Our session this morning was brief. We wrote the lyrics last night as usual - it gives us something to pick up on when we get words on paper. It's a Morrisseyessque number. The formula being a frank piece of your mind, ramble, then half way to reaching a moral conclusion you drift away in a bouncy melody.
Working the Angles
Ronald my friend I've something to tell you
But you don't want to hear it
Ronald your eyes are those of a thief and
You are bound for penitentiary life
Ronald you're shifty and scheming it's true
You'd pull a sucker punch on people you know
Why are you of a bad lot
Why are you always working the angles?
But now we have technical obstacles. The tape has an underwater sound which is adorable in NFB films but I'm afraid does not suit the Occupant image. Is it the cheap tape we bought at Superstore? Is it the 1984 sony walkman tape recorder? Is it the mic? Is it the batteries? I think it's the tape. We need a technician. In the meantime we've got a piece with a metronome that needs to be committed to magnetic rust.
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