From Airship Chef by Yamatsu, https://madebyyamatsu.itch.io/airship-chef

Game: Airship Chef

Game: ASS-TROIDS

Lyrics: Meat Grinder

Hippy likes Hippy snacks. Hippy thinks they taste so good. Hippy likes the Hippy snacks. They’re made of whole grain wholesome wood.

Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better.

Yuppie likes Yuppie snacks. Yuppie likes them made of meat. Yuppie likes the Yuppie snacks. Suck them from the Yuppie teat.

Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Yuppie snacks make them better than me, make them better, better, better, better.

Hippy don’t like Yuppie snacks. They prefer things made of soy. Yuppie don’t like hippy snacks. Would rather play with shiny toy.

Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them better than you. Hippy snacks make them better than me, make them bitter.

smooshing keys until something interesting comes out

It seems like every album of mine these days needs at least one semi-algorithmically-generated weird-time-signature experimentation.

And Werner just wouldn’t shut the heck up while I made it so I decided to record him meowing.

Oh and there’s scissors for percussion.

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Lyrics: Lyrics: And Counting

hello, hello hello, hello hello, hello hello, hello hello, hello (hello) goodbye

two times two times five times five times five two times two times five times five times five two times two times five times five times five five times two times five times two times five

Lyrics: Bad Cat

I have a bad cat He is very fat He sat on my hat And then he shat He dragged the hat All over my mat Then he ate a bat And made friends with a rat

I took this bad cat To the laundromat Where we had a spat About the theocrat He’s a diplomat For this crazy dingbat Sent us off to combat Like a copycat

He’s a bureaucrat And a total asshat Shut down the laundromat Because he overheard chit-chat An aristocrat And a cosmocrat He’s a pornocrat Such a total prat

So I took this bad cat Back to my flat Gave up on the hat Dumped it with the mat We had a little chat He’d have nothing of that But I gave him a pat ‘Cuz he’s my pussycat

For a while I was obsessed with the workings of the demi-unconscious mind, and was having regular hypnagogic hallucinations due to my somewhat irregular sleep patterns. For this song I stayed up late until I was started to have fatigue-induced hallucinations and then started recording whatever random crap came to mind, then in the morning I pieced it together into this mosaic.

Lyrics: Lyrics: Hypnagogic

Once upon a dream I heard you were right

I sang

Are as they aren’t

The children around me are turning to flowers The children around me are turning to flowers To flowers

Is that so

Once upon a dream I heard you were right

I sang

Are as they aren’t

t'nera yeht sa erA

gnas I

thgir erew uoy draeh I maerd a nopu ecnO