Never Ending Headache - Unreleased

I think this is about as much glitch-programming as I will ever do.

This idea was meant to be on Pilotless in 2008, but I never really polished it up. So, here ya go!

Keep checking back for more updates! More tracks on the way

You Are The Me - Originally “Your Theme” from Sleep Like Contrails Sleep released in 2005.

Turned this into a slow jam with a little surprise at the end. Pretty self-explanatory. If you never saw the live video of the original being played for my senior project in 2007 (which is probably everyone)…here ya go

More Klee-Sides 2 tracks on the way! Keep checking back.

Paper Cup Radio - Originally “Radio Transmission from a Paper Cup” from Sleep Like Contrails Sleep released in 2005

We will start off Klee-Sides 2 with  one of the least-liked songs Blue Chain Language has ever made. The original concept is still kind of neat, using the clicking sound of an EQ to create percussive sounds, a skittering 5/4 rhythm, a rising chord structure that never really resolves to anything…but the lyrics and the length of the original made this song essentially unlistenable for me years later. I’ll post the lyrics below and you can try to figure out what I was trying to talk about…I think it’s about going through the apocalypse with someone important, they are captured or killed (by monsters? had to be a metaphor) and you go insane because you are now on your own and you know you can’t survive…maybe?

Add my current vocal obsession with the vocoder, add some much more interesting percussion, and make the piece have a linear flow to make use of the chord structure and here you go…

Everyone, wait on your rooftop for the airlift to arrive

All you have to do is try, all you have to do is try

Everyone, pull out your heart and feed it to the monsters

All you have to do is die, all you have to do is die for the cause

Everyone, Everyone

All that I can do is try, All that I can do is try

Are they gone? Volunteer to take a look downstairs

All I’ve left to do is cry, All I’ve left to do is cry

They caught you, Now I’m calling with this paper cup

All I’ve left to do is try, All I’ve left to do is die with you

Anyone, Anyone

All that I can do is try, All that I can do is try