I’ve pushed a new version of my song TR3 to my Bandcamp page.
I’ve changed the music some from the prevous version, most notably in the break. I’ve also added vocals.
I’m not quite happy with the vocals, and need to work more on the mix to get a better balance of bass in there.
The song is about the amazing (but sadly short-lived) club Tier 3, AKA TR3. Back in the day I played there with Chinese Forehead a number of times, and it was fantastic.
Were we ghosts
When we scratched the walls
Did our noise remain
the contagion of rhythm
Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
A sudden ballet
On a brief palisade
in the black light of downtown
All shards are imagined
Pasting day-glo
against black and white
dance noise reaction
of corrosive addition
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
Forging ghosts
When we scratched the walls
In the noise remains
the contagion of rhythm
White Street ballet
Corrodes black and white
Dance noise infraction
Inflamed our condition
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An invitation to the sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
An inflammation of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy
The avalanche of a license to fail
The fix for a rigged ignition
The information of sudden life
Lived in four-quarter entropy