

A song about everyone's favourite serial killer, that lovable rogue, Ted Kaczynski, a.k.a. The Unabomber. He died in June, so he was on the news and thus became the topic of a song. I have to write them about something...

One of the interesting things I struggled with in this song was in attempting what you'd think was a relatively straight forward "third above" harmony in the chorus. I simply couldn't do it. Can do it in practice, no problems at all, soon as I tried to record it I just couldn't get it right - there must be some key things going on in there which make it more difficult than I expected. So I did something else instead.

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Mix 1
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Amendment as per post below...
Mix 2
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Further minor tweaks as per below...
Mix 3
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Lyrics
Young boy, Chi boy, early life in Evergreen
Way smart, so smart, what do you want to be?
Briefcase, head case, Harvard destiny
Way smart, so smart, what do you want to be?
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to run you down
Before you can decide on your next boom town
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to crack the code
Your brother turns you in before you can explode again
Strange man, odd man, in the neighbourhood
Turn the world back, if you only could
Airline, land mine, surname of Wood
Turn the world back, if you only could
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to run you down
Before you can decide on your next boom town
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to crack the code
Your brother turns you in before you can explode again
What was going on in your head, twisted mister, Mister Ted?
What was going on deep inside? Never doubting, always sure, so clear eyed
Brain man, sane man, see you at the trial
Christlike? Childlike is more your style
Unmourned, unborn, was it all worthwhile?
Christlike? Childlike is more your style
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to run you down
Before you can decide on your next boom town
The clock is tick, tick, ticking, to crack the code
Your brother turns you in before you can explode again
The clock is tick, tick, ticking
The clock is tick, tick, ticking
The clock is tick, tick, ticking
To run you down