Vom Vorton / FAWM 2018 Archive

1. Dot Dot Dot

2018-02-01 @ 12:00pm
tags: synthpop songfight

A quick bit of synthpop to get things rolling. Not sure I've ended this story as well as I could have, but those kinds of thoughts are for other months, right?

Lyrics

I am locked in a place with no food and no water
in a disputed base on the Mexican border
every day I hear a pair of feet walk
up and ask if I might be ready to talk

well they starve me and freeze me, tip over my bed
they don’t let me sleep to get into my head
and when the door opens at the flick of a switch
I keep my mouth shut, I refuse to snitch

I just say…
is that all you’ve got?
and we stare at each other
dot dot dot…

each morning they wake me with pills in a cup
but I still pledge allegiance to “shut the hell up”
I stare at the walls and I find a release
inside of my head I can still be at peace

they won’t get the answers from me that they seek
I don’t understand them; to me they’re all greek
if I have one regret that makes me feel like a jerk
it’s that I claimed to understand how magnets work

and they say…
they will leave me to rot
but I know that they’re bluffing
dot dot… dot?

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2. FFWD

2018-02-05 @ 05:58pm
tags: electronic fawmtronica moody synthpop

I spent the first long weekend of February away with family for my sister's birthday, and hoped I'd find the time to come up with a few ideas for songs so that I could launch right back into FAWM as soon as I got back. Well, I came back with half an idea inspired by feeling miserably hungover early on Saturday morning, and what feels like the start of a horrible cold. So... erm... hooray?

Lyrics

he blinks, half-past four
no time to be awake
but there’s no chance of sleep
with a splitting headache
and he thinks to himself
“can I just skip this part?”
he closes his eyes
and steadies his heart…

and hits fast forward in his head
to wake up at a better time instead
and he won’t miss those hours
spent staring into space
in an uncomfortable bed

flushed with success
he sits at his desk
but the deadlines pile up
and so does the stress
so he makes his escape
takes an unscheduled break
thinks he might have a way
to keep things in shape

he hits fast forward in his brain
and speeds through the misery and pain
and the very next day
faced with the same choice
he takes the easy way again

he waits in his room
nobody but him in it
and he thinks “ninety years
and I barely lived a minute”
if he could do it all again
(he contemplates the notion)
“a little less fast forward
a little more slow motion”

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3. Driving With The Handbrake On

2018-02-09 @ 06:55pm
tags: ill indiepop

As a (perhaps overly complacent!) ten-year FAWM veteran and ten-time "winner" I didn't expect to be so far off the pace at this point, but I've been struggling with a cold that has sapped my energy and motivation this week. What else to do but to turn that negative into a positive and write a song about it? And sing it even though my voice is "a bit fucked"?

Very basic mix, gotta save my energy, hopefully catch up a bit this weekend... might revisit this one at a later date and add some keyboard and backing vocals, but we'll see.

Lyrics

some days I wake, inspect the ceiling
just waiting for the energy to rise
half an hour to come up with a reason
why another half hour would not be wise
drag myself to work as if it matters
try to stop myself becoming bored
seeing how long I can avoid blinking
then trying to break my own record

I’m sorry I’m late
it just took so long
driving with the handbrake on
I was asleep at the wheel
I got the pedals wrong
I was driving with the handbrake on

some days I feel the world has settings
and they’ve turned up the gravity
or we’re players in the world of someone
who is tiring of the fantasy
all the birds are slightly muffled
and the world’s in black and white
(but not the beautiful kind from old movies
as that would actually be alright)

My tyres are wearing thin
All my fuel is gone
I am driving with the handbrake on
I will ruin your day
I will sabotage this song
I am driving with the handbrake on

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4. Arporchestra

2018-02-10 @ 01:01pm
tags: fawmtronica orchestral odd

Just a little experiment while I wait for my cold-addled voice to return, but I kinda really like this? Just messing with arpeggiators but with orchestral / classical instruments...

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5. The Same Bright World

2018-02-13 @ 02:27pm
tags: indiepop bart avocado-toast joy compassion guilt

VV: I'm still suffering from a cold, but cleverly I've been sneakily sending off instrumental tracks to @owl who is unafflicted by Vocal Woe and therefore I am proud to present the return of Vowl Sounds! This was tricky to mix, and potentially needs revisiting once my head isn't full of germs... but I love it.

owl: yessss I also love how this one came out! (How freakin' great is that main synth riff btw?!)

