Episodes

  • S2E10: The Troppelganger
    Sep 23 2024
    The last proper episode of Season 2 goes back to the beginning. We get DeepBlueInk back in the Jam McCabin -- who doesn't love a good second chance?? Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ -- SPOILERS BELOW -- --- Challenge: "A second chance you don't deserve" --- BUG'S SONG Title: The Lighthouse Lyrics: On the tip of the island they left him to linger in a lighthouse that clung to the cliff by its fingers no comfort or company close to this coast where he dwelled like a Gargoyle, guarding his post They caught me red-handed, prepared my last meal then gave me an out -- I took the deal Stick to my station, keep my patrol my only condition: don't hurt a soul A hundred years pass me with no chance to slip then on the darkened horizon -- I spotted a ship With the darkness consuming, I lit up their path there's only one route through all the rocks and the crags I carved out a chance through the maze in the sea leading the ship up to rest on the beach The pilgrims abandoned their ship until dawn but the tide never sleeps, when they woke it was gone Without a ship to sail, the sailors advanced to the valley below where they set up their camps the timber was scarce here, which begged them to ask: Do we use them for shelter or use them for rafts? I watched from the ridge, an unreachable witness A fly on the wall with a spider's ambitions didn't surprise me at all that the first thing they did was divide into camps, their first building: a prison They dream of rescue, bless their hearts I've watched them build and tear apart Must now be years since they arrived why must the heartless all survive? Their children only know this place They know I'm here but not my face I pray they never seek me out Oh God, the stores I could tell They're not to blame, I wish them well Oh God, the stories I could tell Years on the island have settled the score The village below me is violent no more Then out of the sunset appears a new ship My heart begins beating -- I have to act quick with only one hope to correct for the night I leapt to my senses and smashed out the light By the light of the morning, there wasn't a sign of the wreckage that washed away deep in the night I swore to my captors I'd harm no one else but not doing harm doesn't mean that I'll help cause I've kissed the devil and can't be coerced of all God's creations, this is the worst with the lighthouse abandoned, I start to descend you can find me among all the souls I've condemned ------------ MATT'S SONG Title: Orchids Lyrics: I watch us from the dark garden Through the living room windows We are dancing You are laughing Revelling in the novelty Of my abandon This is new, you think, I see Your frown encroaches on your smile Or very old, you think But the worry's just a weed We spin around the room I am rooted in the flowerbed And you are crying laughing now And I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids Midnight it begins to rain I pull my jacket closer And you are snuggled on the couch with me and dozing Visibly relieved And I'm relieved as well, in my way I try to catch my eye But there's just no getting through to me This is Good, I think Hiding From the lights of passing cars If I can't live it Well I guess I'll watch it from afar You are warm and you are happy You are safe inside with me And I'm just trying I'm just trying not to trample on the orchids And as you sleep I watch me blinking In the television light And maybe get a little taller A little younger round the eyes This is new, I think Or something very very old But the worry's just a weed And I retreat into the cold This is good, I think In a way, a second start And if I can't live it Well I guess I'll watch it from afar You are warm and you are happy You are safe, at least I hope And I'm just trying I'm just trying I'm just trying Not to trample on the orchids
    Show More Show Less
    40 mins
  • S2E9: Void Tuesday
    Sep 9 2024

    On Episode Nine, Matt continues being Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and targets the most famous New York M&M vendor. ⁠⁠Heather Edgley⁠⁠ joins us to get us thinking objectively!


    Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠


    -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

    -----------------

    Challenge: "From the perspective of an inanimate object"

    -----------------

    BUG'S SONG

    Title: Sammy

    Lyrics:

    I am Sensitive, I know

    I get riled up at the smallest things

    and start screaming at the top of my lungs

    I am working on it

    but my job is very stressful

    Holy shit is that a frozen pizza?


    Time to cry my eyes out,

    out of my mind with self-doubt

    doubt you could live without me

    me? I defend you proudly

    cause I'm your last protector

    Hi, my name is Sammy, I'm your over-sensitive smoke detector


    Any locality may by ordinance require that smoke alarms

    be installed in any building containing one or more dwelling units

    in accordance with the uniform statewide building code

    in other words: you need me

    I know you're all frustrated by my beeping

    but where there's smoke, there's fire

    so where there might be smoke there MIGHT be fire

    ok I'll work on it

    but you've cooked that egg for 20 seconds!!!


