[1] Just another plaything Press a button, make me sing New from the factory Double A battery [Pre-chorus] Throw me against the wall Don’t catch me as I fall Don’t worry, I don’t feel at all [Chorus] Don’t say that you love me Just…

signals start to cycle, star sounds, sweeping cosmic energy

half-moon after xmas - digital dust blown off and humans sit outside in the air avoiding viruses - some sounds wound up growing out of the evening

the sound became more insistent, perhaps angry, frustrated, grinding down the old year

sounds coalesce and become harmonious, no one knows which sounds came from where, and the spirits must have joined in, welcoming a new year

sounds coalesce and become harmonious, no one knows which sounds came from where, and the spirits must have joined in, welcoming a new year

half-moon after xmas - digital dust blown off and humans sit outside in the air avoiding viruses - some sounds wound up growing out of the evening

signals start to cycle, star sounds, sweeping cosmic energy

a melancholy 8-bit ballad - singing the sadness of the old and abandoned digital worlds children once explored

repetition, repetition. guitar with reverb and canned beat. snow is falling outside. transitional.