"Design Major's Blues" genre: Spoken Word
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	A spoken word confession from a true UCLA Design major - partly comedic, partly serious.
	CD: Sally Credits: The Nimoys
	Story Behind the Song I have a strange relationship with my design studio in UCLA. I am always there. I found myself always telling people that I was going to the studio. Eventually, a whole song grew out of it - my release about the politics of my design department. "OKFDMTD" was also about the studio. So was "Escaping Dickson." -Josh Lyrics Sweet polution reflects city lights to the top of sky scrapers Flashing lights of careless Westwood As metermaids make love to their husbands late at night I am driving in my car Colored pictures ride shotgun as I avoid stop signs at 4 am Crisp orange lights of street lamps complementing lit green tree leaves I am waiting for one of two elevators to steal my children away. I am going to the studio to perfect my sense of self I am going to the studio to bring about peace on Earth I am going to the studio to find an answer to my life I am standing and rising and rising. And Synergy says "Come to our meetings, help with activities" And Synergy says "Now's your chance, boy" And Synergy says "A design major Is the bringer of love" You are a design major. Manifest where artists go to escape poverty, Where lazy teenage hackers are transformed into dolphins of digital art Where emotion-filled painters change into ruthless print designing weapons, I critique Xeroxed fliers while eating stolen sandwiches. And she feels as though she will never learn computers, And she feels as though she was no longer attractive, And she feels the need to express herself more now, And she feels as though she has lost something important. From a dream about magic lanterns projecting the first signs of animated pornography, I lift my head to see the new generation of electronic librarian teenyboppers. I lift my head to see Roma King dance across the third dimension With anthropomorphic kitchen utilities And simple shaped toys. I am going to the studio to resolve the trauma of rejection I am going to the studio to put together the remains of my parents I am going to the studio to build shelter for my sensitive hands I am floating, falling, soaring . . . In this quarter of my life, I raise my bar on an interactive immersive environment, in which a perfect 50% gray is achieved using only letterforms, and objective photography in a cross-navigable multimedia web portfolio, projected onto hand made paper whose form follows function.

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