    Time to cry my eyes out, out of my mind with self-doubt

    doubt you could live without me, me? I defend you proudly

    I am your last protector

    Hi, my name is Sammy, I'm your over-sensitive smoke detector


    They say when God opens a door

    he must also open a door on the other side of the room

    just one door will not stop me from yelling

    That's just how airflow works

    that's just a little physics tip for you

    inside a song inside a music podcast


    but to calm me down... I just need... HER


    Celia, Celia, Twirl for me love

    no concealing how I'm feeling when I watch from above

    Celia, Celia, this never gets old

    they've learned to turn you on first before they look at the stove

    Celia, Celia... the Ceiling Fan

    Celia, Celia... the Ceiling Fan

    (They're making bacon and I can't even fake a beep-beep because of you, Celia)

    (It may be my low battery that's talking they ain't changing me 'till Autumn, Oh Celia)

    (Learn good habits, change those batteries on daylight saving time, for realia)

    (and while you're at it change your air filters too, basic home maintenance, celia)

    -----------------

    MATT'S SONG

    Title: No Visitors

    Lyrics:

    no one visits me here but you i wish i could give you a little something in return under the silt, rocks and pillars of breezeblocks i was a queen once just like you in a temple on top of a hill on the rim of the woods and you want ask me something i can tell yeah i used to tell them stories in the vapour choking air and they kept me round because i told them what they want to hear now i call it like i see it so they took my crown away and i don't talk that much anymore these days cause no one visits me here but you no one visits me here but you tell me what do you see in me nobody's looked at me like you look at me for apollo knows how long i thought i needed fable and theatre for you trust me much at all but i guess a temple is wherever you go to find your god and you want to ask me something i can tell you don't need to keep your worries to yourself

    Show More Show Less
    46 mins
  • S2E8: Papers From The Mayor
    Aug 26 2024

    On Episode Eight, our heroes get mentally prepared for the long road ahead. Robert Evans from Behind The Bastards gives us a prompt that make us one with the road, and Matt moves to Times Square.

    Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠


    -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

    -----------------

    Challenge: "Driving so long you become one with the road"

    -----------------

    BUG'S SONG

    Title: On The Morning Commute

    Lyrics:

    On the Morning Commute

    Sing along with the tune

    I can throw on a podcast, a radio broadcast

    all the things I can do on the morning commute



    The beginning of the day is easy, I have a list of tasks to do

    Get up, brush teeth, make toast, eat toast, make bed, don't eat bed

    get dressed (required), comb hair (that one is optional)

    plenty of structure...

    and likewise my work day is a breeze

    between meetings that should have been emails

    and emails that protect me from meetings

    I am stimulated all day, left and right and from every

    corner of my cubicle, a beautiful hectic chaos that

    keeps my mind racing and taken up with TODO's

    but its that half hour in between...



    that damn morning commute

    Sing along with the tune

    I can throw on a podcast, a radio broadcast

    all the things I can do on the morning commute



    You know, we don't use what scientists call our "Active" brain when we drive?

    It's why we can hold conversations with passengers (or illegally as I found out, on cell phones)

    or completely space out and realize 10 minutes and 12 miles down the road



    And thats where you find me. Nowhere to run.

    Can't even use my hands to defend myself

    No amount of NPR or Arianna Grande can drown you out

    no crosswords to keep my attention locked down, and you know it

    You say "haha! your melatonin might've saved you last night, but you're

    legally locked into conciousness now, 30 minutes locked in a Mazda

    with nothing to properly stop ya, so you should buckle up bud, I've come here to haunt ya



    So I snuck out last night and went to town like the Grinch of Suburbia

    Climbing every traffic light and shaking the red and yellow glitter out of each one,

    flipping every stop sign around to it's "Go-Side",

    a couple well-place cones and now we have TWO northbound freeways and everyone else

    going south can just use waze or something

    Because I am getting this over with

    I painted over all the lane dividers on the way to work

    and had enough black paint leftover to paint a tunnel on a cliff as

    a shortcut to shave off another seven minutes... funny, isn't it?

    It took a drive to make me learn my limits

    -----------------

    MATT'S SONG

    Title: White Line

    Lyrics:

