Working in a factory, I can't help but write music. Spurious, irrelevant music that nobody hears cause it's in my head. I don't know music theory either so i wouldn't ever know how to transcribe it. i just start with a thought in my head and then the hum of the machines forms a natural beat on which a melody is superimposed. Tonight i sang to myself the lyrics:
"Oh great, a sample
sample thiis, you c*nt"
over and over and over again. with variations on the melody. For over an hour.
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