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Vol. 1

by Mild Wild

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M0T0M
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M0T0M Whether you're sitting on an urban curb somewhere in Florida, or gazing into any other surroundings, you'll enter new dimensions via MW's music. Super cool musician! Favorite track: Chain-Link Fence.
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squirrels warm, sweet, and humble analog sounds. Favorite track: Radio Song.
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onionBoy_btwihateonions Living proof that not all royalty free music sounds like Kevin MacLeod. The scene is actually quite fascinating and is the host to a lot more variety than one might expect. There's some real music there that you can separate from its intended purpose, and it's just as good. Mild Wild's Vol. 1 is absolutely a case of this. Wonderfully eclectic and esoteric in its lyrics, tunes, and overall vibes, it's a genuinely good Lo-Fi album that just so happens to be free. Support this guy if you can. Favorite track: Line Spacing.
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1.
“Particular Pace” I’ll be hanging with the trees you’ll be outside of my leaves we can talk again next winter whistle Dixie for the crows feel the ground and decompose grab my limb and get a splinter lost your watch but found your way woke up late again today burned your hand and got a blister read the news and checked the date slow it down it’s not a race back and forth just take the picture penmanships the native tongue feed the pigeons and the doves runny nose your fingers shiver I’ll be blowing in the breeze you’ll be outside of my reach we can talk again next winter with no particular pace with no particular pace today weathers great let’s misbehave tear our clothes and carve our names we can talk again next winter I read the news and checked the date slowed it down it’s not a race back and forth just take the picture out of ink and in the trash aluminum and broken glass fresh cut flowers near the window penmenships the native tongue ror the pigeons and the doves runny nose your fingers shiver with no particular pace with no particular pace today with no particular pace with no particular pace today come find me upside down out of tune broken sound renew, renew again renew, renew again renew, renewed again renew, renew again
2.
"Primary Colors" honestly the surroundings here give me something to think on a fuzzy scene made of grey-scale shapes you dream the colors of this song some memories that your stuck between washed clean of their detail ideas bleed over blurried seams stumble blindly through though trails and honestly the surroundings here give me something to think on a fuzzy scene made of grey-scale shapes you dream the colors of this song some memories that your stuck between washed clean of their detail ideas bleed over blurried seams stumble blindly down though trails we're working with primary colors you picture this in blue, and red, and yellow as far from town as you want to be ten minute drive it will take us the present scene won't be trapped or caught ran once before and you lost trust I don't think we're equipped to see color broken from spectrum tucked inside a metal container where they know you can't find them as far from town as you want to be ten minute drive it will take us the present scene won't be trapped or caught ran once before and you lost trust I don't think I'm equipped to see color broken from spectrum tucked inside a metal container where they know you won't find them and it feels like it feels just like I'm cheating and it feels like it feels like we're working with primary colors you picture this in blue, and red, and yellow we're working with primary colors you'll picture this in blue, and red, and yellow
3.
Ghost Notes 02:31
"Ghost Notes" ghost notes at the bottom of this conversation dropped my keys and phone against the rough pavement screen's cracked but I still can hear alright string of words that I think I've used before can't think of another creative way to twist it you feel safe locked behind your bedroom door I don't think that I'm ever gonna change that above bellow can anybody hear me these strings ghost notes they don't work in theory thrift store guitars and improvised drum sets the kids are looking for a sound they haven't herd yet ghost in the woods will you come out string of words and I found a new ending think I found a creative way to twist it it's swelling up just keep on pretending the truth seems the only thing you wanna mess with above bellow can anybody hear me these strings ghost notes they don't work in theory they don't work in theory
4.
Radio Song 02:19
"Radio Song" magnetic tape and frame rates boombox after hours in an empty space catch a show all alone on the main stage, yeah getting hyped for the drop of the mix-tape lord knows that I wanna be the next Drake slide humble, outside still plays fake and I hear every sound on the radio just wanna know what you're into and I hear every sound on the radio just wanna know what you're into
5.
"Chain-Link Fence" and if you're not careful you'll spend your whole life climbing fences and it's not what you paid for but the right eye sees what the left cant now its permanent roof tiles and thumb tacks blood blister from the chain-link fence asphalt and black cats tear your shirt at the top where they cut it and if you're not careful you'll spend your whole life digging ditches and that's not what you signed up for a jaded heart, some callus palms, and a workers pension thought the words now you speak them burned the roof of my mouth when I spoke it let's find a box you can preach from the soils rich, let's break this ground, and snap the tension knuckles grip through holes in the chain-link fingers pierce woven steel, it's twisted and coiled roof tiles and thumb tacks blood blister from the chain-link fence asphalt and black cats tear your shirt at the top where they cut it roof tiles and thumb tacks blood blister from the chain-link fence asphalt and black cats tear your shirt at the top where they cut it roof tiles, scotch tape, thumbtacks asphalt, a stolen lighter, blacks cats roof tiles, scotch tape, thumbtacks asphalt, a stolen lighter, blacks cats holes in the street packed with gravel drainage ditch overrun with weeds a grocery bag held taught to the fence as the wind presses against it bits of broken headlights scattered, scattered sun-baked plastic, its all fake decay rain soaked cardboard mixed with construction sounds noises of pollution birds sing to the nature nature has its own movement fences put down to separate a chain-link ladder, a chain-link fence
6.
