SONG: “Around This Mystery”.
ARTIST: grant.
SOURCE:Octlantis is a just-discovered underwater city engineered by octopuses,” Quartz, 17 Sep 2017, as used in the post “The social life of octopuses.”
ABSTRACT:
This has been a rough couple of weeks – Hurricane Irma and an office move as well as all the stuff that goes on normally. And this, always, this. I came up with the kind of haunting little ukulele figure while decompressing on the couch and wondered what I’d do with it. Binary asteroids? Four-winged dinosaurs? Nah – spooked, city-building octopuses.
I quite liked the idea of a city with eight corners at every crossroads and residents who are somehow congenial with each other but also forcing each other out of their homes continually. A paranoid society.
Not that we humans know anything about that.
The recording was very simple. The lyrics were done last night. Recording didn’t start until around 11 p.m. after a day of maintenance and repair work.
Yet here it is, a song. Three ukulele tracks, a vocal, and a synthesized bass run through a couple of filters.
Welcome underwater.
LYRICS:
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
Four roads at our intersections
An asterisk on every church
A dozen tunnels in the sea grass
A city swaying in the tideI am hiding from my neighbors
As my neighbors hide from me
We wrap ourselves around this mystery (x2)Sharks are waiting in the shadows
Rivals wriggle right next door
We meet for dinner, then we make our plans.
In our libraries and storesI am hiding from my neighbors
As my neighbors hide from me
We wrap ourselves around this mystery (x2)1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8