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Y'all ready for some crunchy bluegrass???
I quote Elaine Walker, Neil Haverstick, and Jack Tickner in this song through various methods.
The octave-equivalent decatonic scale used is:
1/1, 273/256, 8/7, 26/21, 21/16, 91/64, 32/21, 13/8, 7/4, 13/7, 7/4, 13/7, 2/1.
It's very much like 10-edo, with some tweaking to get perfect fifths and harmonic sevenths (10-edo already nails 13/8 pretty well). Jack Tickner came up with it in 2018.
Lyrics and Music by Stephen Weigel
Doctor will you please get this stick out of my ass
But first get the stick out of your eye
Your sense of I that is other from me
Why with cents and dollars from the tree
As the leaves for work and wind blows,
I just want to be better and free
Outside this cubicle’s a bluegrass piano,
Dying for hands on its keys
This problem is the only
Reason that I lack fame
Don’t care which it is
I’ll give it all the blame
Finally got my legs
Behold, and nobody cares
They are rightly too busy
Getting’ peachy in their pairs.
Doctor will you please get this stick out of my ass, holy
Water rubbed upon it don’t work
First get stick man’s laws out of your eyes
The pow’r of future sight, it ain’t right
As the leaves in spring and fall down,
The Bible’s eviler fruit copies me
Grass is greener on the garden’s piano,
Living for hands on deck
The ship has sailed; I had my chance
To get the boring job I need
Now’ts too late, but I’ve still got to dance
To the rhythm of a spider’s hide and seek
This problem is the only
Reason I lack fame
Don’t care which it is
I’ll give it all the blame
I finally have my legs
And nobody cares
They’re rightly too busy
Picking peaches and pears.
You really got me,
You really got me,
You really got me goin' now,
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy...
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