Warbling Bytes

Warbling Bytes - Intricate Squabble

Warbling Squabble is a song built around a grooving beat that I found so irresistible that the rest of the song is built around. I imagine the drums being played by some powerhouse performer like Neil Pert from Rush. The song opens with some eloquent noodling, then delves into a riff that I came up while listening to the country legend Hank Williams. It sounds a bit formulaic and recycled, but it’s a solid and reliable riff that carries the song. The lyrics are brief, and are open to interpretation. I dabbled in some accusations toward petty souls that are satisfied to watch atrocities from a distance. I also throw some barbs at the religious hypocrisy that has consumed so many. Then I belt out a face-melting solo just for kicks. I advise listeners to wear protective gear before exposing their ears to such grandiosity. After that, I took an old drum sample and played it in reverse, creating a vacuum sound that came out pretty epic, like something from 2001: A Space Odyssey. Once again I borrowed something, this time from Radiohead, specifically their OK Computer album. The robot voice from “Fitter Happier” proved to be a haunting interlude that leads to the most ludicrous closer that I could possibly imagine. First, there’s a sound bite from a skit involving Will Ferrell. Lasting for a few seconds, it contains an originally gleeful laugh that sounds rather sadistic placed in the context of my song.
Saving the best for last, I ended with a doleful and Oscar-worthy moment. I created an imaginary dialogue between me and Daniel Plainview, the megalomaniac from There Will Be Blood. I plead with him to spare my metaphorical milkshake, which really alludes to anything one wants it to. My efforts are to no avail; in the end Daniel, filled with gluttony, slurps up my milkshake. Then he calls the waiter for another one, just to rub it in my face.

Lyrics

What are you going to sue for
Waiting for your charred soul
Your compassion crumpled up like a useless doll
Don't your hands turn cold when you see them hollow eyes

The rusted fence hides the blood of innocents
Run now and don't look back at the outdated book
Till there's nothing left
Of your precious naivete