    low fuel light's been on for days

    i haven't seen another car

    since i passed petrol station

    must have a week or more



    i punched in your address but

    i don't think i remember you

    objects in the mirror disappear as they slip out of view



    i haven't stopped the car in so long i can't even tell

    leave it long enough you turn in to somebody else


    Show More Show Less
    35 mins
  • S2E7: Jamcel Sigma
    Aug 12 2024
    There's no other way to say this. Episode Seven is a special dark episode of Jam Mechanics. If you want to blame someone, blame Sam Damask of Grand Commander for his prompt! But we still have fun, and you will, too! Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us! Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠ -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW -- ----------------- Challenge: "Resisting the Urge to inflict harm on someone who has wronged you" ----------------- BUG'S SONG Title: Not Your Fault, Kid Lyrics: It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother I had a family: mom, dad, dog and and backyard my own room a guitar I was stuck on "F" and I couldn't get past it and now I think it's stuck in the attic or at dad's place, or maybe the storage box that he got when he got kicked out and that just happened to be, just happened to be when you came around It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother but mom won't love you, so I hope that yours does you've got her eyes, what a shortcut and our dad's smile that I've barely seen yet at least its absent every other weekend when I'm dropped off and lobbed in the corner spot on a cot set up in your room how'd this happen to me, this happened to me because because of you It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my... but you're not a text on his phone left unguarded you're not a hotel charged to the family card you're not even them caught in the act, you were 9 months past now you can't be ignored or talked out you just happen to be, just happen to be the proof that knocked us down If I seem shut down and muted thats just what I've found is easiest but I've changed so much can't tell what's me and what's now ship of theseus If I seem shut down and muted thats just what I've found is easiest but I've changed so much can't tell what's me and what's now ship of theseus It's not your fault, kid, I still love you you're my baby brother ----------------- MATT'S SONG Title: The Family Dog Lyrics: okay are you done i've been over here biting my tongue let me just catch my breath really swill this blood around let it get into every gap in between my teeth every cavity from the years of sweetness you forcefed me i swallowed it all with a thank you and smile not so pretty anymore am i what's the matter baby, you look like you got your face chewed off by the family dog I'm only playing, and it's cute that you Think this is really the worst I could do I never know what I can chew until I've bitten it off So make your next move Carefully Don't set off my instincts Oh the things I could say light the fuse on the bomb in your brain Give a wink Take a bow And let you take the win walk away when the fuse burns down in a year from now it'd blow and your skull would be hollowed out I know you better than anyone ever has I know how to take you down But I won't not so pretty anymore am i what's the matter baby, you look like you got your face chewed off by the family dog I'm only playing, and it's cute that you Think this is really the worst I could do I never know what I can chew until I've bitten it off So make your next move Carefully Don't set off my instincts
    Show More Show Less
    34 mins
  • S2E6: A Feral Yeehaw
    Jul 29 2024

    On Episode 6 we get tripped up on cantrips before Joshua David MG gives us a songwriting prompt that'll make you ask: Did they just write the songs of the summer??? If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    Challenge: "Did I just write the song of the summer???"

    -----------------

    BUG'S SONG

    Title: Loud and Clear

    Lyrics:

    You're playin' DJ on our road trip and my ears are going numb

    It's taking every bit of patience not to mute it with my thumb

    maybe pretend that it malfunctioned and I'll fix it when we stop

    but then you say "this one's my favorite" and you crank the volume knob


    Why do you like this stuff, I haven't got a clue

    what made a middle class big city girl like only country tunes

    you don't square dance in your Daisy Dukes or line up in your boots

    and you you ain't ever seen the inside of a country town saloon


    I've tried to give it all a chance, I promise you I did

    but I can't tell when one song ends and when the next hit song begins

    twenty minutes in... lets just call it what it is

    every hit song of the summer sounds a little bit like this:


    a big bar crowd sing-a-long

    a four-chord kinda country song

    where the chorus always mentions beer

    and the title, the title hits loud and clear


    Its always so repetitive, they've got nothing to say

    every aspect is generic, every lyric feels cliché

    I respect the men and women and the instruments they play

    but the hacks that they are backing have put all their skills to waste


    cause the stars are all so similar, so handsome, could it be

    another well-connected white boy up and moved to Tennessee

    Has a network out in Nashville, plays a chord or two or three

    add a fourth and ride a horse and you can end up on TV singin'

    But did you ever think...


    [See website for remaining lyrics!]


    -----------------

    MATT'S SONG

    Title: Comparing Yourself to a Sillhouette

    Lyrics:

    Amelia was born on a saturday night

    in the heat of july in the heart of america

    and while the city slept, her mother showed her the sky

    and speckles of starlight settled on her eyes and little Amelia Earhart knew one day she would fly

    No that's not what happened

    Can someone tell me why we obsessively mythologise real people, real lives like this

    Like no one truly exists unless they live between the lines

    of a fairy story someone writes?

    Is it not enough for someone just to have lived, you know?

    And to have lived extraordinarily?


    Amelia 'melia, please

    Come back to earth some time

    I'm dangling here by a wire

    And it doesn't feel like flying.


    Do you think jesus understood that it wasn't enough to be a good man?

