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S2E10: The Troppelganger

S2E10: The Troppelganger

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This product comes with a WAV file for the full podcast episode as well as the demos that Matt and Bug wrote and showed off during the episode. We are happy for you to download these for free, and for people looking to support this episode, there is an option to tip during checkout!

The last proper episode of Season 2 goes back to the beginning. We get DeepBlueInk back in the Jam McCabin -- who doesn't love a good second chance??

Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode

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Challenge: "A second chance you don't deserve"

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BUG'S SONG

Title: The Lighthouse

Lyrics:

On the tip of the island they left him to linger

in a lighthouse that clung to the cliff by its fingers

no comfort or company close to this coast

where he dwelled like a Gargoyle, guarding his post

 

They caught me red-handed, prepared my last meal

then gave me an out -- I took the deal

Stick to my station, keep my patrol

my only condition: don't hurt a soul

A hundred years pass me with no chance to slip

then on the darkened horizon -- I spotted a ship

 

With the darkness consuming, I lit up their path

there's only one route through all the rocks and the crags

I carved out a chance through the maze in the sea

leading the ship up to rest on the beach

The pilgrims abandoned their ship until dawn

but the tide never sleeps, when they woke it was gone

 

Without a ship to sail, the sailors advanced

to the valley below where they set up their camps

the timber was scarce here, which begged them to ask:

Do we use them for shelter or use them for rafts?

I watched from the ridge, an unreachable witness

A fly on the wall with a spider's ambitions

didn't surprise me at all that the first thing they did was

divide into camps, their first building: a prison

 

They dream of rescue, bless their hearts

I've watched them build and tear apart

Must now be years since they arrived

why must the heartless all survive?

Their children only know this place

They know I'm here but not my face

I pray they never seek me out

Oh God, the stores I could tell

They're not to blame, I wish them well

Oh God, the stories I could tell

Years on the island have settled the score

The village below me is violent no more

Then out of the sunset appears a new ship

My heart begins beating -- I have to act quick

with only one hope to correct for the night

I leapt to my senses and smashed out the light

By the light of the morning, there wasn't a sign

of the wreckage that washed away deep in the night

I swore to my captors I'd harm no one else

but not doing harm doesn't mean that I'll help

cause I've kissed the devil and can't be coerced

of all God's creations, this is the worst

with the lighthouse abandoned, I start to descend

you can find me among all the souls I've condemned

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MATT'S SONG

Title: Orchids

Lyrics:

I watch us from the dark garden

Through the living room windows

We are dancing

You are laughing

Revelling in the novelty

Of my abandon

This is new, you think, I see

Your frown encroaches on your smile

Or very old, you think

But the worry's just a weed

We spin around the room

I am rooted in the flowerbed

And you are crying laughing now

And I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids

 

Midnight

it begins to rain

I pull my jacket closer

And you are snuggled on the couch with me and dozing

Visibly relieved

And I'm relieved as well, in my way

I try to catch my eye

But there's just no getting through to me

This is Good, I think

Hiding From the lights of passing cars

If I can't live it

Well

I guess I'll watch it from afar

You are warm and you are happy

You are safe inside with me

And I'm just trying

I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids

 

And as you sleep

I watch me blinking

In the television light

And maybe get a little taller

A little younger round the eyes

This is new, I think

Or something very very old

But the worry's just a weed

And I retreat into the cold

This is good, I think

In a way, a second start

And if I can't live it

Well

I guess I'll watch it from afar

You are warm and you are happy

You are safe, at least I hope

And I'm just trying

I'm just trying

I'm just trying

Not to trample on the orchids

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