"Neighbor's Yard" it's the everlasting ultimatum a self sustaining tired eardrum violin strings played for pyramid schemes long words from an older bible a broken tower and a language we can't understand cooling fountain, warm colors, and desert sands fill it up, pack the trunk, let's hit the open road empty wine bottles, stolen mobile phones keep the rod I'll take the fish half a gram short and a broken wrist it didn't happen but it's still written down home-schooled fossil fuels in a small town it's the everlasting ultimatum, said that a self sustaining tired eardrum violin strings played for pyramid schemes long words form a really, really old bible and like a seed coming up from the underground or like a child raised up tall under clouds beat up pickup truck parked crooked in your neighbor's yard and like a child coming up from the underground or like a seed raised up tall under clouds beat up pickup truck still parked wacky and crooked in your neighbor's lawn old growth forest versus new ministries poisoned blankets traded in for a set of gold teeth caught on film but it didn't get developed Uncle Sam's asleep, so is Mother Nature split the pack of Newport's, nineties Cadillac forget about the times we spent hanging out before the internet spoiled fruit served to rotten people I don't mind the pinch, I just can't stand the needle and like a seed coming up from the underground or like a child raised up tall under clouds beat up pickup truck parked crooked up in your neighbor's yard and like a child coming up from the underground or like a seed raised up tall under clouds beat up pickup truck still parked wacky and crooked up in your neighbor's yard, lawn they still there they still there crooked and wacky crooked and wacky
7.
Alright Okay 02:53
"Alright Okay" alright okay apathetic altruism or patriotic patriotism and sink your teeth into the apple that you paid for songs sung not as often when they rhyme less choosing language over pictures, cause to misconception right handed leftist sneak into the press section bloody nose from the space heater broken clock above the sleeper sofa steamer truck passed up, generational let down overdose on gasoline, bus stop amphetamine invasive alchemist killing home grown agriculture historic snake oil worth less than what you paid for brown out, upcharge, cash cow in the sandbox rich ass banker buying boats for the landlocked I don't know words, but I sure know how to speak them I don't know people, so I fake it when I greet them oh my god I can't stand it swimmin round with the likes of the lion fish spillin wine in the Lexus give some pocket change, voluntary left hand what a mess, thought we planned this prescription drugs and some gold designer glasses sugar ants in the cabinet I got a lot of things and all of them are plastic poor broke college kid at least you learned economics business majors you can stand up, environmentalist you can sit the fuck down and I'll tell you what you can do though, you can um, you can cast your vote for the chosen leader centimeters, centigrade, underworked overachievers asexual reproduction, bought by transcontinental wire transfers WiFi passwords made from short hand abbreviation lost dogs and gem stones brought home without investigation border town drama with misplaces ambition determining my moral code on a set of old inscriptions Wikipedia in binary, postcards from libraries double blind study carried out by big tobacco indicator species, canary in the coal mine I don't care for the truth I'll take the cancer and the tan lines oh my god I can't stand this runnin round with the likes of the lion fish spillin wine in the Lexus spend some pocket change, voluntary left hand what a mess, thought we planned this prescription drugs and some gold designer glasses sugar ants in the cabinet I got a lot of friends and all of them are plastic
8.
See Through 03:29
“See Through” window panes lined with plastic water bottles, you only took a few sip's out of them brand name but you bought the floor model, standing guard by the sliding glass door I've got some cash on my card got some room in the garage I cut your picture out, with my scrapbook scissors everything's filled with holes everything is see through everything's filled with holes I guess I'm see through too now warm light fills a mason jar, sorry I didn't see it sooner I heard the birds from the neighbor's yard, calling out from the sliding glass door I saw the bed sheets breath I felt the floorboards scream I pulled the story out, from a work of fiction everything's filled with holes everything is see through everything's filled with holes I guess I'm see through too now everything's filled with holes everything is see through everything's filled with holes I guess I'm see through too now
9.
"Queen's Lodge" Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building cracked incandescent street lamps near turnpikes I got a nondescript place that I'm telling you you should spend the night where the waters warm, and the chemicals they flow out like poison where the girls have boys, and the boys they have their husbands meet Captain Jack, he can get you high tonight there's Beth and Susie too, they'll share the room if the price is right Art Deco brickwork and neon signage inside the nights are long and security is violent Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building humidity and make believe they sell powders made from strange trees your Addereall it's the same thing I walk through the mall on pain pills laundromat district with the artist and the hipsters there's a lovely girl that walks the street in a sequined miniskirt so play nice and stay humble keep your business out the alley only drink dark beer from a bar called O'Shea's or O'Maley's guest arrive and it's usually minus their luggage whispers out front broken up by the plants near the guardrail Queen's Lodge motel and apartment building if these walls could talk, they'd probably speak in Spanish if these walls could talk, they'd share secrets of hidden indiscretion if these walls could talk, they'd ask for a pack of cigarettes if these walls could talk, they'd scold the new tenants if these walls could talk, they'd tweet about what they've seen if these walls could talk
10.
"Crooked Straight" it's the purpose it's an art it's the purpose it's an art the purpose of meditation to attain divine grace once this grace has been attained in a measure it takes over our experience and lives our life preform those things which are given us to do make the crooked places straight we no longer live by bread alone but by the inner grace it's the purpose it's an art it's an art the purpose
11.
Line Spacing 02:40
"Line Spacing" landline and paper maps pieces from the past breezeway, desire paths easy, let it pass I wrote you a letter I picked out the typeface you're taking my sweater I'm packing a suitcase this house is a burden it's windows are airways linoleum tile it's cracking, it's sun-baked backdraft and postage stamps headline, reading lamps loose change, a yellow cab far out, get some rest I wrote you a letter I picked out the typeface you're taking my sweater I'm packing a suitcase this house is a burden it's windows are airways linoleum tile it's cracking, it's sun-baked single spaced, double spaced single spaced, double spaced double spaced, double spaced
12.
"Say Goodnight" grind your heels into the sheets grit your teeth and get some sleep this evening counting sheep restless feet in a tangled heap a cotton blend, a mystery unwoven fraying at the seams brightest colors, muted light let's say goodnight say goodnight coiled strings stand in line hold me up hide my lies unspoken rusting metal wires signal lost to the in-between broadcast to an empty screen the viewers ask what does it mean under squeaking fans and tangled sheets unwoven fraying at the seams they're muted colors they're lacking light let's say goodnight let's say goodnight let's say goodnight let's say goodnight

