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Black Box (Ode to Cloud​-​Based Storage)

by Umbra

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the umbra doesn’t sing, if you hear singing you’re hallucinating, under the hallucinatory effects of the umbra.
i had to do an ipad restore recently, and see, i don’t think it’s smart that files are still saved to the “iCloud Drive” even after you’ve run out of icloud space? weird. (ALL OF MY MUSIC WAS VIOLENTLY KILLED BY APPLE INCORPORATED IT WASN’T ME OR MY FAULT IT REALLY Wi’m really really tech savvy.

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Right.
There's a lot that I couldn't say I did,
But I know it was my damn prerogative,
to see and to read words.
or documents of the way this works,
of the way silicon saves work.
I cried,
I cried over wasted time.
I mourned when

The Gods killed off my dialogue.
Faulty machines when they're cogless.
All of my data was lost.
A black box swallowed it up.
And the depths ate up my catalogue.
I can't bring myself to say that it's my fault.
My written paradigm gone.
Black boxes swallowed it up.
IOU, oh, IOU, oh, IOU

Y'know in my mind all my songs are alive,
and thus this is what I call a massacre.
I heard that grief was a mess, so
Apple inc, is this what I get?
( Fuck me :) )
Every single person,
every song's a story.
Everything's so gory.
They had words,
They had scales,
They had hearts,
And they had names!
“Ringtone”, “Clang Association”,
And those others.
My Pride
that I tied and I intertwined
with hubris,
( Fuck me :( )
But no!
Don't you know that I should've known,
how my noise would've up and gone
I tried!
I tried not to waste your time.
I mourned when

The Gods killed off my dialogue.
Faulty machines when they're cogless.
All of my data was lost.
The black box swallowed it up.
And the depths ate up my catalogue.
I can't bring myself to say that it's my fault.
My written paradigm gone.
Black boxes swallowed it up.

This is a song that I write
on a device on which I
deleted all of my files,
This is a song that I write.
This is a file that I wrote
on a device on which I
Deleted all of my notes.
This is a file that I wrote.


(I proceeded to cry like a little bitch about it because why wouldn't you cry like a little bitch after losing all of your Garageband files on your iiiiiipaaaaad????? Uh, that's like, uh, everything! That's West in Progress, in case you didn't think it was dead enough. That's, like, every single freaking [melodic nin reference] song I cared about! I think I'm, duh, this fucking close to fucking

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released July 23, 2022

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