alternate title: colorado gets possessed by the spirit of james hetfield also i got sick again :(

a small little hole for the

water to seep through

from a small little hole it flows

a small little hole for the

village to peep through

see where the water goes

a small little hole can grow

a big giant hole for the

dam to leak through

from a big giant hole it goes

a big giant hole is what it came to

how did it grow nobody knows

down the reservoir goes

into the streets, oh no

it's a flood

grab your rainboots

find shelter

because it's

...not great weather

Years of abuse can't go unchallenged

Not when there's a precedent before

And what if there's some new talent?

We'll see by the end of year four

I don't have tomorrow's lottery numbers,

and I wouldn't call myself a scholar,

but history lessons shouldn't numb us,

barbaric old things with a different color.

Can't believe we've reached this point, again!

Always tripping with the same damn stone!

All our teachings were in vain!

This is all already known!

Under water

Every now and then we are

Under water

Even when we think we're floating we are

Swimming lessons for just a few

And it doesn't include me and you

Like my title by the way? It's both a pun, as well as being relatable and real. I feel awful tonight, aches and pains all over, so i made this a quick one, and opted for a more drone based piece. If i was fine, i could have gone further, but i'm a bit tired and miserable, so i apologise.

I took a chord progression of around 6 chords, made each chord 8 bars, and then layered it to make a thick ambient texture. Each loop of the chords results in around 1 minute 20 of music. It's no a complex piece, but i like it nonetheless. Throughout i made sure to engage in some layering, some processing effects, and other tweaks to make it sound cool. Hopefully i'll be well enough by next week for a more detailed piece (Although this is detailed enough). Hope you enjoy!

You sent that text

“We need to talk”

I played off as cool

“What do you need to talk about?”

But I wasn’t fine

I had no clue

Would you reveal a raindrop or a flood?

Why do I feel the tension flloding in?

I’m sure it’s nothing but sometimes my blood is running thin

Do you know that I sweat over the smallest thing?

The weather’s dry and yet it feels the rain is coming in

Why do your messages fill me with this flood of dread?

It’s just text and yet I let it get all to my head

Why do your messages fill me with this flood of dread?

They’re tiny pixels and yet they get inside my head.

Then you said

“Maybe we should paint our bedroom green.”

And was that it?

Why does every message create a temptest in the teapot of my heart?

It’s so rare

But that trust is broke

The bridge that carries me over water is too bare

Too wet and soaked

I’m one step away from being swept away.