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The counterpart to "In my Dream / Gem's Song" this is "The Workers of Myton Wyke / Geoff's Song" finally in a completed state, or as completed as it will likely ever be.
Myton Wyke is a city long forgotten by all but those who live there. Once at the forefront of the industrial revolution the machines kept working, the city kept growing but it wasn't enough. Beyond World War II, with production rapidly outpaced by newer and faster techniques in the outside world, development of the city slowly came to a halt. Still the machines kept on working, and so did the fleshbags who operated them, melded together as one. Sometimes, amongst the crashing of the steam hammers and the wailing sirens, the music of machines, a mournful and distant voice can be heard, a cry of lost ambition and crushed dreams, slow and droning. Nobody can make out the words and yet, everyone seems to know them, the same way it always was and seemingly the same way it will always be. The legends say, and nobody is quite sure, that they are the voices of long dead workers, returning for yet another shift, singing in time with the many poorly maintained Victorian machines which claimed their soul, the metal, oil and gears in turn finding their own voice, a desperate whine as they slowly grind along, oozing oil and steam, as though itself bleeding to death for a purpose nobody can quite remember any more.
Briefly, Geoff stares at the clock as he picks up his toolbag, wondering how this will end, how long it will be. As his break begins, his back aching, his throat sore and his eyes stinging, he considers running. The idea quickly ceases to be as he almost thinks he can hear Gemma playing a song in the distance, perhaps even a whisper of her voice. His thoughts turn to her, all alone at home, she can't make it alone in this city, it's worth every second to see her smile, no matter how long it takes. As the loudspeaker calls and the "tin men" at the nuclear plant march along the walkway, he grits his teeth and rejoins the workforce with a new determination, it's only another day. Just another day, it will soon be over and they will be one step closer to leaving this awful city once and for all. Even then, the celebration will be brief, because for now, he will only have to return again tomorrow.
Myton Wyke is the fictional city in which my book takes place, a book which has yet to be finished. This song is essentially that city if it existed as music. Produced primarily with a Casio CZ-1 and CZ-5000, Akai S3200 for drums, Yamaha MU90R for Piano. Controlled by Cakewalk Pro Audio 9 on a Pentium II 450MHz running Microsoft Windows 98 Second Edition.
- Genre
- Industrial