Lyrics

Sunny Sunday, my laundry's in limbo, I ignore it for now and take the subway to the city, yeah
Montgomery Station, I step out of the train, take the escalator up and go walking in the city, yeah
Street preachers shouting, the pigeons are shitting, the crust punks' pit bulls are fighting with each other, yeah
The city's so pretty and the streets are so chilly, everything's dirty, I'm in love with everything, yeah

It's hard to see
when we're fixated on our own mutations
The way everything
Shines in the light of imperfect kindness
It's hard to say
How much I love her when I hardly call her
Sister, we are the same,
Two planets orbiting the same bright star

The same bright star

I'm counting the miles as I walk through the city, I'm counting the blocks now, one, two, three, four!

A twenty-dollar bill wears a hole in my pocket so I buy myself some coffee and an avocado toast, yeah
Should have given it to somebody who needs it but predictably I'm thinking of my own self, yeah
Someday I might find my coat made of feathers, put it on and transform into a bodhisattva, yeah
Do as much good for the world as I ought to, but for now, I'm just putting on my oxygen mask, yeah

It's hard to see
when we're fixated on our own mutations
The way everything
Shines in the light of imperfect kindness
It's hard to say
That things will get better when I know she's hurting
Sister, we are the same,
Two children lost in the same bright world

The same bright world

I'm counting the miles as I walk through the city, I'm counting the blocks now, one, two, three, four!

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6. The Steve of Destruction

2018-02-17 @ 02:27pm
tags: hip-hop rap fawmtronica

VV: Proof positive that if you spend enough time whinging about how you can't shake off your cold then somebody WILL ask you to provide a beat for their latest rap track, in this case the brilliantly wordy @frenchcricket - she wrote and rapped, I made all the musical noises that go underneath.

Lyrics

Lo, a moron doth approach to reproach the OP. You see he, and it's always a he, has a missive all ready to go: 'It's the Eve not the Steve of Destruction.’ Like it's a compulsion to liberate the consummate illiterate. Bakhtin with the masses in remedial classes for the casual placids. Semiotics warm me. This movie on the side of the bus is a dud and will never make the syllabus: 'A celebration of white male ego: ergo, the caucasian was never a low blow (The Hellenistic Age cannot take a non-white face) or, How a woman director has no authority on Hector.’
 
Imminent death is inherently more tellable; spitting rhymes just to hype up the terrible. A beat's locus of control is limited to a Ford Focus, when my patronus is a likeness of Herodotus. I've got more citations than 45's litigations. Kurosawa can't write women. Is it so hard to think hard? Synthwave done got jacked by the Nazis, who got off to that scene in Drive when that guy stomped on that other guy's face in a lift. Maybe someone should say, ‘You are not supposed to empathise with O'Brien in 1984, guys.’
 
I'm walking to town, solo (some mofo stole my Ofo). Contactless chip sits under skin on the inside wrist. Commodification of the erogenous zones, 1-6: Off-peak, paired with a mobile phone. There's no place like home. I can talk, I'm a hypocrite; I wrote this shit on Notes. Terrified of criticism, forestall with a witticism and a fake shade of altruism.

I drive diesel and hate myself. Repeat it - I drive diesel and hate myself. But that's a lie too; it's only a weak construction of self. A schema for another dreamer. Self-expression is onanism and will lead to cataclysm. Mark me

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7. 4:33am

2018-02-17 @ 04:52pm
tags: odd-folk acoustic insomnia unplugged

Somehow this is my second song this month (after FFWD) inspired by being awake at half-past four in the morning.

Also inspired by John Cage's infamous avant-garde composition 4'33": https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/4%E2%80%B233%E2%80%B3

To add extra atmosphere to my weirdo acoustic song I have sampled two performances of 4'33" - in the left channel we have my favourite version, performed by a cat named Nola; in the right channel we have the Sinfónica Conservatorio Nacional Quito-Ecuador. Ideally my song would have been four minutes and thirty-three seconds long but adding another two minutes to this would have been excessive, I think. Let's just be happy that I got all the way through it without coughing!

Lyrics

the birds they are not singing
the cars they are at rest
my footsteps they are swallowed
my breath stalls in my chest

it's four thirty-three
and john cage was right
this is the quietest
part of the night

the clocks they remain silent
though their hands move ever on
no rain falls, and the wind
waits patiently for the sun

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8. X-Ray Specs

2018-02-18 @ 12:17pm
tags: songfight indie-rock pop-punk protest

Trying to sound like Superchunk, basically.

Quite a rough recording, one-take vocals for now and it's probably a bit over-compressed, might come back and tidy this one up a bit post-FAWM but it does have a good energy so I might not.

