#synthfolk #horror #ihavenoideahowtotagthissongsorry #butihopeyoulikeit

Imagine, if you will, a world where computers think for you...

Sort of a horror story influenced by reports of ChatGPT-induced psychosis set to a weird groove. This song shares its primary time signature with a scratch demo I recorded of the same title a long time ago, but is otherwise entirely different. (Not cheating, promise!!!)

Forgive the crummy vocal... not used to singing kinda "challenging" melodies like this, there's a lot of manual pitch correction going on even here.

looking out the window, someone's at the door of this fine apartment on the fourteenth floor hoping not to chat too circumstantially but he's just another salesman pining to be free

asking what he's here for at this hour late saying not to worry, he's got something great clip it over your heart and it gives free advice all the bells and whistles, very little price all the bells and whistles, very little price

forward to the bossman, won't be there on time i've got an appointment for this head of mine writing out your e-mails, work or socialized something's in the woodwork, camouflaged tonight

wrinkles coming undone somewhere in your brain thoughts are getting screwy, nothing left to gain even if you hate it, they've arrived on time all the bells and whistles prodding at your mind all the bells and whistles prodding at your mind

"no one can be trusted, you must stay inside everyone's an alien, you're completely right make yourself at arms and keep your eyes so wide" all the bells and whistles coming forth tonight all the bells and whistles coming forth tonight