S4: Retrospective

The Wiki'd Witch has retired. Season 4 closes with a look back at the audience rankings and questions, as well as a little surprise at the end!Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode.⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠

Oh That? That's Episode 10 of szn 4 of Jam Mechanics, Baby. We finish out the season by defying all expectations and proving our worst enemies wrongOUR SZN 4 FEEDBACK FORMJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!Please rate / review and share the show (and our music) with friends!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: The StormPrompt Page: Jester --> Punch and Judy --> The DevilLyrics:I ain't scared of The DevilI don't believe in Bad LuckThey tried their best to convince mebut the grift never stuckBecause the Devil's just ThunderWhen you hear it you hideits just the sound it makesThe Danger outsideGo to bed, go to bed, little darling rest your headyou are safe from the storm while you sleepThe crashes you hear, so far off, nowhere nearcannot hurt you when you sit with meWhen I was young, just a kid, my own mother told me thisthat storms were the gods in a fightI imagined the battle, the roar and the rattle,was the lord keeping watching in the nightSo I ain't scared of The DevilI don't believe in tall talesShe tried her best to convince methat's where everyone failsBecause the Devil's just ThunderWhen you hear it you hideits just the sound it makesThe Danger outsideSo go to bed, go to bed, little darling rest your headits not God who keeps watch over usIts the roof that we built, its your pillows and quiltthat your mother and I put our trustwe're cursed by a god with illusion of choicewhen survival depends on the one to destroyand we're judged as a sinner as if we could stop butI will put you in the crib before I put you in the coffinso I ain't scared of The DevilI don't believe he existsBut someone had to invent himand I am damn scared of themSo don't go out in The Storm, loveNot because of the noiseThe thunder is harmlessIt's only the voiceSo don't go out in The Storm, loveNot because of the noiseThe thunder is harmlessThe Devil's their voice---- Matt's Song -----Title: The Vulgar TonguePrompt Page: June Gloom --> Colloquialism --> SlangLyrics:they hear us coming but they don't know where we're coming fromthey see us perching at the edge of the townwe talk in circles and we gabble in tonguesand we crow like the birdson the slope of the churchpicking eyes out of fresh cadaverswe're c c coming we're c c coming ohwe are the very dregs, that leaked onto your kitchen floor from a hole at the bottom of the barrelwe are the nameless things that sing you to a restless sleep crouching at the outside of your windowwe are the urges you can't purge, the easy lies you tell, the flies that gather in the eyes of cattlewe are the thoughts you bat away you can't ignore, like the rotten tooth you tongue and dig around in when you're boredand we're coming(we're c c coming oh we're c c comin oh)solothey hear us coming but they don't know where we're coming fromthey think they're safe if they plug up their earsbut there's a backdoor to every heartand we knock just to check if it could take a kickand we paint a red cross on the timberwe're c c coming we're c c coming ohyou are the favourite children, lauded above all, the shining sceptre at the centre of creationyou are a princess, just a grotesque mess of senses, you're an empty car just begging to be drivencan you imagine what's like to be the bedrock of the world, to realise your purpose is just to be stepped onwell you know what, don't you worry bout it child - you hear that knock? soon you won't have to imaginewe're coming

Episode 9 won't disappoint you like a Big Boy Yoda. We talk brushes with fame and our biggest bombs before both writing bangersJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ----Bug's Song--Title: Just BecausePrompt Page: San Diego Comic-con --> San Diego Pride --> June GloomLyrics: There's no funeral, there's no weddingit's just a random weekend in Februarybut the gang's all here and ready to hang outThis ain't sick leave, this ain't work-from-homethis is pure shit, uncut PTO3 full days, no chores, no plans somehowThe kids grew up and all moved out but everyone's back in town...Just Because! We put it on the CalendarJust Because! we liked the way it sounds and we'rejust some buds travellin to hang around Just Because...And just because is as good as any reasonBecause Just Because just makes it easyJust believe it does, Just BecauseIt's not a diet, or a lifestyleits just a little unexpected but I thought I'd try itmy friends are looking at me like they're shockedIt's not a burger, it's not nuggiesIt's not either of the two foods you'd expect of meIts a brand new side of the menu that I've unlockedThe kid's grown up his palette, I have just ordered a salad...Just Because! I'm monchin' on a salad hereJust Because! I liked the way it sounds and we'reJust some buds taken on the salad bar Just BecauseAnd just because is as good as any reasonBecause Just Because just makes it easyJust believe it does, Just