MB​-​LP

by Greg McLeod

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Sixteen live-looped songs written for each Myers-Briggs personality type, from rock to pop to spoken word.

I had the idea to write a set of songs specifically for and about each of the 16 Myers-Briggs Types, so I made everyone I know take a version of the test and discussed their results with them. Once I had around eighty people, several people I knew for each type, I started researching what aspects of music those types responded to most. I matched the types up with multi-instrumental loops I'd written based on their preferences in terms of lyrical style, tempo, and harmonic and rhythmic complexity.

I then wrote lyrics based on things I noticed people of each type had in common: hopes, fears, or attitudes they shared. I did further research in online communities where people of a given type discussed things they enjoyed or struggled with. In some cases, I also tried to mimic their style of expression by using literary techniques and phrases they seemed to use more often than others. I drew further inspiration from specific songs and poems those types cited as favourites.

I sing and play guitar, violin, bass, drums, trombone, and keys; these songs are performed live by recording a loop of an instrument and moving on to the next, then turning the loops on and off while I sing over them. The style varies from sung vocals and rock instrumentation to more spoken, rap-influenced vocals, an eclectic mix similar to Beck, Tune-Yards, or the Streets.

MB-LP, more than most albums, is meant to be eclectic. You probably won't even like your own type's song the best. People tend to find other types more intriguing than their own, since other perspectives can offer insights people of the same type wouldn't have considered. What this record is about-and something I learned repeatedly working on this project-is that people approach life in many different ways. Truly trying to understand how other people see the world can make you more accepting and more equipped to cope with new problems and challenges.

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released January 17, 2015

Written, Performed, and Produced by Greg McLeod.

Special thanks to my family.

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Track Name: ENTJ (Whole New Thing)
I'm taking a few old things
And making a whole new thing

If you make a million
Then they're making billions
You better not stop

If you can't continue
Fuck what you've been through
They're taking the house

Keep moving forward
People are bored of it
They just don't know it yet

So give them a peek of
what they're gonna wanna be next

So stay ahead or it's your head
Don't make that record again

Wait a sec, and it's your neck
Go break the record again, moving

Up in the rankings
Up in the standings
Up in the charts
Turning the tables
Tipping the scales
And they're still calling it art?

Up in the rankings
Up in the standings
Up in the tables
Up in the charts

I'm so damn smart

I'm taking a few old things
And making a whole new thing

Your favourite band from way back
Used to love their old tracks
Back before they made stacks
Now you hate their new wax

You're so fake you know that
They're still great, you're just mad
Feel betrayed they got that
Precious taste offended

Don't like it, don't listen
Don't hate 'cause they're killing
Winners aren't the villains
They're the real ones who got recognized

Look into my eyes and know that
I have let you live this time

Don't make mistakes twice

I'm taking a few old things
And making a whole new thing
Track Name: INTP (Keep On Waiting)
When did it change?
I've always been strange, you know

What if it hurts
To be brought down to earth too slow?

Floating and weightless
There's a pebble in my spaceship
Rattle around, little earthbound stowaway
Can't get it out, can't make it go

Away in the distance
There's a world that glistens
Pretty and round, calling me down
Down down down down down down down down

Keep on waiting for stars to fall
Keep on waiting for nothing at all

Should I descend?
Do the math in my head, I say no

What if I'm wrong
Didn't carry the one, what then?

Cold and impartial, heart partially frozen
Legs hardly even working after all of the floating
Too close to the sun, too far from a sky
Crushed by the feeling just of being alive

On the surface of a body that I'd rather forget
It's a jungle, people jumble up cause and effect
From the ether all the features sorta start to connect
The other factors fall away and you just solve for x

I'd rather get complex than do guess and checks
I'd rather talk by text than become ill-expressed
I'd rather glide and fantasize about what happens next
Than drop this ship from here into a lower orbit

So before it takes me
Round the side I'll say goodbye
Tiny pinprick in the sky
I know that it's your wish and that, I truly regret
But no you really shouldn't hold your breath

Keep on waiting for stars to fall
Keep on waiting for nothing at all
Track Name: ISFP (Disappear)
I can't help it, it's automatic
Got an itch and I've gotta scratch it
Finger twitch I'm a shot through the static
Til I stop on a channel, can you see me landing?

Sinking in so dim the lights
Gotta grin when it feels this right
Drown the wolves that howl out, I might
Not have much sleep to lose tonight

So choose bright screens over sheep
Keep them alive so I won't have to see
My face in the dead TV getting lit
From below by the laptop glow

Twilight zone style, get outta here Finchley
I could be rich even that wouldn't fix me
Write new songs and I don't sing pitchy
But I'm up all night long like Lionel Richie

Don't really look at myself in the mirror
I just check my hair
Smooth my clothes, watch my shows
Disappear

I can't explain it, it's like a flavour
Tip of the tongue tied up to savour
Making it up now no eraser
Got a smell in my nose that I can't put to paper

But I can recreate it, I can make you taste it
Spice right, make sure to baste it
With a little bit of luck and a pinch of patience
I'm amazing when I know where I'm aiming

I'm aiming high, but I'm kinda shy
So don't ask me why just take a bite
Even if it's not your type you will be like
"That guy sure knows what he likes," alright