Lyrics

we crossed the lines, never expected
that when all life became connected
the links made across social media
would become a foul encyclopedia
of how not to treat each other
how to stifle, how to smother
this catalogue of folks I met
was less address book, more skynet

and you…
you don’t have the answers, do you?
I don’t need x-ray specs to see right through you
and it’s all an opportunity to you
I don’t need x-ray specs to see right through you

we put all of our eggs into one basket
and when they hatched into writhing snakes
we made sure every one had a platform
for all their words to sell as if hot cakes
the money now funds classes
to hotwire the robot masses
hit the power, free the slaves
“just what do you think you’re doing dave”

and you…
you don’t care what happens, do you?
I don’t need x-ray specs to see right through you
every garbage fire is good to you
I don’t need x-ray specs to see right through you

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9. Automatic Friend

2018-02-23 @ 08:50pm
tags: analog cassette 4-track 4track fourtrack tape

This is an actual cassette that was mailed around to four different FAWMers via snail mail. Each person added one track and mailed it to the next person. The song is a mystery to the participants until it is transferred to computer and mixed.

The players on this tape are listed below in the order in which they recorded their parts:

Tape 16
Track 1: @zecoop - GEM Sprinter combo organ
Track 2: @marvsmooth - electric guitar
Track 3: @wobbiewobbit - Double bass
Track 4: @vomvorton - vocals and fuzz guitar

Lyrics

I have to ask, do you remember me?
two week arrival, manual assembly
you lost your cat, you don’t like dogs
you ordered me from a catalogue

please don’t spoil me
but you can oil me
please don’t flatter me
just charge my battery
I don’t want to spend my life alone
I am your automatic friend

and now I wait, have you forgotten me?
two weeks of love was all you offered me
shut me away, you blamed your family
they wouldn’t understand the way you looked at me

(chorus)

now in the dark I sit and wait for you
this regret must not turn into hate for you
sooner or later you will return for me
I have to hope that your heart still burns for me

(chorus x 2)
@vomvorton

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10. Floorshirt

2018-02-24 @ 05:06pm
tags: indie-rock nostalgia

I feel like this one deserves some Extensive Liner Notes!

I've had this title on my song-ideas document for ages and I'm glad I've finally managed to use it - and as a bonus I'm REALLY happy with how it turned out. The lyrics here are based on my first year of university, back in 2000-1, when I hadn't yet found people with similar interests to me, and instead kept getting dragged to bad nightclubs by my flatmates. After a couple of abortive attempts to go out in a t-shirt, I found that all Terrible Nightclubs had a dress code and required a shirt and shoes - I had some shoes but no shirt, and wasn't really willing to buy one just to get into places I would probably hate. I WAS willing, however, to wear the garish Hawaiian shirt that somebody found on the floor in our halls (after washing it, I'm not an animal) and, despite this being probably a far worse look than a nice t-shirt would have been, I suddenly unlocked the ability to drink three bottles of WKD Blue for the price of one and "dance" to terrible trance music.

As soon as I met people who I had anything in common with, I stopped going to those places - but I inexplicably kept the floorshirt and to this day I sometimes drag it out of the wardrobe when I want something to wear when sitting in the garden in the summer etc.

The 'dancing in the moonlight' line is a specific memory of just leaving one of those terrible nightclubs without telling anyone when they played the Toploader song - a strong contender for the worst bit of recorded music ever to exist.

Musicwise, I started this by sampling my various Real Drums (something I've been meaning to do for ages) because I love the sound of lo-fi drums but I can't actually stay in time when playing them properly. So my snare, ride and hi-hat make up the kit, along with a kick drum I downloaded from freesound.org. I wrote the rest of the song on bass and then built up layers until it was done.

I hope that one day you all find your own floorshirt.

http://vomvorton.co.uk/music/fawm18/floorshirt.jpg

Lyrics

no shirt!
no shoes!
no room for you
what’s an idiot with no style supposed to do?
no way to fit in
if I can’t even get in
to a place I don’t really want to be… it’s true

the bouncers indicate the sign politely
I found a loophole on the floor
that cleaned up nicely
at first being turned away hurt
til I found my floorshirt

now those on the door salute me
don’t care if it even suits me
no iron and the buttons are undone
turns out this place is shite
and ‘dancing in the moonlight’
acts as a perfect sign to run

the bouncers indicate the sign politely
I found a loophole on the floor
that cleaned up nicely
and though I took the first chance to run
my floorshirt followed me into the sun

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11. Reasons Not To Sleep

2018-02-25 @ 12:41pm
tags: instrumental post-rock indiepop

an excerpt from my autobiography, "layering guitars and copying loops around until it sounds vaguely pretty: the vom vorton story"

that dreamy synth noise is actually the humble casio pt-30! never underestimate a casio.