BecauseI can tell ya something if ya say I never told yaThe secret is the vinegar, your ears are baking sodaI need to keep it quiet if you lean a little closerThe only thing that's keepin ya from doin' what you're doin'is often not enough to stop ya if you wanna do itIt doesn't take much to get the motivated movin'you may have thought you hit your limitbut here's two words to fix it:Just Because! we're having such a better yearJust Because! we liked the way it sounds and we'rejust some buds finding out the power of Just Because---- Matt's Song -----Title: Criss-Cross ApplesaucePrompt Page: Rube Goldberg-> Boob McNutt -> Jester (via Buffoonish)Lyrics:you might be guided by the cardsor the full moon's gravitypick a path by plotting starsor the patterns in the leavesadd up numbers in the bibletil you land on sum you likeif you're really having troubleask your friends for some advicefeed a universe of datato a planet-sized machinemaybe god will call back laterwithin 7 working weeksbaby throw yourself at anythingat anyone at allto get the sense that this direction you are stumbling in's the one that leads you homebut if the cards are shuffled badlyand the moon pulls only tidesand the leaves clump all togetherand the stars slip out of lineand the bible's numbers add up to42069and your friends suggestions get you guessing they're out of their mindsif the algorithm feeds you only ads and right wing newsif god's call center's automatedand no one puts you throughbaby throw yourself a partyinvite everyone you knowsit beside them criss-cross applesauce, this chaos is the closest thing to homegrab yourself a cushion make yourself as comfortableas the uncarpeted kitchen floor allowsfriends, i love you endlessly but you would never knowcause I never say that sort of thing out loudabove us see the sky fissures and rends itself apartwhile beneath us magma boils at the coreand in between this room of us, the circle will break only oncethe last of us has fallen to the sword

What up Girl! We both come back from our holiday break with EXCELLENT stories from home and no, we won't apologize.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!Please rate / review and share the show (and our music) with friends!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: Oops!Prompt Page: Robotic Surgery --> Waldo (short story) --> Rube GoldbergLyrics:Oops, I'm sorry, my fault, my badyikes, I screwed up, whoops, I flubbed thaton your left, no right, frick! dammitI get those mixed up by habitFranz Ferdinand, shot in the headBasic ass duke reppin' simple cause and effectI'm like if Dr Frankenstein and Rueben Goldberg ever metkilled by my creation but with 20 extra stepsOops, I'm sorry, my fault, my badyikes, I screwed up, whoops, I flubbed thaton your left, no right, frick! dammitI get those mixed up by habitSomeday I'll get out of my waySomeday I'll get out of my waySometimes the glass is half full but it was empty when you left itsometimes your mom's boyfriend's dentures are at the bottom of your beverageand when a pessimist would spit it up and curse his rotten luckthe desperate would suck it up and plug his nose and chugOops, I'm sorry, my fault, my oopsyikes, I oops up, whoops, I flubbed thaton your left, oops right, frick! dammitI get those mixed up by habitSomeday I'll get out of my waySomeday I'll get out of my wayAnother Domino! fallin while you're walking awayAnother Domino! falls and you just call it a gameAnother Domino! Falls and it was never the sameAnother Domino! Falls And you're absolved of the blameOops, I'm sorry, oops my oops my badoops you, I screwed oops, whoops, I oopson your left oops, no oops, I...I get those mixed up!I said: Oops, I'm oops my fault my bad, my oopsyikes screwed up oops I flubbed thaton your oops, whoops oops, frick, dammitI get oops oops oops oops dammitSomeday I'll get out of my waySomeday I'll get out of my waySomeday I'll get out of my own way (oops)---- Matt's Song -----Title: JMCCPrompt Page: Happy Days -> George Lucas -> San Diego Comic-conLyrics:let's go to jam mechanic comic conlet's go to jam mechanic comic conmeet me in gary IndianaBring the hydra and alpacalet's go to jam mechanic comic con it's where we belongYou'll see cowboys and vampiresSocialist mayorsBoard games, puppets and smoke detectorsA liberal kitty and a family dogGetting their shit rocked by ichard noirAND IF YOU GET HUNGRY WE'VE GOT YOU COVEREDAn army of dead dads eating popcornI think curdled milkteeth is what happened to johnCthulhu stuffing his mouth with some ballsShimmy to the left cause captain stanley's got a gunLET'S GO TO JAM MECHANIC COMIC CON...AND AFTER DARKKKKAmelia earhart's doing white linesWith a guy in the corner looks a little like a lionAgamemnon's laying pipe but he's just warming upHere's you at a party with my uncle in a headlockAn angel and a devil are making out hardOdin's in the garbage patch getting pardonedSomeone's fur prince got stuck in cementThe angel and the devil are making out againLET'S GO TO JAM MECHANIC COMIC CONoh and wikipede is also here

