A friend of mine and I were, over beers the other night, coming up with names for songs (because naturally, it is more fun to start with a title than tack it on at the end of the compositional process). Here they are:
- She’s in Zagreb - I’m here
- You Might Want to Get Out of the Building
- Gingerbread Rape Scene
- Your Slovak Bitch’s Brains are on my Boot
- Where do you Draw the Line Between Consonance and Dissonance?
- I’d Prefer Seeing the Grand Piano Burn to the Ground
- A Fugue of Screaming Babies Being Slaughtered by Handsaws
- Anything that Rots is Good Fertilizer
They were a bit more amusing when we were drunk.
