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“Microtonal Constrained Language” – BipTunia song in micro-tonal scales

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Some microtonal, as well as xenharmonic, music.
Made using Ivor2 synth, using 08 TET and 13TET.

This is fine cut 3, EQed in Ozone, mastered in LANDR.

Check out our other xenharmonic / microtonal songs, HERE.


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LYRICS:
So their big thing now is mice.
So they’re raising millions of mice for their..
(nefarious plans?)
…other branches to experiment on.

LEAVE ME ALONE!

It’s good times man,
you eat a lot of dirt and exhaust.

Exquisite corpse.
It’s a surrealist thing, once again.

Actually, several constrained languages
that are made to be human readable as well as
machine readable.

Like, they have rules…
(really?)
…to make them easier for
computers to understand.

…I found the record he made
and I started quoting his song titles
at him. And putting them in quotes
and just responding to him.

One of them was
“How Could My Life Get Any Worse?”

Of COURSE you have a song called that.
And one was called “I’m So Lonely”
and I just kept quoting those at him.

That’s Biblical.
I…
Worms…
…that had severe anxiety,
so,
I mean,
(it was) ridiculous.

BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME!
BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME!
BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME!
BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME!
BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME!

All the apartments had old Murphy beds.
I gave myself a concussion trying to take
one off the door one time.

The guy above me would just drop his
every night.
It sounded like a car hitting the building and I lived
on the fifth floor.

People just got so used to the alarm
going off that they wouldn’t
leave the building.

Apparently the person did what you said,
fell asleep and their mattress caught on fire.
They were actually trying to drag the mattress
down the hall while it was on fire.
And that didn’t work out so well.

I touched the door
the hallway door
to make sure it wasn’t hot.

I opened it up and I
couldn’t see a thing, man.
I held my hand up in front of my face
and I couldn’t see a thing.

And there were 19 apartments on each floor.
I’m pounding on people’s doors
trying to let ’em know
this thing’s for real.

Come to find out after the fire,
the emergency lights were on, man.
That’s how toxic it was.

It was so black,
the carpet, the chemicals in it,
it was a month before I
started to feel better.
And I had to do the nebulizer treatments.

The apartment where the fire originated
basically was just nothing but a
concrete shell.
It even burned through the old oak floor

Feet still in the shoes on the bed?
Probably’d been a few hours since his
last shot.
If he’d just shot up he probably wouldn’t
have out made it.

You don’t get to keep your job
if you keep robbing people
and having your feet up on the table
and collecting the labor of others,
for long,
if you
eat your own.


Words & voices: Phil Wormuth and Michael W. Dean
Music: Michael W. Dean
Info on what software and scales were used is all apparent in the screenshot above.



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