So a few months ago  Checqz mentioned a certain drum program to use for the drum part of rock songs. I finally got around to looking at it, and decided I liked it enough to use it. So now I finally finished all the parts for this song :3


Title: We Must Imagine Wile E. Coyote Happy

Lyrics:

What did you see in that small empty dome, the culmination of your life?
Did you lose your fur, and your feet, and your sight? Did you unbecome?
Why are you scared now? This was all just a moment's shock.

How can they expect me to stay sane
With holes in their own good will?

I hear scraping sounds in here.

How can they expect me to keep calm?

(What do you want?)
It's your role to play,
(I can't stay here,)
Do what you must,
(Now that I know about the backstage.)
'Cause the only free characters are the ones behind our faces.

(What's the deal?)
Happiness isn't being in the right,
(I can't live here,)
So go and break the canon's law.
(Now that I've found the wires backstage.)
'Cause every species has the right to live against what we say.

Wake up, my wolf, you know no one could keep you all chained up like that.
Even if they did you can think what you want, they can't force you to hate.
Why are you scared now? You're not the one lost in old backward ways of thought.

How can I expect her to be safe
With holes in their own good will?

(What do you want?)
It's your role to play,
(I can't stay here,)
Do what you must,
(Now that I know about the backstage.)
'Cause the only free characters are the ones behind our faces.

(What's the deal?)
Beowulf doesn't belong here,
(I can't live here,)
So can we scrap the weapons now?
(Now that I've found the wires backstage.)
'Cause the atom bomb is way more than enough to cut my scales.

Could they even see the radiance in her soul,
In her soul?
And love the silk-like texture of her fur,
Of her fur?
Could they even stand the brilliance of her soul,
Of her soul?
And love the milk-like tincture of her fur,
Of her fur?

(What do you want?)
It's your role to play,
(I can't stay here,)
Do what you must,
(Now that I know about the backstage.)
'Cause the only free characters are the ones behind our faces.

(What's the deal?)
Beowulf doesn't belong here,
(I can't live here,)
So can we scrap the weapons now?
(Now that I've found the wires...)
'Cause the atom bomb is way more than enough to cut...

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The whole construct around Wile E. Coyote had always fascinated me more than it should have. To me, he was the genius confined to a painfully simple world completely indifferent to his interests, subjecting him to a clear and straightforward goal only to perpetually deny it from him.

It's agonizing to think about, but there's something artistic about that agony I think.

I wonder, what thoughts would go through the mind of a character who's leaps and bounds more intelligent than the design of the world around him? What it would be like to live in a world that's too small to fit you? What would that emptiness and blankness and boundedness feel like if it were to be eternal?

I found out that one of the makers of the cartoon published an explicit list of rules that they followed: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wile_E.....Laws_and_rules

Interesting to see that, in a way, the Coyote literally is subject to the confines of an axiomatic system. That makes him even more today's version of Sisyphus, I think.

Albert Camus would say, as he did of Sisyphus, that we must imagine him happy. Should we really agree with him? I'm not so sure. Is it really our place to decide that about our characters, whether or not they should be satisfied with the world they're placed in? Or is it, in some way, the character's place rather than our place as artists to make that decision about themselves?