They Jam now? They Jam now! Listen to find out who gets got (Hint: It's not Jason). We talk Batman vs Darth Vader and confidently make up facts about robotsJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!Please rate / review and share the show (and our music) with friends!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: High NotePrompt Page: Anachronism -> Retcon -> Happy Days #Chuck Cunningham SyndromeLyrics:Going out on a high note, callin' it quitsdon't wait for the moment we wish that we didthey'll be sad that its over (but glad it exists)don't get caught hanging on when the alternative isSomeone come get your boy wayne gretzkyhis grasp on fractions is at best a bit sketchyyou miss 100% of the shots you don't take?Can I see your calculator, Wayne?if you don't shoot you can't miss, can't mess uplet them think you're the best of what you've donenot what you'll do when you've got nothing left to provejust quit while you're ahead[Chorus]Maybe we should've cut the mics at the first standing ovationshould've packed away our picnics before the end of the paradecuz when you watch it peter out and now the band has long since passedthe confetti on the ground begins to look a lot like trashif the magic's in the middle it means you went a bit too farlets go home at intermission, leave the people wanting moreBut will they notice you're missing? will they notice you're gonewill they send out a search party or convince themselves you're notwill they notice you're missing? will they notice you're gone?everyone reminisces whether you like it or notwhether you're ready or notGoing out on a high note, callin' it quitsdon't wait for the moment we wish that we didthey'll be sad that its over (but glad it exists)don't get caught hanging on when the alternative is---- Matt's Song -----Title: StonesPrompt Page: Immunotherapy -> Organ Transplantation -> Robotic SurgeryLyrics:heycan you hear meI've been waiting for your callthere is nothing on this rock and I am slowly breaking downI don't think youever taught mehow to fix these faulty thingsNow I am rustingI'm erodingI am code upon a screenSomewhere 40 million miles from hereThis planet, barren and lonelyThis body, weathered and dullThis mission barely makes sense to meGuess I'll just check the manualThese arms extending out forwardReaching for something unknownWaving up at a blue dot in the sky Hey guys am I ever coming home?heyis it okayif I miss you,I don't want you to feel like I'm a burdenwhen I call you just to talkI am pulling at my wirestrying to find what makes me tickfigure I might plug the right thing into the right place by mistakeAnd floating in the burnt red airSomewhere 40 million miles from hereThat planet, emerald and sapphireThis body, shiny and newThis mission finally over andI rest in the cold light of the moonThese tracks extending out backwardShow all the places I've goneBut each hill's the same as the last oneHey guys am I ever coming homeThis planet, barren and lonelyThis body, weathered and dullThis mission barely makes sense to meThere must be something I'm missingOne last unoverturned stoneHey guys am I ever coming home?

The world will never be the same after this episode. We're here to talk shop and hawk sauce in the 6th episode of szn 4.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: Flattering!Prompt Page: Poison Ivy -> Allergy -> ImmunotherapyLyrics:I don't begrudge flat-earthers cuz I think that they're crazy or insane its justa pity for their party thats based purely on their lazinesscause there's mountains of evidence that help make it clearthat our planet's a shape and that shape is a sphereand I fear that insisting we've already wonwill prevent us from doing whats yet to be donecause I have a dream and I need you to get with itearth isn't flat and if you, too, are sick of itJoin Us, Help Us, make coins and coasters jealousThe earth isn't flat (yeah, you don't have to tell us)When there's no way, here's our will:we won't die on this hillWe're not Flat Earthers... we're earth-flattenerswe'll get much further than that tin foil hat of yoursWe work all day to achieve the great flatteninga pancake shape is a bit more... Flattering!There's no subscription fees, neither monthly nor annualjust one flat rate and we hand you the manualwe'll start with the mountains 'cause how could we notwhen the low-hanging fruit is the highest of rocksonce we're smooth as a cue ball we'll need to start kneedingthen plan the next steps at the quarterly meetingcause I have a dream and now you're in the thick of itthe earth isn't flat and we're all just plane sick of it[Chorus]We work all day to achieve the great flatteninga pancake shape is a bit more... Flattering!and faith can move mountains but damn, when I'm done with 'emmoles will look down on the ground that's become of themWhen you had a dream and no one understood itto get back at all who have told you you couldn'tJoin us, Help us, we employ the overzealousThe earth isn't flat yet, and damn does that compel ushead to china, grab your chisel and I will meet you in the middlewe're not flat-earthers, we're earth flatteners...I have a dream, but whether its happeningyou all believed, and damn is it... Flattering!