This ended up closing the first CCMixter Collective album. It’s a dark, glitchy piece with lyrics, vocals and cello by Anchor Méjans.

You can hear an instrumental demo of this song here and you can grab the separated loops (no vocals) here.

Lyrics: (by Anchor Méjans)

We’re all here
‘cause we’re not there
Shades of grey
Static nightmare

I see fire but there’s no smoke
The doctor hanging from a rope

I smell smoke but there’s no fire
I tell the truth, I am no liar

Thorazine keeps things clean
I quote Mental-Health Magazine
Straight-jacket keeps things quiet
We don’t need another riot

(interlude: Una Furtiva Lagrima)

But when the staff is all asleep
Down to the rec-room we all creep…
(interlude: unintelligible voices – “don’t hurt me Daddy ‘’)
And play with matches stolen from those
White coat lads who poked such fun…


I see fire but there’s no smoke
The doctor hanging from a rope

I smell smoke but there’s no fire
I tell the truth, I am no liar

(match strike)