The Farm V1 I wanna be browner, slighter, taller, richer, whiter, wanna be younger, brighter, fresher, firmer, tighter, more glamorous and smooth. They won’t love you unless you move with the herd, with the sheep, fed upon by Little Bo-Peep. Born honest, pure and bold - then learn to fake just like you're told. Be good little cattle and doubt. You want and you can't do without. Be sick, be ugly, be bored, be struggling, be terrified, we're here! Welcome to Earth, we farm fear. Chorus So please control me, make fears to mould me, I want you to hold me my whole life long. My learned obsession, I'm your possession, teach me your lesson my whole life long. I want you to blind me, shove your fear inside me, oh please remind me that my life is wrong. Tell me that I need you, I'll bleed to feed you, I'll show you my greed and do what turns you on. V2 Capitalize humanity, give you more than you'll ever need, monoculture reality, value from scare-city. We'll have social separation by sex, religion and nation, intolerant temptation, and psychological projection. Sympathy addiction (because you'll need to feel like a victim), divide by competition, ahhh! Polarizing systems! Now, manufacture the arms, we're selling the idea to harm you. There's no profit in calm. Oh! Welcome to Earth, you've arrived at the fear farm. Chorus2 So please control us, make fears to mould us, we want you to hold us our whole life long. Our learned obsession, we are your possession, teach us you lesson our whole life long. We want you to blind us, put your fear inside us, oh please remind us that our life is wrong. Minds intertwined, we make combined, one frequency. Bridge And, we'll find fourth density and reach our next destiny, set all those fears free, then we will find a richness in kind, it'll open the mind, but now and here... we will farm our fear. ------------------------------------------- Notes: (Fear) "The Farm" is a cheeky funk track. It spells out some of the story of "The Villian" of the album (fear manipulation). The verse and chorus riffs were inspired after trying to figure out what makes Mark Ronson's "Uptown Funk" so catchy. This song starts the album by trying to grab the attention of a wide, mainstream, consumer orientated audience. It combines both traditional and modern instruments, sounds, genres, and production techniques to try to provide a sense of familiarity to both young and old, and it attempts to make use of humor, mild sexual suggestion, and mild shock value to hold the attention of the listener long enough to drive home the spirit of the message within the sarcastic lyrics. This song is basically an attention seeker, a hard statement about society, softened at a first glance by its glossy, appealing, pop-retro wrapper. The face value appeal of the feel of the track is hopefully enough to grab the people who would really benefit from thinking a bit more about the deeper political meaning but tend to shy away from thinking about such difficult and confronting topics. Self-critical points: For me, this song was really a fun and inspired moment from a compositional perspective, but is really rather daunting from a technical perspective. I've written something here which demands quite a high level of musicianship. I've been unable to play my own guitar part as cleanly as I'd like so far, so I've layered real guitar with synthetic guitars and I've done all the heavy guitar parts using exclusively the synthetic method as I haven't the hardware currently to get the same results using real electric guitar. I'm still hoping to find female vocalist(s) suitable for the choruses (someone who can attack them in a more suggestive or seductive way than I can manage so as to emphasize the satire in the 'sex sells - but it's playing on the subconscious fears of average chumps to control them' message.) While I'm now generally happy with the mix, arrangement, and overall progress, female vocals aside, there are one or two people out there who I know may be able to help further with this one down the track so it may yet change again in a few years.