Original working title was something like, "And after six years I finally understood why they sing in the streets here, and could go home." It's sort of about anonymity in the modern city. If that sounds pretentious, that's because it is.

Good old dulcimer bash-up. This is certainly the most aggressive song I've played on dulcimer. I'm sure all those people with solid-body electric dulcimers have done worse...

I'm going to get all pretentious again and say this one is about the concerning strain of what I might call "religious modernist traditionalism" espoused by technological singularity fanatics (Ray Kurzweil) and authors like Neil Stephenson.

This song was recorded illegally. Please don't rat us out.

Started recording this with no idea what to do with the sound. Wound up with three different vocal takes to choose from, didn't like any of them, used all of them.

through the dead branches, through the dead branches

I (Al) wrote this song way back, just before the start of the current Iraq war. But it comes back to my mind every time a politician utters words matching a regex something like /(capture and )?kill (Osama )?Bin Laden/. It happened to be Obama…

*Electronic rock. Sounds like* **_IAMX_** *and* **_Depeche Mode_** This is much better than it’s ever been before Much more real More rich More speed More more I feel like I could go forever and it only hurts when I stop This is much…

*Ambient, downtempo electronic rock* As a baby the car’s engine put me to sleep. My parents drove all night And they raised me by the TV screen Now I wake to static late at night At 30,000 feet above the earth The Rolls-Royce thrusters…

*Electronic rock* I am painting a picture with blood and wire I am writing my story in glass and fire It's almost right It's almost nice Just one more twist and I'll be fixed Perfect, so perfect This pound of flesh Perfect, so perfect…

*Ambient with vocals* Forget everything Drift in the white noise ocean The sun is rising Let go of yourself See the beautiful blankness It’s Monday morning This won’t hurt a bit Breathe in a clean new program It’s time to wake up

*Electronic rock with a strong dubstep and* **_Burial_** *influence* There's no going back to how it used to be I've known it all along But I didn't want to see Command-Z CTRL-Z There is no "undo" And like it or not, this is you…

*Rap/Hip-Hop with drum machines, synthesizers, and vocals* A lady friend backed up to me last week She gazed into my eyes and then she pinched my cheek She whispered "Take me to my house and you can watch the show" She said "Come check out…

*Rap/Hip-Hop with* **_Run-DMC_** *and* **_Nitzer Ebb_** *influences. Synthesizers and beats.* Dateline: February 11 in the year 2007 You may want your kids to leave the room Some graphic content is coming soon Down the street some kids got…

*Rap/Hip-Hop with electronics and glitchy beats* I had a friend with a problem that everyone ignored Pretending not to notice when he fell onto the floor Never asked a question when he showed up late Lacerations from a situation Bruises…

*Rap/hip-Hop with electric piano, Evolver synthesizer, and vocals* When I wake up every morning I've got music in my brain And when my head hits the bed every night it's the same I'm dreaming up rhymes and synthesizer lines Casting out the…

*Rap/Hip-Hop with a strong* **_Nitzer Ebb_** *and* **_Underworld_** *influence* Do...Do you remember? Do you remember how it felt when you were young and by yourself? The world was new but you felt old You were alone and life was cold…

*Rap/Hip-Hop featuring an Evolver synthesizer* All you zombies listen up good because I'm only saying this once There's no sense in repeating it again cuz repeating it again is dumb This is a tale that starts with snakes but in the end it…

*Hip-hop instrumental with electric piano and acoustic guitar* I know how hard composing good instrumental music is. This track was going to be the backing for a song called "Ouroboros" but it was too pretty and nice and slow. I ended up…

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