---- Matt's Song -----Title: Someone's Gonna Change The WorldPrompt Page: War on Terror -> Misnomer -> AnachronismLyrics:open up the curtains let the darkness inthe emperor expired in his bedand now the power vacuum that was left by himand filling in the air above our headsGunships littering in the skyFuel cells glittering like diamondsAnd all us ordinary folkGathering belowOh oh ohAnd we've got fire in our eyesUp there someone's gonna change the worldBut the world down here's in short supplyWho do you expect us to rise up against?The armies or the admirals or the gods?Might as well suggest we turn the river running through the town back on itselfand flood the mountain topsMainsails blocking out the moonSpent shells falling like a heavy rainAnd all us ordinary folkGathering belowOh oh ohAnd we've got fire in our eyesUp there someone's gonna change the worldBut the world down here's in short supplyAt night I dream like everybody dreamsI wake up I've forgotten what I've seenNo matter who prevails up there aboveThe meat down here still rots, and the air still tastes the sameTomorrow there'll be champagne for the richBut the only thing that trickles down is pissYou could cut the head off every kingThe meat down here still rots, and the air still tastes the same[Chorus]

This is our most unhinged ep 5 yet. We talk superpowers, dark web librarians, and how to recognize when your favorite podcast is incapable of putting out a bad episode.Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Our Discord-- SPOILERS BELOW ----Bug's Song--Title: Richard NoirPrompt: Structural Integrity and Failure -> 9/11 -> The War on TerrorLyrics:The names ichard, like Richard with No RI was 2 minutes from flying the coop whensome little bird wanders in out the rainlooking for helpShe goes on and on about a strange manthat's popped up in her families neighborhoodshe's clearly traveled a long ways for my helpI can tell from her plumage she ain't from 'round hereWhats a rural bird doing so far from homeI ain't got time for bird-house callsI've never been an early bird but even I know that no goodever comes from staying out this lateBut then she drops the crucial detail that stops me in my tracks"he ain't moved in a week"hmm, that is interesting. Anyone who knows anything about manknows that they are fidgety and quick -- always on the moveMaybe its time to see what happens when this unstoppable forcemeets an immovable objectSo me and the little bird fly back to her home in the stickslittle farm just west of cityville and we set up an old-fashioned stake outAnd sure as sunshine, this ain't no wild goose chaseTheres a man towering over the corn fieldHer first instinct is to bury her head in the dirt butI've crapped on enough statues to know that nothing was evergonna get this beast to give chaseThat's a scare crow, ya scared crow.tell your scared folks to be scared no morethis rare foe couldn't hurt a sparrow, ya know?With that I left her in the rain,another mystery solvedShe shouts after me:How can I ever repay you, Richard??I say: It's Ichard, Noir!-- Matt's Song --Title: Poison IvyPrompt: Magia Naturalis -> Poison -> Poison IvyLyrics:So you're walking through the woods in the US of A Got your booty shorts on like you do every dayYou get your bare feet rocking, letting the dogs hang outYou got your shirt off too cause it's 100 degreesBerry picking cause you got a hunger to feedthis is what being free is all aboutYou're kicking through the forest out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivySo you're hiking through Australia to a beauty spotYou ain't wearing nothing but your booty shortsJust you and the sand and the sun on the back of your neckWhen out of the corner of your eyeYou see a little windy cunt, a slithering guyYou can cross his path or you can turn around and head backYou're kicking through the outback out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf the red touches yella, it'll kill a fellaThat's a fackin coral snakeSo you're picking through the wreckage of humanity's hubrisYou've found a stockpile of salt and canned foodFilling your pockets as much as your booty shorts will allowYour saliva glands ache at the sight of this mealWhen up the back of your neck runs a shivering thrillThere is something amiss, a presence malignant and foulSo you're kicking through the deadzone out on your ownIf you remember one thing then remember this poemIf it bleeds black flies, best cover your eyesIf it smells like sulphur, don't let it touch yaIf it burns with cold fire, free your heart from desireThose are lucifer's heraldsBaby it's as easy as 1 2 3My mnemonics got you jogging all your memoriesIf you see three leaves better let it because it's poison ivy

