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Kobold vending machine

Paddy Duke — Wed, 16 Apr 2025 01:00:00 GMT

After watching Oxventure's 'D&D but… Everyone's a Kobold', I went looking for a kobold vending machine like the one Luke uses for the game. I didn't find one, so I built it.

Worth More (Instrumental demo)

Paddy Duke — Sat, 26 Oct 2024 01:00:00 GMT

Time to Collect (Instrumental demo)

Paddy Duke — Wed, 08 May 2024 01:00:00 GMT

Lyrics (WIP)

“It’s always the ones you least suspect”
When you’re trying so hard not to see
That you break your neck

Here comes the swift defence
Of the gilded asshole
You’d die to protect
Not sure if you’re a liar
Or just a useful idiot
In the end it makes no difference
You still accrue the debt

We have receipts
And it’s
Time to collect

Here comes the swift defence
Of the gilded asshole
You’d die to protect
Not sure if your a liar
Or just a useful idiot
I don’t believe in karma
I prefer something more direct

We have receipts
And it’s
Time to collect

Seeing Ghosts

Paddy Duke — Fri, 03 May 2024 01:00:00 GMT

Lyrics

I’m seeing ghosts
Who lost it all
They were blown in on the wind
Now they’re seeping through the walls
They are us separated
By apathy

This isolation means that
All that we can be
Is the spectre of a once doomed
Now long dead community

We forge these chains in life
We’ll wear them as we drown
So expect no revelations
From the ghosts this time around

Now we are caught
Beneath the waves
The undertow pulling us further
From the land we couldn’t save
This is all of our making
Catastrophe

This isolation means that
All that we can be
Is the spectre of a once doomed
Now long dead community

We forge these chains in life
We’ll wear them as we drown
So expect no revelations
From the ghosts this time around

This time around
I’m seeing ghosts
They don’t make a sound

This isolation means that
All that we can be
Is the spectre of a once doomed
Now long dead community

We forge these chains in life
We’ll wear them as we drown
So expect no revelations
From the ghosts this time around

Work It Out (Instrumental demo)

Paddy Duke — Fri, 02 Feb 2024 00:00:00 GMT

Lyrics (WIP)

What if I told you
We could be sprightly,
Light on our feet,
Vivacious, excited,
Enthusiastic,
Rested and not so sick?

Well?

Instead of run down
Worn out and fed up
We can be potent
Bright-eyed, with heads up
Bosses and landlords all hate
This one weird trick

Because
If we need to
Work until we die
They’re all dead end jobs

There
Are so many of us
So few of them
We can bare our teeth
And we can
Feed the
Lions some of
Their own medicine
We don’t have to take it any
More
There’s so many of us
So few of them
We can show our claws
And we can
Be
The change we want to see
The means to end
This never ending struggle just to live

We can be different
Modern and sleek
We don’t have to suffer
Five days a week
We can demand better
Hours and for better pay

We can give work
A big middle finger
Reclaim your time
Don’t be a fool
Because
You don’t have to let it linger

Because
If we need to
Work until we die
They’re all dead end jobs

To Distraction

Paddy Duke — Fri, 04 Aug 2023 01:00:00 GMT

Lyrics

I find the simple things the hardest to keep
In front of mind
In front of me
There’s all this opportunity
A million opportunities
to fall asleep at the wheel
It would take a crash to shake me

Lost in thought
Are you still there?
A million miles away somewhere
Drifted off
Forget quite where
A million miles away
(away away away)

I’m not an idiot
It’s not up to me
They say I’m good, I’d be so good
If I could just apply myself
But now my mind is somewhere else
Asleep at the wheel
And this alarm won’t wake me

Lost in thought
Are you still there?
A million miles away somewhere
Drifted off
Forget quite where
A million miles away
(away away away)

I don’t remember when I left the road
Was it a minute or an hour
Or a week ago?
But it’s driving me
To distraction

I didn’t see all of the signs before
Has it only been a couple years
Or more like 34
And it’s driving me
To distraction

Lost in thought
Are you still there?
A million miles away somewhere
Drifted off
Forget quite where
A million miles away
(away away away)

I don’t remember when I left the road
Was it a minute or an hour
Or a week ago?
But it’s driving me
To distraction

I didn’t see all of the signs before
Has it only been a couple years
Or more like 34
And it’s driving me
To distraction

Realism

Paddy Duke — Mon, 01 May 2023 01:00:00 GMT

Lyrics

This is it
You’ve got the answer
Convinced yourself the problem was
That no-one’s tried to solve it
So you sit
Drawing plans for
A great, fluorescent future
Born of incremental tweaks to what we have

Same injustice baked in
But a little less overt piss taking

It’s a failure of
Imagination
Some old bastards made this world
We can just unmake it
It’s a failure of
Imagination
We can dream of longer chains
Or we can try to break them

You wear a veil
But it’s the wrong one
Ignorant of systems but
Not of your place within them
Privilege
Runs in the family
Can’t see past the edges of your lifestyle
So this must be natural

Same injustice baked in
But a little less overt piss taking

It’s a failure of
Imagination
Some old bastards made this world
We can just unmake it
It’s a failure of
Imagination
We can dream of longer chains
Or we can try to break them

Same injustice baked in
But a little less overt piss taking

It’s a failure of
Imagination
Some old bastards made this world
We can just unmake it
It’s a failure of
Imagination
We can dream of longer chains
Or we can try to break them