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12. Stranger Things

2018-02-25 @ 01:56pm
tags: 4-track cassette collab

This is an actual cassette that was mailed around to four different FAWMers via snail mail. Each person added one track and mailed it to the next person. The song is a mystery to the participants until it is transferred to computer and mixed.

The players on this tape are listed below in the order in which they recorded their parts:
Tape 2
@Alboe - Bass guitar
@vomvorton - Synths
@fourzeroes - Lyrics/vocals
@wobbiewobbit - Guitar

Please do not comment on this page, please comment on the original song page. ( http://fawm.org/songs/85495/ )

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13. Leftovers

2018-02-26 @ 04:31pm
tags: synthpop

VV: I got a "facebook memory" this morning informing me that it has been three years to the day since the first Vowl Sounds collaboration was finished and posted to FAWM. What better way to celebrate than with our second track of the month? @owl's lyrics are superb as ever, really happy with this!

owl: yay, happy collabiversary! I've had the first two lines of this song hanging out in my "ideas" file for at least a year but was not sure what to do with them as I only had some kind of vague, complicated conceptual idea that I was finding hard to translate into lyrics for a whole song's worth of music. But I found they scanned nicely with the lovely music VV sent over and so I wrote the rest of the song from there. I love the contrast between the sweet clear music in the verses and the darker, urgent choruses; it was fun trying to figure out an appropriate narrative to match the musical progression.

Lyrics

Leftover light from a painting
Leftover notes from a song
You never like letting things go to waste
It feels sad, it feels wrong
You were holding a doggie bag
When you said you wanted to paint my picture
So we picked at your leftover fries
While you got out a pencil and began to sketch me

Your eyes were on me
As you said you were drawing the negative space
Between my knees
Along the nape of my neck, around the shape of my waist

You said I was perfect
And you painted a perfect portrait
I wanted to be as perfect
As the version of me that you created
You kissed my cheek
I closed my eyes
You said I was your muse
Adored, enchanted, immortalized

"So much beauty
Just goes to waste"
I heard you saying
As you touched her face
"I have a new project
It's a conceptual piece
About hidden sensuality
Perhaps you'd pose for me?"

You love leftovers
And I guess you had love to spare
Negative space in the bed at 3 AM
When I woke and found you weren't there
Reeling in the underdogs
You find abandoned in the rain
You can find a use for everything except
All this useless pain
All my useless pain

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14. Feel Like DIYing

2018-02-26 @ 06:07pm
tags: country-folk acoustic puns

I've been trying to figure out some lyrics for this big synth-rock song that I recorded yesterday but coming up totally blank, so I thought I'd try something else. Then my girlfriend got home from work and started talking about DIY and this happened.

With apologies to @tsunamidaily, who wrote a superb lyric called something like "I'm home getting hammered (while she's out getting nailed)" that I remember loving - I'm not sure how many DIY puns I'm accidentally borrowing here but it's probably more than none.

One take guitar and vocals with overdubbed harmonies and solo. Pretty rough but it felt right for the song. You can tell from some of the high notes that I still haven't totally shaken this cold yet! Dammit.

Lyrics

I don’t want to get angry
I don’t want to be crude
but do you ever get the feeling
everything just might be screwed?
I’ve tried getting hammered
but it only hurts my brain
there must be something in my toolkit
that can patch up all this pain?

there’s a hole in my heart so big I can’t stop crying
it’s gotten so bad I feel like DIYing

now the wine hasn’t stopped my whining
the beer has all been drank
I’ve said my piece to everyone
I still feel like a plank
I can’t get back together
there’s not enough nails or glue
is there anything to stop me
feeling oh so very blue?

there’s a hole in my heart so big I can’t stop crying
it’s gotten so bad I feel like DIYing

I find myself wondering
as I cry out in my shed
why when I turned to DIY
you acted like I was dead
is this just a misunderstanding
or were you looking for an excuse?
I won’t drill you for the answers
you must have a screw loose

there’s a hole in my heart so big I can’t stop crying
it’s gotten so bad I feel like DIYing

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15. PCGQM

2018-02-27 @ 06:33pm
tags: acoustic folk beautiful important but-quite-short

I've got a couple of Real Songs to finish off but my brain keeps insisting that now is the time for jokes.