In episode 4 we drop all kinds of ancient knowledge and talk about our least-favorite airportJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: How to Build a HousePrompt Page: Deep Sea Exploration -> Quenching -> Magia NaturalisLyrics:I'm at the grocery store thumpin' every watermelon in the binDunno what I'm listenin' for but I saw my father do it when I was a kidHe never taught me his tricks so its been hardcause guess and check only goes so farAnd now I have a watermelon of my ownSo I'm gonna teach it everything I knowLike how to build a house, how to tie your sneakershow to walk and talk, and when you gettem, how to brush your little teethand when you're wrong, how to say you're sorrybut this list is getting long so we can start it in the morningwhen you're old enough to know it, your dad'll show you howI'll teach you everything you need to knowHow to Build A HouseBut I dunno how to build a house but I can teach yawhen ya need to lean on people and just ask someone for helpthe best lesson, while you're malleable, is teaching you how valuableit is to say: "I don't have to do everything myself"Because the ancient books of wisdom we're full of men who didn't listenbut they claimed to know how everything workedthey'd say the roof bones connected to the wall bones connectedto the floor bones connected to the Earth, and that's[Chorus]Cause you don't know shit kid!But I can help ya with itWe should start with shapes and colors, how to recognize your motherbut I'm waiting and impatient and I really wanna skip toHow to Grow a GardenI got some seeds to get you startedWe can grow some watermelons, teach each other how to tell whenthey are ready or be patient when they're still a bit too hard, andI can't build a house, unless it is for birdsBut I can try to build a home and get you ready for the worldAnd when you are, I hope you'll do it tooBecause you wanna be like me and that is something I would doWhen you're old enough to do it, you're gonna show 'em howTeach 'em what I did and didn't knowHow to Build a House---- Matt's Song -----Title: Four Stop SignsPrompt Page: Whippits -> Biomaterial -> Structural Integrity and FailureLyrics:there's a tree growing out of the gutterin the house across from herethere are cracks in the brick of the big smoke stacks at the ironworks museumthere are bodies in this building's foundations, prophets sick with weather painspress your ear to the doors or the hardwood floors that swell up when it rainsYou are living in the arhythmical heart of the empireAnd it's four stop signs at each intersectionAnd it's all uphill in every directionHear the groaning of the city, count the rings around its eyesFind out how big animals like this can grow before they dieHarvest ivy from the ceiling, drink the damp right off the wallBecome a vessel for whatever's growing in the laundry pileScrawl your debut novel longhand on the hulls of subway trainsServe single malts and double shots for half minimum wageGet married in the basement, get tetanus for the highGet sexy new infections just before they go worldwideYou are living in the arrhythmical heart of the empireAnd it's four stop signs at each intersectionAnd it's all uphill in every direction Kiss yourself goodnight and sneak outWhen you're fast asleep and don't come backKiss yourself goodnight and sneak out

In Episode 3, we continue on our quest to finish the internet, 2 clicks at a time. We'll be radically honest here: you're going to love both of these songsJam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: Bottle Rocket AstronautPrompt Page: 2 Fast, 2 Furious -> Nitrous oxide -> WhippitsLyrics:I am Burt (the Urban Bird), I've got one wing that doesn't workBut I've built a bottle rocket that'll lift me off the earthshoot for the stars? that ain't me. I would settle for that treebe like everybody else who can get up there easilyIf you try to pin me down I will get up off the groundI am a bottle rocket astronaut and all I wants the same thingeverybody's got already, make it look so easyI've been gracious, I've been patientnatural selection never saw me comin', babyI am Burt (the urban bird), I've got one wing that doesn't workI've got whippets in my nest but if they ask, you never heard thatwanna raid me? they can try -- here's a slice of pumpkin pieall the while I'm expanding to a full-fledged enterpriseSee that goldfish in the birdbath? you get 3 hints to guess who did thatwe put a turtle on a mailbox and hedgehog on a trashcanand we've got funding coming through and big announcements coming soonwe pledge by 2026 we'll put a gopher on the roof[Chorus]I am a bottle rocket astronaut and all I wants the same thingeverybody's got already, make it look so easyI've been gracious, I've been patientand we've got charlie darwin freakin rollin' in his grave, eeey!(Little critters in the sky)(Little critters where they don't belong)I am Burt (the urban bird), keep me down? it doesn't work.