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Song Studies IV (April​–​​​May 2023​)​: out in a conscious haze of nowhere

by Feel Loudly

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1.
Yeah it’s Love in the time of algorithms Love in the time atomizing us Love in the time of reaching out Finding community somehow Love in the time of algorithms Love in the time of global capitalism Still it’s love, no matter the fight No matter the carnage or digitized plight It’s about love
2.
I’m feeling empty After the month that we’ve been through Yeah I’m feeling empty Without you Seen that turn It’s coming ‘round But I fall to failure As it’s going down And it’s easier to stress about going too The last best thing I’ve got feeling Hold it tight, don’t wait for me In our time of monsters Struggling for the new I start sinking Into this knotting, nauseous banyan tree As snowflakes never set Out my window down on 2nd Avenue Take time to carry me through these years With seeds of chaos sprouting betwixt my ears We’ll finally end up wrong But I’ll beat you there before too long Out in a conscious haze of nowhere Press it onto paper Carve it into rock Imprint it on the clouds To wring out something at all Plodding along, I’ve fallen apart And it’s never coming back The third thing to come out and gather back But it gets hard to remember it When you’re living your life for a good CV It gets hard to remember it With half-worn sweaters piling around me It gets hard to remember it So look close in the mirror as I say In four hours I’ll be four hours away I’ve fallen in I’ve fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in I've fallen in
3.
For a while look right at you Then scan around this old room Do I care about any of this? Does any of this even matter? I fell down twice, but got worse Still on this couch with no words Do I care about any of this? Does any of this even matter? I’m fucking over this shit I’m fucking over this shit I’m fucking over this shit Throw it out and start it all over I’m not an afraid person Never been an afraid person Fuck that be your own person What else could even matter? I’m fucking over this shit I’m fucking over this shit I’m fucking over this shit Throw it out and start it all over Caught in a misanthropic daze Building to misanthropic days And months and years and lifetimes What’s done is done, it’s our time These months and years and lifetimes What’s done is done, it’s our time
4.
Sit back now silently Just listening to the near misses Ball one, ball two, foul ball, and you Find my eyes from across the room Sending out our signals Crucibles and dogwhistles Shibboleths from enchantresses On walkie channel IV fixes Woah, yeah we're never going back again Now we're speaking different languages Genie out the bottle Now he's glued down to your couch Inhaling bong rips, eating pop tarts Throwing up right in your open mouth And you try to scheme him back inside Like a massive flying cockroach Rolled up magazines and broom bristles Cup and paper Rube Goldbergs Woah, yeah we're never going back again Now we're speaking different languages Will you ever hold down a job again? Will you ever make any more friends? Will you ever let your mind relax and Find a sense of satisfaction? Woah, yeah we're never going back again Now we're speaking different languages
5.
No recollection of March through May But I know we were here via our streaming history So let's start printing it out and carve memes into brick So there'll be evidence of us beyond our cosmic imprints While right now we're circling and spiraling and running out of steam Fractals caught in our mazes and running out of steam So we'll live in our pods and eat our bugs But they'll be gluten free and taste like Chick-fil-A sauce And we'll lament no one's murdered Clarence Thomas yet And how it means our society's got no juice left As we crave some e-girl Robespierre Kickstarting our Space Gulag With her OnlyFans and her bright blue hair As we talk about love Yeah we'll talk about anything at all And everything beyond our walls And we'll talk on by And pretend like it's not everything And pretend like it's authentic me And pretend that I ain't scared And pretend that it ain't worth a thing Oh it ain't worth a thing But we're here, and I know That I've finally found the cost of alienating my soul Far beyond where I'd go We'll sing "get those eyes away from me" Oh, get those words away from me tonight Away from me tonight Away from me tonight Wait for me tonight

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Here’s another one. These are three somewhat "leftover" songs I had sitting around as I piece together my new album, and two previous bangers that have some new production behind them. As I put the finishing touches on that, figured I'd might as well release my intermediary progress. Who knows when I'll finally finish all the final components of the new album. There are some new and difficult finishing processes this time 'round and I'm also about to move, which will surely take up a lot of attention. Sending out this new Song Studies EP will keep my headspace free and not so output-focused until I can sit down and finish the album (which is pretty sick).

I think this is a turning point production-wise. I'm starting to understand drum loops more and I'm finally figuring out how to master songs better. I'm impossibly glad I got this new computer so that I can actually export songs without glitches. And we're approaching summertime, baybeee!

Personnel:
Natty Ward - music & lyrics, guitars, vocals, bass, keys, production, album artwork

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released June 9, 2023

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