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Samples of loop compositions. Each to be used as underscore for verbal narrative

(Spoken word/lyric/singing/story). All are "stolen" samples chopped into loops and re-

organized to fit western pop musical forms specifically designed for "airplay success"!

 

- Track 1:

 

Using 3 sources, Sufi music, Nordic roots music and African percussion, the composition

imposed a forced western pop music "structure" to non-western/world/ethnic music

forms.

 

Structure:

 

Intro/Outro: Awkward blend of all three forms.

Verse: Sufi

Chorus: Nordic

Bridge: African

 

Form:

 

Intro/Verse/Chorus/Verse/Chorus/Bridge/Verse/Chorus/Outro

 

Narrative:

 

The obvious theme here is that of the "melting pot". Diversity is attained through

conformity to western structure. The forced and awkward blending of sounds that do not

fit into this western structure should make the point of this narrative self-evident.

 

Melting Pot

 

Melting down in the melting pot

 

To the beat of the industrial machine

 

Order-Structure- minimum wage

 

The world I know has melted away

 

Replaced and repeating day after day

 

In seven-eight time

 

Five beats on

 

Two beats rest

 

Caught in a loop

 

The world I know has melted away

 

Replaced and repeating day after day

 

 

Track 2:

 

Same idea as the first only this forced structure is taken from a singular cultural source

(Haitian Vodou—but not the same song). This example emulates the structure of the

Rolling Stones "Jumping Jack Rash" The Narrative is based on reports from the early

90's ofVodou magicians accosting American tourists.

 

Voodoo Pick Pockets Have Stolen My Penis

 

I was on Nigerian holiday

But it soon became a tragedy

 

Now it's all gone

 

And I ain't been the same

 

Now it's long gone

 

Voodoo Pick Pockets Have Stolen My Penis

 

It seems so long ago

 

Since I was sold

 

On black market in Lagos

 

Now it's all gone

 

And I ain't been the same

 

Now it's long gone

 

Voodoo Pick Pockets Have Stolen My Penis

 

I was on Nigerian holiday

But it soon became a tragedy

My honeymoon was laid to waste

There are some things

American Express can't replace

 

Now it's all gone

 

And 1 ain't been the same

 

Now it's long gone

 

Voodoo Pick Pockets Have Stolen My Penis

 

Track 3:

 

(No music constructed yet.) Same as sample 2 only this one will take aboriginal music as

its source. The narrative will discuss the "Jerungdu Ritual" (as outlined in the last

 

meeting) and will be adapted to "Carry on Oh Wayward Son" (an ironic structure for the

Jerungdu Ritual)!

 

The Jerungdu Ritual

 

Can you help me? I'm not a bum don't worry

 

We live in a world without trust

 

I remember when I lost my faith

 

Two days after we left Papua New Guinea

 

The musty hut smelled like cigars and dirty hamster cages

 

Dad the Anthropologist hoped the tribesmen would consider me a man

 

Then he gave me Mother's Prozac

 

I was only twelve years old

 

The drums were pounding my heart was racing

Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering

The men were cheering the boys were screaming

How long can this go on?

 

I'm a victim of cultural relativism

 

No vines were needed to tie my hands behind my back

 

Surrounded by the pricks protruding

 

Like the spikes of an Iron Maiden

 

Like a little league game Father filmed this rite of passage

 

Now you can still see it on National Geographic

 

How long can this go on?

 

It stripped away my innocence

 

The drums were pounding my heart was racing

Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering

The men were cheering the boys were screaming

How long can this go on?

 

Feeling that my head would soon be impaled

I wrapped my tiny hands around the vessel

Then I felt the surge of power

That would soon be mine

 

Opened my mouth to speak and received wisdom

Opened my throat to taste the salt in my wounds

Still a bitter taste today

After all this time

 

And the drums are still pounding

As I pry my living

Between the pockets of old me

Can you please spare some change?

 

The drums were pounding my heart was racing

Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering

The men were cheering the boys were screaming

How long can this go on?

 

Form to the Jerungdu Ritual

 

Intro:

 

Ax2

Bx2

Ax2

Bx2

Cxl

 

Verse:

 

Dx2

Exi

Dx2

Exi

 

Chorus:

 

Fx3

Gxl

 

Ax2

 

Verse

Chorus

 

Bridge 1:

 

Hx2

1x1

Hx2

1x1

 

Ax2

 

Bridge 2:

 

Jx2

Kxl

 

Chorus

Bx2

 

Bridge 3:

 

Lx4

 

Bx2

Cxl

 

Track 4:

 

Narrative: Set to Islamic Spiritual music loops... the conspiracy unveils!

What Goes Around Comes Around

 

GW has more in common with Bin Laden then with you or I

 

Both have daddies who are rich oilmen

 

You and I have more in common with the people of Afghanistan

 

Than with GW or Bin Laden.

 

Both have been bombed by a son-of-a-rich-oilman

 

Stamp out terrorism?

 

Stamp out the great Satan?

 

Or to divide and conquer YOU AND I?

 

AND THEM?

 

Who is us?

 

And who is them?

 

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