---- Matt's Song -----Title: A Mile and ChangePrompt Page: Weather Pains -> NOAA -> Deep Sea Exploration Lyrics:tie a cannonball to a fishing line and toss it overboard let it sink right to the bottom boysand discover how deep it goesand you can swear to the stars with a hand on your heart toeverybody when you get back homethat you touched the bottom of the ocean floorI know you men, I know you wellWhen I look at you, I see myselfThe coaxing waves, that beckon us inWe'd travel to the ends of the earth just to swing our feet over the edgeAnd when I sleep, I hear the callThe howling void, beneath our hullGoes on forever, ha, that's so absurdand we'll know better, by the time the sun sets we'll know for suretie a cannonball to a fishing line and toss it overboard let it sink right to the bottom boysand discover how deep it goesand you can swear to the stars with a hand on your heart toeverybody when you get back homethat you touched the bottom of the ocean floorWe let it drop, for a mile and changeWe didn't talk, as the evening cameAnd we only stopped cause the line ran tightWould have kept on going if we could but we got the sense we could have gone all nightAnd as the morning sun bore down on usAnd the ocean yawned, indifferentIt goes on forever, and I haven't sleptCause I dream of the beasts in the infinite deep and wake in a swearwe tied a cannonball to a fishing line and tossed it overboard let it sink over a mile andand we discovered how deep this goesnow we can swear to the stars with a hand on our heart toeverybody when we get back homethat there isn't any bottom of the ocean floorfloooooooooooooooooooooooooooor

The Jam McAdemy is back in session and we continue our Jorney through Wikipedia. Our research for the songs in this episode is impeccable (trust the experts).Jam Mechanics is a podcast hosted by Matt (The Narcissist Cookbook) and Bug (Bug Hunter) where we are challenged to write a song demo from scratch every episode. If you'd like to download the demos we showed off, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠you can go to our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bandcamp⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ or ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ to pay-what-you-want to support us!Our Music:⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠The Narcissist Cookbook⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Bug Hunter⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and our brand-new discord is here⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠and follow us on ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Instagram⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠YouTube⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠, etc!Please rate / review and share the show (and our music) with friends!-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW ------Bug's Song-----Title: The ExpertPrompt Page: Optical Illusion -> Phantom Limb -> Weather PainsLyrics:I'm coughin' out the ash and smoke to tell you that I told you soVesuvius was bound to blowand I felt it in my joints and bonesI felt it in my joints and bonesThey said "what makes you the expert?"is it luck or something else?Everybody gets hurt when they can't protect themselvesI told you once, I told you twicei said you must take my advicewhat makes me the expert? I was rightabout the earthquakes, I was right about the floodsI saw that ice berg coming but the captain didn't budgeI had sensed the huge tsunami that would wipe us off the mapThe aches across my body, the alerts before collapseYou're running out of time to listenignoring signs and superstitionsWhat makes you the expert?Is it luck or something else?Everybody gets hurt when they can't protect themselvesI told you once, I told you twicei said you must take my advicewhat makes me the expert? I was rightabout the warning signs, the subtle ground that shiftsThe change in your direction, slow as continental driftSo when you told me it was over The Red Cross was standing byWe had tents and foods and doctors, not a single person diedbecause when you are so prepared like me, the ground is always highYour heart is never broken and your feet are always dryIts not signs or superstition, sometimes its just repetitionthat makes you the expert, its not luck, its something elseeverybody gets hurt when they can't predict themselvesI told you once, I told you twicei said you must take my advicewhat makes me the expert? I was right---- Matt's Song -----Title: Shut Up and DrivePrompt Page: 1984 -> Rat Torture -> 2 Fast, 2 FuriousLyrics:okay you guys have clearly got a historyis it just me or are the windows in here getting kinda mistythe vibes are not exactly off but they're not quite where i thought they'd bei've got a funny feeling there is something you're not telling mei don't want to assume, i wouldn't wanna pryand i don't wanna be the thing that comes between both of you guysi can leave, it seems to me there's still some meat left on these bonesyou can chew each other out all you like when you're aloneshut up and driveyou guys have got a lot to saybut you don't wanna talk so guess you gotta play this gamei won't survive another ride with you i think i'd rather diei mean it, manso pull up or shut up and driveokay, let's do a cold open and cut right to the chasei've seen a million married couples with less chemistry than thisthere are devils, demons, incubi whose blood don't run as hotall the great lovers of fiction, they would kill for what you've gotbut throw a punch and not a kiss, if that's what you have to dokeep your passion under wraps and act like everything is coolkeep pissing nitroglycerine, keep burning it for fuelkeep getting in his face like that, i know you like the view