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What is This Love?

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by	Mr_Yesterday
length	4:26
BPM	92
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This is the composite source for the vocal track used in The Big Lie, published here without commercial restriction.

Putin’s sock puppet is three 96k flac files:
— Clean voice composite: Almost raw but leveled snips from four performances.
— Bent voice: Clean comp, pitch- and formant-shifted using a variety of plugins
— Processed voice: Mix of the above reprocessed using iZotope voiceover settings.

Lyrics
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What Is This Love?
cc(BY) 2017-02-20 D A Ayer

What? Is this love? I’m hurt that you would ask my dear.
What is this love? Can’t you feel me pour it in your ear?
What is this? Love? Could anything but love come near
to sating all the lust that lies behind your tightly-stretched veneer?
What is this Love? What is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Uh…

My love floats up around you like a sea of warm, gold rain
to whisk off undesirables like a relocation train.
It laughs at gimps in public as it slurps its soupe du jour
and reaches for its side-arm when it hears the word “couture”…
What? Is this Love? What? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Uh…

My love it lubricates you as it lights your fat cigar
with petrol I’ve extracted from a former SSR.
My love’s a subtle alchemy whose bilious depths are churned
by the truth you loved to hate so much, you had it hung and burned.
What? Is this Love? What? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Uh…

What? Is this love? Your asking fills my heart with fear…
What is this love? Perhaps I haven’t made it clear?
What is this? Love? Could anything but love explain
the hours I’ve spent upon my knees exploring this, your vile domain?
What is this? Love? Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Uh…

My love stuffs little orphans in a sack of writhing need
to be traded for free memberships on the altar of your greed.
Don’t mind the ones gone missing, or that some wash down the drain;
There’s a new crop every morning from Slovenia and Ukraine…
What? Is this Love? What? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Uh…

My love it flutters softly with the scent of dollar bills
to caress the things inside you that the joy of power thrills.
My love wraps all around you like two wet and slippery eels
‘til it’s driven through your eyeballs like a pair of six-inch heels.
What? Is this Love? What? Is it? Is it? Is it? Is it? Uh…

What? Is this love? I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask.
What is this love? Would you rather I remove the mask?
What is this? Love? You’re asking the wrong questions, dove…
The question’s not “What is this love?” but “What is this love of?”
What is this? Love? Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Aaahhh…