    To be wise and patient and kind?

    Do you think he knew that in order for his message to outlive him he would have to be canonised, and to be canonised he would have to die before his time?

    Or was that narrative thrust upon him

    Against his will

    By a disciple who loved the message more than the man

    And who knew that humans don't trust humans

    We trust gods

    And so this all too human friend of his would have to

    Whether he wanted to or not

    Become a god

    Or be forgotten


    And here I am, trying to be the best version of me that I can

    Comparing myself to these silhouettes who

    In the way they're presented at least

    Didn't exist

    Thinking that because I don't have a narrative

    Because you couldn't project my story on the screen

    That somehow makes me less real

    And the thing is

    I don't think I'm accepting that

    I think i'm trying to turn myself into a story

    To see myself as I see them

    As only a silhouette

    Show More Show Less
    38 mins
  • S2E5: Get Ranked, Bozos
    Jul 15 2024

    On Episode 5, we record an episode in the same room for the FIRST TIME EVER. Come listen to us reminisce about the tour with PapaBug and rank all our favorite moments (Bug even reveals his favorite fan!!). Oh, and we write some songs, too!

    Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us! Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠ -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

    -----------------

    Challenge: "Get Ranked"

    -----------------

    BUG'S SONG

    Title: First and Second

    Lyrics:

    I wanna tell all my friends about you

    to tell my mom, who will tell my dad

    to find the best damn parts about this

    and celebrate the things I have... but I can't


    When I was kid at the dinner table

    my parents would make us make a thankful list

    the top 3 things about our day

    and I was always just the worst at this


    Some days it was simple but most days it was difficult

    my disposition leaned a bit more pessimist than typical


    its hard to get excited, like if life finds out I like it

    I will lose it, yeah its stupid and its superstitious


    So when you ask me the top 3 things

    I love about this, I still freeze up

    I probably look like a well-fed snake

    as I choke so hard on that softball toss


    I should just say "hell with it", maybe just embellish it

    "your laugh, your eyes, your smile" but I know I'm barely sellin it


    its hard to get excited, if life finds out I like it

    I will lose it, yeah its stupid, I just wanna


    tell all my friends about you

    to tell my mom, who will tell my dad

    to find the best damn parts about this

    and celebrate the things I have... but I can't


    Why am I like this?

    Why can't I admit everything's going well

    Why do I hide it?

    Hide all my joy in this bone-colored shell

    So I thought and I thought of my top 3 but its something I just couldn't do

    so here's my top 2...


    I'm tellin all my friends about you

    I told my mom (who told my dad)

    So here's the top 2 parts about this love

    they're the first and second half


    I'm tellin all my friends about you

    you told your mom I'm not thar bad

    So here's the top 2 parts about this love

    they're the first and second half


    the top 2 parts about this love

    is the first and second, the first and second half

    -----------------

    MATT'S SONG

    Title: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

    Lyrics:

    I listed all my flaws in order
    Starting from the least of them
    The ones you might not even notice
    Bedbugs scattering for cover when
    the light goes on i just react,
    it isn't evidence of sentience or anything like that

    miseryguts
    shut up inside my castle
    overweight and
    undersentimental
    manic phases, chronic depression
    what a shame that no one will ever...

    I listed all my flaws in order
    So you'd know what to expect
    The ones that chafe your soul
    Until the day your perfect patience starts to crack
    i am a rock
    i am an island
    i'm the great pacific garbage patch

    forget about
    forgetting your birthday
    i won't remember your first name
    constantly expecting the worst
    so i can say that i saw it coming

    miseryguts
    shut up inside my castle
    overweight and
    undersentimental
    manic phases, chronic depression
    what a shame that no one will miss him

