This one may evolve further. Radiation does lead to mutation. (If you want to remix it, go nuts.)

Melting Into The Floorboards Descending Down The Stairs Where I've Gone I'm Not Sure But I'm No Longer There And If I Use My Wings To Fly And Find Ultraviolet Dreams And Hope The Sun Still Choose To Shine On Shadowed Broken Things…

Just as Dave McKean says sometimes you just need to let paint be paint, the same goes with sound. Sometimes you just need to let sound be sound, and not try and force it to represent something.

I wanted to compose something that sounded like a real band improvising - the virtual bassist made too many trips to a virtual Dunkin Donuts before the virtual jam session and was virtually bouncing off the virtual walls of the DAW. The ghost…

[parental advisory - I cuss once. Sorry. It won't happen again. Except on the bonus track, but I was cooking so I have an excuse in that case.] Grounded You Will Sit Anchored To The Floor Wallow In The Shit You Weren't Met To Fly No More…