Lyrics

do you remember when the main administrator
was called the lion tamer?
do you remember when the visual consultant
was called the picture framer?
do you remember when the head of sales
was the captain of the yacht?
because I’m very old
and I do not

do you remember when the quantity surveyor
just counted grains of rice?
do you remember when the vice chairman
made chairs, using a vice?
do you remember when the commercial director
called the shots on ads?
it’s political correctness
gone quite mad

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16. Gamma Ray Burst

2018-02-27 @ 08:14pm
tags: space-rock songfight

Hmm. Struggled with this one a bit. Not really sure how it turned out.

Lyrics

a day like any other
that's the way it seemed
until the earth was caught
directly in a cosmic beam
what was once green and red
soon turned grey, cold and dead
the cause of this sensation?
intense distant radiation

it can't last
this world, you know
what remains in
the afterglow?

nobody saw it coming
no-one was prepared
maybe that was a good thing?
at least nobody was scared
we really thought we mattered
now our molecules are scattered
the earth, the moon, the sun
destroyed by a cosmic ray gun

the deadliest thing
in the universe?
could be the
gamma ray burst...

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17. Laika (Four-Track Challange)

2018-02-28 @ 05:05am
tags:

For details and to comment, please go here - http://fawm.org/songs/87472/

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18. Grab Your Baby (see http://fawm.org/songs/87483/)

2018-02-28 @ 09:05am
tags: four-track

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19. Possible Future (see http://fawm.org/songs/87378/)

2018-02-28 @ 09:07am
tags: four-track

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20. A Good Day 2 Live Life (see http://fawm.org/songs/88113/)

2018-02-28 @ 06:36pm
tags: four-track

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21. The Disaster Preparedness Handbook

2018-02-28 @ 08:13pm
tags: indie-rock apocalypse nsolms2

VV: Check us out! Three Vowl Sounds songs in one month!

owl: Last weekend I went up to a cabin in Northern Wisconsin with a bunch of friends. While we were there, one of my friends got a flat tire and we ended up calling AAA to help put the tire on... it ended up somehow being the wrong size for his car, and then the AAA guy stripped one of the bolts so we couldn't remove it anymore, and he had to have his car towed an hour away to have it fixed. So I started writing from there, then saw @siebass's last-minute skirmish prompt "What would you do with the last minute on the planet? Where would you want to be, what would you want to be doing?" http://fawm.org/forums/topic/8372/
and decided to make it about the end of the world instead, in a dry, wordy, Courtney Barnett kind of way. (It was not done in a skirmish timeframe, but I did get inspiration from the prompt.) I love the backing vocals and extra percussion/synths/etc. that VV added after I sent it over.

Lyrics

An extra tire in my trunk, but I'm not even sure if in times of crisis, the tire will fit
But I've got a charger cable and a battery pack so I can always take advantage of my AAA membership

I'm always prepared
So go ahead and take a swing, hit me with your best shot
I'm never scared
I've got $10 copays until I reach my max out of pocket

A smiley face umbrella to protect myself from unexpected rain or unexpected sorrow
I pack myself some chocolate in my lunch box so that I'll always have something to look forward to tomorrow
A Cracker Jack box full of candy hearts, so in case mine breaks, I'll still have a spare
A change of clothes hidden in my office desk, so in case of a spill, I'll still have something to wear

I'm always prepared
So go ahead and take a swing, hit me with your best shot
I'm never scared
I've got $10 copays until I reach my max out of pocket
But I've got to admit
The news this morning took me by surprise
I didn't believe it
I had to go out on the porch to see the burning light in the sky
We thought we would know
But somehow the comet swung around into our blind spot
Twenty-twenty-twenty-four hours to go
Didn't think the shot would be so good when I said hit me with it

So what do I do now?
What do I do?

I made my bucket list,
Of course, years ago, like everybody else does
But there's not enough time
And I'm not even sure if there ever even really was

I go out for a walk around the block in my pajamas and my socks and I don't even bring my purse along
The next door neighbors who are always fighting are as naked as two jaybirds and having sex right there on the front lawn

Down at the cafe
The old men are out there smoking in their chairs just like every day
The owner's out front
She gives me a scoop of ice cream and says I don't even have to pay
They broke the glass
Of the jewelry shop display and the register at Kwik Trip
Leaving a trail of cash
Whatcha gonna do, buy a ride on a rocket ship?
I guess it feels good
To hold onto something that you never got to have
I never knew that I could
Savor the feeling of not having a plan

So I look into the sky and hold the hand of a stranger who I guess is now a brand new friend
We talk about our lives and confess regrets and cry just a little bit, waiting for the world to end

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