    Show More Show Less
    43 mins
  • S2E4: Sticky Mitts
    Jul 1 2024
    On Episode 4, we get some Bug lore and catchup with our friend Spence Hood. This award-revoking episode covers the full spectrum -- from cowboy to vampire Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us! Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠ -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW -- ----------------- Challenge: "Your Nobel Prize has been revoked because..." ----------------- BUG'S SONG Title: Dynamite Lyrics: There's gold in them there hills, get your shovels and dig! we're sittin on a jackpot that'll make us all rich if we just stick to our lot and never give up our spot we can give our kids lives not a one of us got Pack it once, check it twice, pack it in, pack it tight light the fuse, time to move, hit the BOOM... dynamite But boys we got company... they only come out at night leave no trace on the dead but a couple of bites there's no telling where they came from, or got here or why and now they're swarming the hills but they were never invited and our mines are getting drained while we sleep in our tents if we send out a scout we never see 'em again they won't duel us at noon or try to fight us like men but they don't like the sun, so we'll bring it to them [Chorus] Ah, well I'll be damned, looks like we found a weak spot, guys I guess their fangs don't work when their brains get fried I might've guessed that fact, now they're the ones surprised as we scatter the bats before the sun can rise But they ain't dead yet, I guess technically they're undead yes but you get what I'm settin: there's a few left yet and our side is still dwindlin', we've too lost friends some of the best damn cowboys you'd ever met I've got one last stick that I've yet to light i gotta bait the rest out, hit the timing just right cause our guns don't work, devil knows we've tried here they come, here's my shot here's your nobel prize ----------------- MATT'S SONG Title: Peek at the Ending Lyrics: so listen we've been talking this machine that you've been building's got a problem that we couldn't foresee i guess we all sometimes get blinded by the miracles of science, but we should have looked before we leaped we're not saying you're not gifted, or that you didn't deserve it, this award that's sitting on your desk but it's bad for the brand to be attached to man who found a way to predict everyone's death what do you mean i'll hydroplane on the highway skid and careen into a toyota camry why would you say that when i'm trying to help you that's pretty fucked up man i don't know what to tell you would you wanna know how you're gonna goooooo if you like to peek at the ending way before time let me recommend my machine it's still in beta and the patent is pending check the whiteboard, cause i've been workshopping a name DEATH THING you know what, no wrong answers hello sir are you the creator of the thingamabob that everybody's talking about you know the whatchamacallit, the thing that fits in your pocket, THE DEATHALISER why are you writing that down it seems like the readings that it's reeling out are really not quite as accurate as you make them sound everyone in the city got the same exact reading and now everybody's trying to leave town what do you mean evaporate in a bomb blast become a shadow and a pile of pure are why would it say that, i'm trying to help you that's pretty fucked up man i don't know what to tell you would you wanna know how you're gonna goooooo [Chorus] DOOM KNOWER DEMISE DEVICE THE FATE MATRIX listen i'd love to hire a marketing team to do this but i've lost like all my funding recently
    Show More Show Less
    36 mins
  • S2E3: What's Your Jam, Amoeba?
    Jun 17 2024

    It's Episode Three! We chat food (and pizza knives) with Jesse Gallaway and write two not-in-a-lifetime song demos!


    Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like downloadable files for this episode (and the demos we showed off), ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us! Our Music: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

    ⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠ and follow us on Instagram, YouTube, etc! Please share the show (and our music) with friends! -- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW -- -----------------

    Challenge: Not in this lifetime

    ----------------- BUG'S SONG Title: Crickets and Silence Lyrics:

    I'm just a little guy, a little wooden guy a little puppet I know you know, you know how this story goes I was a little guy, a little wooden guy but I'm a real boy now and I am finding out that nothing could prepare me. I'm like Peter Parker's Pediatrician (in over my head and I admit it) with human flesh and skin and all the mess that comes with it I was young and dumb and now I'm stuck Dad, can you come pick me up?? I'm just a little guy, a little human guy applying bandages to manage, so damn easy to damage it that little wooden guy, that tough skinned kid could take a hit and keep running, this fragile man I'm becoming misses his 80-grit blanklet and the ocean right outside of my bedroom and making choices just to see where they led to but now adventures are a threat to every moment I get I look around for guidance, our bravest days behind us we'll never be so bold again, with mortal bones and fragile skin no I didn't expect to find this, it's like Willy Wonka's Wine Cellar yeah, I guess I should've known better should've known that growing up is forever but we can't go back I look around for guidance, our bravest days behind us we'll never be so bold again, with mortal bones and fragile skin I look around for guidance, but all I hear is crickets and silence

    ----------------- MATT'S SONG Title: The Nature of Forms Lyrics:

    When the space between the spaces starts to strain When the puzzle pieces bend and don't quite fit in the same way When the molecules that make us lose their charge and break apart under the weight When the North star doesn't point north anymore When the constellations drift and leave us stranded on the shore When the suns have all gone supernova, freeze and then retreat into their cores If there is an after that comes after the before If after all of everything there's just a little something more And after all our time together we're both still on board What if plato had a point about ideals If the nature of a form is born in an elysian field And the parts of us that we call i could maybe one day recollide somewhere Then I will find you where ananke wound the spool At the source of all the rivers, at the end of all the worlds In the wreckage of the species, I will question every beast residing there If there is an after that comes after the before If there's some truth to all the stories I have mocked and sneered and scorned And after all our time together on this earth we're both still on board

    Show More Show Less
    39 mins