Verse 1:
My creation is imbued with specialized vibrations.
It exudes an unknown radiation.
But I will activate it without any hesi-hesi-hesitation.
The anti-correlation of subatomic particles,
Charted in my articles,
Brings a revelation of telluric fluctuation,
That is leaking from a hidden dimension,
Which I’ll pump into my lab to power my invention, ‘cause,
Chorus:
I’m the Mad Tinker. I’m the Mad Tinker.
I’ve got a cosmic sublimator and a time blinker.
I’m the great thinker, the idea drinker.
I travel through my parallelic universe linker.
Down in my bunker, I’m a think, thank, thunker.
I’m a comet-crashing cowboy, a black-hole spelunker.
I’m the vacuum-tube clinker, the insulation shrinker.
I’m the Mad Tinker. I’m the Mad Tinker.
Verses 2-3:
My shining wires are designed to transmit my desires,
To my high and lofty techno-spires.
Overlooking weird unstable remains of,
Strange (strange),
Whelms, realms vast and ancient domains.
It overwhelms me as I walk the intertextilline plains,
Bio-stabilizer’s on and me it sustains.
Alien threats it restrains,
As they try to stretch the membrane of my,
Sanity,
Of my Humanity.
But I will not be undone by my own vanity.
Because you know I learned a lesson watching Professor Vine,
When he failed to heed the signs and the subtle designs,
But they made so much sense on Planet Brithunganap,
So I wrote them all down and drew a trans-spatial map.
It led me to a warehouse in a nameless ravine,
Now I’ve brought the tech back home to add it to my machine, ‘cause,
Chorus:
I’m the Mad Tinker. I’m the Mad Tinker.
I’ve got a cosmic sublimator and a time blinker.
I’m the great thinker, the idea drinker.
I travel through my parallelic universe linker.
Down in my bunker, I’m a think, thank, thunker.
I’m a comet-crashing cowboy, a black-hole spelunker.
I’m the vacuum-tube clinker, the insulation shrinker.
I’m the Mad Tinker. I’m the Mad Tinker.
Bridge:
Attention Bunker-robot 1, my P.U.L. is ma(lfunc)tioning.
I’m (coming in) cold. Activate techno-spires 1 and 2.
Boson-point coordinates: 541. Boson-half coordinates: 807.3.
Altward momentum unknown. Prepare for arrival.
Activate the machine.
Jotham writes and records all of his own music, whether it's the soaring gospel choir harmonies, the ear-bending synth
solos, or the electric banjo riffs, everything you hear is from Jotham's mind, his mouth, or his fingers. Jotham has an extensive library of instruments and can write songs and tracks for artists, compose soundtracks, jingles, and theme songs. Message him below for more info....more
Irish producer creates a world all his own: ambient synthscapes thick with reverb and canny referents to '80s & '90s VHS ephemera. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2016
Sol Patches explores what happens when a rapper's ego collapses on this inventive album at the nexus of hip-hop and hyperpop. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2023