Format:

Impulse Tracker 2.15 IT 2.14

Size:

409650 bytes

BPM:

100

Speed:

6

Channels:

10

Song Length:

27

Samples:

35

Instruments:

12

Patterns:

25

Tracks:

1

Track length:

250

SHA1:

b4ed4a84ad793c1794f4253a8efbc604c5978dec

MD5:

6099f9fc7149ae5fd6d542fde2cf7db7

............................................... .  .   .

   T  r  i  u  m  p  h     o  f     t  h  e     A  n  t     K  i  n  g

   p  r  e  s  e  n  t  e  d     b  y

   M  i  k  P  o  s     o  f     M  A  R  T  Y  R

............................................... .  .   .

   a little melancholy buzz filled my ears
      as i stared at the royalty in the back of my eyes.
   it was a wonder;
   a painfully obvious wonder;
      the idea was an Ant King.

   the workers huddled
      and they stepped on my feet:  no respect.
         inside my head i stared at the royalty in the back of my eyes.

   not one body's length ahead of me sat the king but instead i chose to
      stare at the royalty in the back of my eyes.
      she radiated a searing heat and a blinding light but i stared on;
      my eyes were closed.

   she was the true rule, in front of me, as real as my feet which were 
                                                          being stepped on
   she was inside my eyes.
      i stared at her, she who sat in the back of my eyes, she who ruled.

   i opened my eyes and
      i stared at him, he who held the sceptre, he who had a wonder, an
                                                                      idea

   lapse in memory.

   the room filled with red.
   the green, the nature was covered with the red.
   he, who held the sceptre, who called himself the Ant King, stood on the
                                                                red carpet

   hallucinations.

   a green A flung from his forehead.
   yes, i'm sure it was green.
   don't the other see it?
   the green A, now encircled by a blinding green light, now beckons me.

   shouting.  chaos.

   the blood has drained.  i see no more red.
   the queen stands;
   an axe raises above my head.

   she may not look green, but she is.

................................................ .  .   .

 i think the martyr page's at www.plazma.net/martyr now...  phear.  i know
 i haven't written in a long time, but i got caught up with being suck and
 doing nothing...  hmmm...  anyway, uhhh...  hi...  hmmm the nice thing
 about impulse tracker is there's really no limit as to how much i can
 ramble on...  if you're bored already, just skip down to the next divider
 thing where there should be some more relevant stuff...  anyway...  i'm
 taking comp sci 30 now in high school with pascal...  ewww pascal really
 blows goats...  not to mention the editor...  hahahah never heard of
 fucking normal tab stops...  dumbass borland...  hhahahahahha...  ahhaha
 ehhe...  hhAHEhAEHhAEHhAEH...  what a bunch of dumbasses...  i should
 probably be going to bed soon...  or rather reading some lame dean koontz
 book for english...  heh what a crock english is, eh?  and i have to take
 it for a year in uni too ugh...  what a bunch of dumbasses...  heh...
 which brings me to wonder why i have a microsoft disk sitting on my desk
 or well...  i guess it's not MY desk...  i mean i didn't pay for it or
 anything...  hmmm where's a chick when you need one...  dumbass chicks...
 hmmmm...  hmmmmm...  well not really dumbasses...  actually the fact
 there aren't any around here probably shows some sign of intelligence...
 hmmm maybe i'm the dumbass...  heheh...  heh don't i feel dumb now...
 remember you can skip down to the next divider any time...  really...
 btw this text looks best in a sort of a bright white/cyan/green/blue/cyan
 sort of mix...  well a little whiter than that...  actually it would
 probably look better in a different colour, but i don't think that would
 provoke the mood i'm going for here...  this text really requires a sort
 of bright cyan/green to go along with this rambling...  in fact those
 dumbasses who skipped to the next divider are probably using like red
 text or something -- that's why they got bored...  heh dumbasses... 
 can't even pick colours right...  oh and i hope you pressed enter, cos
 those little P things that mark the end of a line really add to the
 affect...  well except in the poem...  i don't think i could stand that
 poem with a whole bunch of little P things distracting me...  just goes
 to show you how many different ways there are to look at a single piece
 of writing...  you know i've probably listened to this song about 8 times
 not while i'm writing this...  i usually do that so the song inspires me
 to write the poem about something relevant...  you know why should the
 song be about inflation and world famine and the poem's about physical
 laws and how they apply to gender personalities...  just doesn't make
 sense...  ya you know what i'm talking about...  and of course impulse
 tracker can't put in a clock...  ohhh no jeff just decides i have a watch
 or something...  or maybe a clock close by...  there is the vcr clock
 but i'd have to get up to see it...  *yawn* okay on to relevant stuff...

 p.s.  i didn't really yawn i just wanted to end my ramblings ;>... 
 anyway enjoy the song

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 feedback:
    internet e-mail: burrellm@geocities.com
    www html page  : www.geocities.com/SoHo/9036
    telephone      : 1-800-546-7777
 author and other uninteresting shit (don't confuse this with rambling):
    (C) Copyright 1997 Mike Burrell
    MikPos of MARTYR
    3m50s

.t.h.e...e.n.d................................ .  .   .

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• http://ftp.modland.com/pub/modules/Impulsetracker/MikPos/triumph of the ant king.it
• https://modarchive.org/index.php?request=view_by_moduleid&query=156919

1. lead.chip
2. synth.lead
3. lead.eerie [necr0s]
4. perc.woodblok [gus]
5. perc.clap [gus patch]
6. perc.tom
7. perc.cabasa
8. perc.hi hat
9. piano
10. bell
11. cymbal.backwards [glitch]
12. perc.crash [glitch]