Bohacz & Frenz Bohacz & Frenz

"You can't see him. He's transparent
Ether breathing, so clandestine
Anti-techno designation Elmer 40.
Mother was a test tube baby
Father one genetic maybe
Anti-techno designation Elmer 40.
Burn computers. Eat their programs.
Fold and spindle. Mutilate!
Anti-techno designation Elmer 40.

All my brothers like myself
Filed in bottles on the shelf.
No ambition, no desire,
Danger to my mental health.
Synchronus genetic copies
Born in vats of DNA.
Rise now rabble robot rousers
We know Elmer is the way!
Doppelgänger image repeat
Rewrite program. Hit erase.
Anti-techno father 40
Fell from science fiction grace.

Listen brothers! Hear my say!
No more nightmare yesterdays!
Use the techno facsist magic
To reform our former ways.
Death to ditto death and torture.
Forty El will now replace
Test tube turn ons, Xerox zombies, mutant mimeos.
Erase the tapes!
Stop the cloning! We're now masters,
No more carbon copy bastards.
Anti-techno father 40 leads us on to greener pastures."

Michael Wayne Davis wrote this song. I sang lead and multitracked instruments that I recorded with my Tascam M-208 mixer and my Tascam 38 1/2" 8-track reel-to-reel tape recorder.

Here's an earlier version of this song: https://on.soundcloud.com/sihGDziVp8cMYQEt7.

A version of this tune eventually ended up in my CD "Mostly Acoustic" available here: www.amazon.com/Mostly-Acoustic-M…cz/dp/B00G2O466M/.

Here's a link to an early rehearsal of this song: https://on.soundcloud.com/PTErPExG5FgERuP99.

The twin Nordstrom brothers Michael and James plus myself gathered in a School of the Art Institute of Chicago (SAIC) stairwell to perform this song. Mike reminds me we probably recorded this in 1983.

Mike Davis wrote this and sang backing vocal. I helped with a few lyrics and sang lead. If memory serves, we recorded the song at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago's (SAIC) Sound Department. We used their synthesizer, drum machine, recording equipment. Mike also had his own synth, I think.

Melania X sings this song that Trish and I wrote, with a little help from our A.I. friends.

"(Verse 1)
Oh, they got their red hats on tight,
Waving flags in the morning light,

Talking 'bout walls, oh what a sight,
Oh, Trump junkies, ain't they bright?

(Pre-Chorus)
Gold-plated dreams in a plastic town,
Cheering loud while the ship goes down,

They follow tweets like it's sacred ground,

Oh, Trump junkies, ain't you proud?

(Chorus)
Trump junkies, living in a bubble,

Never met a fact that they couldn’t muddle,

Dancing to the tune of their own rubble,

Trump junkies, oh the trouble!

(Verse 2)
Spreading fake news, left and right,

Every truth, they’ll try to fight,
Echo chambers every night,

Oh, Trump junkies, what a sight!

(Bridge)
KKK and forced migration,
Building camps, concentration.

Femicide, no more choice

Theocracy will kill our voice,
Trump junkies, do your dance!
Scream and yell your racist rants.

(Breakdown)
Anti-trans and burning books,

Ignor-ance, guns and crooks,

QAnon says Satan’s near.
Filling minds with nut-job fear.

(Outro)
Worshipping a fascist clown
Vote for what will bring them down.

Trump junkies, take a dive,

Only help the rich to thrive.
Trump junkies, Trump junkies,

Oh, the trouble, oh, the trouble..."

Patlee Kelley sings this song that Trish and I wrote, with a little help from our A.I. friends.

"(Verse 1)
Oh, they got their red hats on tight,

Waving flags in the morning light,
Talking 'bout walls, oh what a sight,
Oh, Trump junkies, ain't they bright?

(Pre-Chorus)
Gold-plated dreams in a plastic town,
Cheering loud while the ship goes down,

They follow tweets like it's sacred ground,

Oh, Trump junkies, ain't you proud?

(Chorus)
Trump junkies, living in a bubble,
Never met a fact that they couldn’t muddle,
Dancing to the tune of their own rubble,

Trump junkies, oh the trouble!

(Verse 2)
Spreading fake news, left and right,

Every truth, they’ll try to fight,

Echo chambers every night,

Oh, Trump junkies, what a sight!

(Bridge)
KKK and forced migration,
Building camps, concentration.
Femicide, no more choice!
Theocracy will kill our voice,

Trump junkies, do your dance!
Scream and yell your racist rants.

(Breakdown)
Anti-trans and burning books,

Ignor-ance, guns and crooks,
QAnon says Satan’s near.
Filling minds with nut-job fear.

(Outro)
Worshipping a fascist clown!
Vote for what will bring them down.
Trump junkies, take a dive,

Only help the rich to thrive.
Trump junkies, Trump junkies,
Oh, the trouble, oh, the trouble..."

This second version of "Nucleus" adds a Fender Stratocaster to the mix. I created the basic tracks at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago's (SAIC) Sound Department. I used their synthesizer, drum machine, recording equipment.

Here's where you can hear the first version: https://on.soundcloud.com/SRHQfH92raPrQbyVA.

Here's where you can hear the third version: https://on.soundcloud.com/ghECNr9wXj2fHY3p6.