Synaptic Synthesis by Tim Royan published on 2020-12-20T12:58:02Z Does it taste like copper in here? Conductivity? An electron symphony With maximum BPMs? Full of notions — or maybe sound and fury? Synthesizing nothing. Some nothing to live for. Some nothing to die for. Neuroplasticity gone awry. Outsides are inside now. The strings spark with static, never youth. Let's dance to grim dirges and soulful elegies. Dance our deaths away. Dangling like marionettes From necrotic umbilical cords And the strings the old hangman can still pull... Swaying in the breeze. Genre Drum & Bass Comment by Tim Royan @young-steemy haha, I think that’s exactly where my head was at when i made that. 2021-02-13T09:28:29Z Comment by Slick Gato INCREDIBLE! 2021-01-02T23:09:16Z Comment by KittensRjerks Congratulations, your song was chosen to be spotlighted this month at r/indiemusicfeedback! https://www.reddit.com/r/IndieMusicFeedback/comments/kokmeu/pax_december_spotlight_hey_imf_i_am_back_with/ 2021-01-01T22:41:13Z Comment by Tim Royan @mezeve I can’t because ‘fanmajor’ is an anagram of “an OJ farm” and I had my bris on an orange juice farm. Also, Ron Goldman was my uncle. Can you Google it for me? 2020-12-23T22:39:31Z