Written by I wanted to make a song during Hurricane Melissa. I woke up from my weed-deprived and nic(-l-)/o/tine withdrawing sleep and played a few tones in Ableton. It sounded ugly and I just wanted to sleep.
I reopened the laptop later and did not save t(-gr-)/he/ file. It was struggle music.
I have done st(-e-)/r/uggle music. It is not great coming from me com(-o-)/p/ared to what I can d(-i-)/o/.
I attach productivity (-yo-)/to/ s(-i-)/u/rvival.
I think the music is so very powerful. Sound. I(-y-)/t/ is ju(-dy-)/st/ like any othe(-f-)/r/ thing sometimes then other times it elevate(-dm-)/s/ the situ(-s-)ation.
Hey America, here’s a (-popu-)pro(-y-)/t/est cha(-t-)nt for you: “It’s US!”
Chat. Too much.
Here are (-y-)/th/e songs: “Jesus, Marx, MLK” Parts 1 & 2
Oh should probably say: improvi(-d-)/s/ed.
Attribution for any use, Aleya Jobson.
Transcript:
Its war,
what you waiting for
call the troops
and send them
in their suits
we buy
we sell
we die
oh well
find a piece
Of land to keep
Myself,
My health,
My wealth oh war,
what you waiting for?
We sing this song,
Over and over again
Of a land far gone,
Over (-n-)a/n/d over and again!
We live this life
Over and over again
Nevergrowing /old/
(Never growing)
Over /a/n(-a-)d over again