KIP: Anya's song - my arrangement of it. She sent me some drums, vox and acoustic guitar, plus some midi converted guitar. Her vocal was great on this so didn't need too much to carry it. The midi had the seeds of some nice pop stabs in there, so I moved away from guitars and went for an off-kilter pop vibe. Some guitar is still in there (I think) to beef out the drums.
FC: It's a post-COVID anxiety song. Like, how the Hell do we adapt to life after this, when the trauma of it all has reconfigured our bodies to operate in a completely different way? The 5/4 rhythm is purposely disorientating, because that's how I feel about it all.
Were you hoping for more?
Praise be — the GAD-7
And I’ll drink, like I’ve never before
Sound in the violins (ooh)
Cat-skinned violence (ooh)
Call to the diaphragm: fills up
Lost my energy
In the breathing
Was I hoping for more than
In this aftertaste of this
With its own momentum
You won’t like this pointless meditation
This fragile composition
And the ragged breath chokes out
Tired and weak jokes made of