Ultraklystron - Opensource Lyricist All tracks written, performed, mixed, recorded and produced by Karl Olson. Copyright 2005-2007.
The vaguely anticipated follow up to the relatively successful nerdcore LPs (in terms of Karl Olson's prior success,) Revision 4920 and Romance Language. Clocking in at about 80 minutes of original, new material and $14 including shipping and handling, Opensource Lyricist continues the tradition layed down in 4920 of confusing any and all listeners. Lyrically, the new LP not only stays true to the otaku-oriented roots of the first LP (earn it,) but expands into new territory, such as storytelling pieces about the life of a gachapon (coin figure,) talking with a producer at an anime con (priceless,) gnu public licencing (opensource lyricist) and even protest songs (so long kids.) Critical Praise for Opensource Lyricist: "I could probably sit down and come up with piles of accolades to pile up for each track, but honestly if you have heard any of the previous albums you should stop reading right now and go to his site and pick this one up." - Pure Defect "Do I recommend the CD? Highly." - Ben Boemer, Gaijin Side. "A devasting nerdcore masterpiece." - Jevon, Hi-Sci-Fi. "It's f***ing good!" - Garrett, Mega 64 Podcast Episode 66. Buy it now at the karlrolson.com merch store.
Songs: opensource lyricist - lyrics earn it - lyrics so long kids - lyrics eighty three - lyrics internet - lyrics decisions - lyrics PAeXpo - lyrics mahou shonen theme - lyrics mc urban planner - lyrics void function - lyrics priceless - lyrics fashionable - lyrics hit reply - lyrics hikikomori - lyrics script kiddie blues - lyrics full disclosure - lyrics coin figure - lyrics cuteness - lyrics it's the beat - lyrics five to nine - lyrics View Cover Art back to KarlROlson.com Copyright 2005-2007 Karl Olson	coin figure by Karl Olson ch. worthless useless / two steps from hittin trash bin shunted punted / into the closet or basement sitting hiding / with tankobon and some tie pins bent and dented / a figure facing defacement v1. a million of made me / yet I act like I'm collectable the fact is in otaku hands / I'm easily negectable sitting on their tower till / the next show comes along then I'm up on ebay / hoping that I get bid on but no one bid / so I'm tossed into the closet with a couple dozen wallscrolls/ on which noone would deposit a couple of dollars / or maybe ten to buy it now so I sit there with the scrolls / left there asking when and how it came to be / can't they fit up on the ceiling why this man's friends/ if he's got them em are not feeling free merchandise / unless they also they hate us to they must have found / another show to purchase through maybe I will matter / in another dozen years if my show was influential / or brought otaku to tears got to dodge the garbage first / the incinerators flame But noone will come buy me / if my show was ultra lame ch. x 2 v2. my joints are squeaking/from solvent leaking/ I think I'm freakin / the closets causin me to lose it my arm is brokin / moth balls are chokin / it's like I'm smokin / inaction is just like abuse kid right now I'm feeling / trash is appealing / I'd then be peeling / out of this dank, moldy box life tired of hearing / the wallscrolls fearing that they'll meeting / the wrong end of a box knife this storage life is insane/the blackness is plain this universe is drained/of any thing for me to do this goes against my grain/this life is profane my collectable fame/is hidden beneath some old shoes what is that light/is it my final night am I on such great heights/come on now I say perhaps this fight/ to find another life to end this storage strife/even charity's ok ch. x 2 v3. I've never known this guy to be a violent lass But don't have a clue what will come to pass And I'm worried about that giant magnifying glass Looks like I'm about to become a molten mass Of B-grade plastic/won't feel fantastic Right now I really wish I had the power of magic But I'm only a figurine/Not the real Ultramarine In second I won't feel so fresh and so clean To those less discerning/Soon I'll be burning I really wish I'd found another means of earning A place in a fan's heart/I'd rather be fanart Of some kind disposable j-eurobeat poptart Then I'd be reposted/maybe even hosted on archive.org even if the site shut down Instead I'm roasted/shouldn't have boasted Now like Icarus I'm melted right into the ground