Disco Band
February 5, 2019 11:50 AM
A simple pop song for synth, drum machine and vocoder. Featuring another cheeky sequence from the Prophet-6!
Ten PM
And now I've got something missing from me
I talk to myself
I'd thought about taking you out somewhere
But you're calling it off
Cause you've got somebody else to see
You're turning me off
Changing channels out there somewhere
And I realize that you've got no plan
As you try to close yourself off the best you can
And you've tried this out with your younger friends
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
In the real world you can't leave twice
Finding out without conforming, the old-school martyr thing
Oh, you think it mattered, within your hands
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
You're already out
You know where that point is, you plugged the holes
You don't need my help
Going down south for a harmful rest
You know, in the end
You can back this up with your yes men - I could be wrong;
If I am, it's someone else;
sorry you went for him
But in the end
You can't stand on nails
And you want to give up but your friends are all gone
And you pause, and you worry - he is your man
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
on an empty net you bend the rules
I know you search for folly so lustful and cruel
You only turned twenty to test your hand
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
Ten PM
And now I've got something missing from me
I talk to myself
I'd thought about taking you out somewhere
But you're calling it off
Cause you've got somebody else to see
You're turning me off
Changing channels out there somewhere
And I realize that you've got no plan
As you try to close yourself off the best you can
And you've tried this out with your younger friends
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
In the real world you can't leave twice
Finding out without conforming, the old-school martyr thing
Oh, you think it mattered, within your hands
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
You're already out
You know where that point is, you plugged the holes
You don't need my help
Going down south for a harmful rest
You know, in the end
You can back this up with your yes men - I could be wrong;
If I am, it's someone else;
sorry you went for him
But in the end
You can't stand on nails
And you want to give up but your friends are all gone
And you pause, and you worry - he is your man
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
on an empty net you bend the rules
I know you search for folly so lustful and cruel
You only turned twenty to test your hand
And you're calling yourselves a disco band
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posted by grumpybear69 at 2:38 PM on February 21, 2019 [1 favorite]