“This song was specifically composed to torture pianists, which I could have guessed after playing through the game. The reason is the middle part, which lacks any distinct melody, chord progression or rhythm (or maybe I just can’t see them). There’s not a single repitition in that part, which makes it a sheer test of your will to get through. Took me about a year.”
The Wild Bunny by Sander Cohen: I want to take the ears off, but I can’t. I hop, and when I hop, I never get off the ground. It’s my curse, my eternal curse! I want to take the ears off but I can’t! It’s my curse! It’s my fucking curse! I want to take the ears off! Please! Take them off! Please!
“Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. But know this, you are my greatest disappointment. Does your master hear me? Atlas! You can kill me, but you will never have my city. My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. A season for all things! A time to live and a time to die, a time to build… and a time to destroy!”
“I see Cohen’s lost his touch. If you knew him when–when he used to believe in the work. In the struggle. And now, he rots in that never-land waiting for someone to come and tell him that he’s still got it. I suppose that’s why he let you live.”