"Microtonal Constrained Language" - BipTunia song in micro-tonal scales (Xenharmonic music)

Download MP3 free here: https://biptunia.com/?p=2722 Made using Ivor synth, and several scales. Lyrics and credits: So their big thing now is mice. So they’re raising millions of mice for their.. (nefarious plans?) …other branches to experiment on. LEAVE ME ALONE! It’s good times man, you eat a lot of dirt and exhaust. Exquisite corpse. It’s a surrealist thing, once again. Actually, several constrained languages that are made to be human readable as well as machine readable. Like, they have rules… (really?) …to make them easier for computers to understand. …I found the record he made and I started quoting his song titles at him. And putting them in quotes and just responding to him. One of them was “How Could My Life Get Any Worse?” Of COURSE you have a song called that. And one was called “I’m So Lonely” and I just kept quoting those at him. That’s Biblical. I… Worms… …that had severe anxiety, so, I mean, (it was) ridiculous. BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME! BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME! BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME! BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME! BAD AUDIO IS A HATE CRIME! All the apartments had old Murphy beds. I gave myself a concussion trying to take one off the door one time. The guy above me would just drop his every night. It sounded like a car hitting the building and I lived on the fifth floor. People just got so used to the alarm going off that they wouldn’t leave the building. Apparently the person did what you said, fell asleep and their mattress caught on fire. They were actually trying to drag the mattress down the hall while it was on fire. And that didn’t work out so well. I touched the door the hallway door to make sure it wasn’t hot. I opened it up and I couldn’t see a thing, man. I held my hand up in front of my face and I couldn’t see a thing. And there were 19 apartments on each floor. I’m pounding on people’s doors trying to let ’em know this thing’s for real. Come to find out after the fire, the emergency lights were on, man. That’s how toxic it was. It was so black, the carpet, the chemicals in it, it was a month before I started to feel better. And I had to do the nebulizer treatments. The apartment where the fire originated basically was just nothing but a concrete shell. It even burned through the old oak floor Feet still in the shoes on the bed? Probably’d been a few hours since his last shot. If he’d just shot up he probably wouldn’t have out made it. You don’t get to keep your job if you keep robbing people and having your feet up on the table and collecting the labor of others, for long, if you eat your own. Words & voices: Phil Wormuth and Michael W. Dean Music: Michael W. Dean Info on what software and scales were used is all apparent in the screenshot in the video