Week 17 has arrived, and we've got something different for you. Our new song, "Medicine Man," is a bridge. We're going to be twisting the Odyssey a little bit moving forward. We have some musical ideas that we're very excited about.
By Sean
after this next batch of laser surgery, my plans will be complete. i'll taste levels of irony that were thought only to be myth. i'll let them line up. let them slip off the hook. night horrors...
this house'll hold us...for the time being. ask nicely all you want, but it won't bring you beautiful-people love. that. that is what you came for.
i'll be your medicine man
hold onto my healing hands
"Medicine Man"
by The Theory of Funkativity
Verse:
Misprinted
Such a drag
Check the boxes
That apply
The vibrations
Behind closed doors
Let's you know
What's inside
Skipping over all
The best parts
Repeating without
Knowing why
Entitled to excess
This is the arrangement
It really is
One of a kind
Chorus:
Don't you dare
Call it a miracle
Verse:
Dragging our feet
The whole time
Stay true to
This degeneration
We can meet at my place
This weekend
We can be gods
And behave like heathens
Be convinced
That we're heaven sent
Getting careless
With our new sense of pride
Are you worried
That you might like what you see
And leave them
All behind
By Michael
Sometimes, what's missing means more than what's present. This is the theme of the instrumentals.
In the first sixteen weeks, each song has been it's own entity. I've taken into account the genre and feel of the preceding weeks' releases when composing each new song, but none of the songs have been written with future goals in mind... until "Waste Away." Now, "Medicine Man" is a bridge into a new phase of the Odyssey where we will be creating music within a larger (but still open-ended) sense of direction. I want to use the Odyssey to create something that couldn't exist in any other format.
By Michael
My 50s (I think) Kay archtop makes it's Theory debut in "Medicine Man." I ran it through the Digitech Whammy and set it for a mix between octave up and dry. The pitch tracking warble of the Whammy gave it an eeriness and a dirtiness that nailed the texture I was going for in the song.
