Deleted A musing on the the fragility of our digital personas. Don't know how he thinks these things up. Guess that's why I do the music.
All instruments you hear are from the 2026 _DETACH.STY. BiaB places this style in the Country genre, but I think it works well in this not-a-country-song. I've found a lot of fun RealStyle applications by looking in adjacent genres like Country instead of Pop.
Am using some power pop-like structure, but there's not a big repeating chorus, only the "Won't you help me..." line used in three places. So this approach may be a weakness. Also, went for a more dramatic ending than usual. I like the way it turned out, but can see that being open to interpretation as well.
THANKS in advance for any listens and comments!
R.W. Davis: lyrics
Me: music, arrangement, vocals, mix, master
AI: not employed
Style is _DETACH.STY (Detach Spacey Cowboy Funk)
RealTracks in style: 3584:Bass, Electric, NashvilleRadio8thsAB Ev 100
RealTracks in style: 2666:Pedal Steel, Rhythm LushChordsSlow Ev 075
RealTracks in style: 4023:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm ModCountryBalladPower8thsMute Ev16 075
RealTracks in style: 3904:Guitar, Baritone Electric, Rhythm CinematicMystery16ths Ev 085
RealTracks in style: 4954:Guitar, Electric, Rhythm CountryFunkEtherealLow ev16 80
RealTracks in style: 4955:Guitar, Electric, Background CountryFunkEtherealHigh ev16 80
RealDrums in style:AmericanaSlow8thsFred: a: Snare, HiHat b: Snare, Ride
Like a deleted scene out of a movie
She was here and then she was gone
I had an email stuck in my spam folder
But I don’t know who it was from
Like a cut-and-paste paragraph went missing
And nobody knew what it said
It was probably floating out in the breeze
Or around in somebody’s head
Won’t you help me find my wallet
And my brand-new pair of shoes?
They must be around here someplace
I followed all the clues
What have I got to lose?
Like the ghost of a memory left to die
Cuz nobody could remember
And can you hear a tree fall in the forest
If no one’s there to say “timber”?
Like a flash in the pan or flash in the sky
To signal an upcoming storm
You circle your birthdate on the calendar
Even though you were never born
Won’t you help me find my luggage
Or a phone to call for help?
Don’t send them to the lost baggage
Or to any place else
Until I search myself
Am I an invisible man?
An unopened metal can?
A dream that disappears when you awake?
The calm after an earthquake?
A duplicate snowflake?
A forgotten mistake?Like a funeral unattended by all
But the men that dug the big hole
You escape into all your flights of fancy
For all the stories never told
Like the faded words on a scrap of paper
You felt alone and mistreated
You try to find a trace of yourself online
But now you have been deleted
Won’t you help me?
It looks like you need some help, too…
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