about

This music is written and recorded quickly to capture the emotion of the moment. Its lyrics are mostly taken from stream of conciseness and short journal entries. Some sections work to tell a story while others are content to depict abstract thoughts and feelings. The songs contain themes of selfishness, youth, consumerism, relationships, pollution, drug use, duality, religion, and employment to name a few. Although it is up to the listener to take away whatever messages they hear.

The project has been a work in progress since 2018, picked up when it felt right and not forced. All 12 songs were recorded to cassette tape using a Tascam Portastudio. Guitars, and ukulele make up the majority of the instrumentation but banjo, synth, harmonica, and bells can be found throughout. In place of traditional drums found objects and small percussion have been layered and sampled to build a backing rhythm. While tracking a variety of guitar pedals were placed in line to manipulate the sounds. Nearly all of the vocal tracks have been run through a "Hall of Fame" reverb pedal and very little post production work was done. Vocal doubling and hard stereo panning aim to give the tracks a spacious and ambient feeling. Each track is different but the methods used to capture the audio give the project unity.

Mild Wild has taken its influences (both sonically and visually) from the writer's experiences and upbringing, many of which are subconsciously sourced. However some artists that have directly shaped the direction of the music include The Beatles, Kool A.D., Mac Demarco, Pavement, The Kinks, Stanley Kubrick, Wes Anderson, George Orwell, Ansel Adams, and Vincent Van Gough. Although that list could be much longer with more self reflection.

Mild Wild creates music not for profit but to share a brand of creativity that is truthful. All the songs included in Vol. 1 are free to download and use however others may see fit. The music is licensed under an Attribution Creative Commons. The hope is that the sounds when set free will organically find their way into other creative places.

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released April 20, 2020

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