I want a whole that's greater
Than the sum of all its parts

I wanna bare my soul but only
Share it through my art

I wanna to have control but still
Reflect what's in my heart, in here
Then disappear
Track Name: ESFJ (Be Nice)
Time goes slow when you spend it alone
Always stuck inside, can't go home
Your mother cried on the phone
She said no no no no no no no

I'll stay light and comfortable
If you're up all night, you won't be cold
With me by your side, I will keep you warm

I'll just try to be nice
I just try to be nice
I just try to be nice
Hope it all works out for you

What more can I do?
What more can I do?
You know I'm asking you
You know I'm asking you

Feel so deep I could say so much
But I would settle for your touch
Oh I'll give more, Don't give up
I say no no no no no no no

I'll be back here on the hour
Changed the water for your flowers
Draw the curtains from the clouds and storms

I just try to be nice
I just try to be nice
I just try to be nice
Hope it all works out for you

What more can I do?
What more can I do?
You know I'm asking you
You know I'm asking you
Track Name: ESTP (Come With Me)
Are you coming with me?
Come on, come with me
You belong here baby
It's our song they're playing
I can get you in the VIP

We go from beer to shots
Then shots to vodka shots
Vodka to mixed drinks
With peach schnapps in 'em

That guy's wearing all denim
Wonder if I should tell him?
He's bleached bangs, sliced lemon
I got fangs, but no venom

Worst case we tangle, yeah I get mangled
But then I got an angle on the lady he wrangled
And I think I could snake her out
She's all neck, big mouth

I move on the floor, reptilian
Tell her that she's one of a million
Oops, instead of one IN a million
Damn, I think she smacked my fillings in

Lick my lips, taste of blood
Don't I love a girl who can punch

Are you coming with me?
Come on, come with me
You belong here baby
It's our song they're playing
I can get you in the VIP

Midnight to four
Four-on-the-floor
Floor of the cab
Cabbing it home

Stab stab stabbing all horny
Gab gabbing all morning
Dunno what I told her
Whatever it would take to get her out tomorrow

Do a few of the same places
See where the evening takes us
Whatever, we can skip the line
You're with your friends

Yeah my buddies are already inside, well that's fine
Let's just show them a good time
Time to bring this whole place to life
Life's too short to not dance with me
I want to feel your hands on me

I want to see them thrust in the air
Til you drop them with the beat right here

Are you coming with me?
Come on, come with me
You belong here baby
It's our song they're playing
I can get you in the VIP
Track Name: ENTP (Big in Japan)
Stop zoom in
Enhance enhance enhance
Check against
The plan the plan the plans
There might be
A chance a chance a chance
Slipping through your
Hands your hands your hands

If I lost the use of my eyes
Would the way that I live my life make sense?
Obsessing over-stressing over tiny imperfections
Even 20/20 vision might miss

I've got lists of revisions, a singular focus
If nobody ever made it then I came the closest
Plugging little leaks that you would never have noticed
At once so powerful and so myopic

Had a gaze like a laser beam, but no more
Now I feel along the walls until I find the door

Ranged over strange new continents
In the search for an inland sea
Scorched by the summer sun and stranded on the banks
Of the Murray and the Murrumbidgee

Forget appeasing aborigines
And everything already achieved
Just steps down the path to the next big peak
A glimpse to the West of the glint of a creek

Spyglass down, my eyes are weak
I pass out and I don't eat
I need more vitamins, see?

Play piano in the hotel lobby
If I play well then no one stops me
Play piano in the hotel bar
Order salmon teriyaki

Spend the night out in Roppongi
People talk to me like they know me
Spend the night out at the Cradle
Piano tree, Shiina Takako

I can fit in anywhere
But I don't fit in anywhere

Don't you understand
We're big in Japan
Track Name: ENFJ (I Want You to Know)
If you knew my proper worth
You would beg for me baby
But it's never your fault

I'm so afraid that if I ask you you'll laugh
Take out a pencil and correct my math
I'll spend all my life chasing a paper love
Who won't agree that I could measure up

Lately I'm not so sure of
Maybe I'm not the worst off
Maybe it's worth it
Baby I'm worth it

I want you to know

Looking at an open door
You say change for me baby
But your loving's so hard

When I was younger I would wonder about
Beautiful people taking ugly spouses
What did they want that they could go without?
What did they have that they could make it up?

Lately I'm not so sure of
Maybe I'm not the worst off
Maybe it's worth it
Baby I'm worth it

I want you to know
Track Name: ISFJ (Angels in the Dust)
You wept
As we said our vows the earth bent
The church came down like a tent
So we went to ground, all around us fell the pillars

See
Through the maze of beams and debris
Took your hand and I pulled you free
Down the scree to the land and no one followed

Us
We escaped with scrapes and deep cuts
Lost everyone we loved
Used my shirt sleeve to stop your blood

Safe
Need to head for open space
'Cause there'll be third and second quakes
I hold you while you shake

Like a nightmare come to life
Lost a world but gained a wife

You slept
Can't fix the mess in your head
But I can still make your bed
So we went to ground and I found us a couple pillows

We
Sift through rubble on the old street
Sniff for trouble, keep away from tall trees
I find you little things you need

Us
We escaped with scrapes and deep cuts
Lost everyone we loved
Making angels in the dust
Track Name: ISTJ (The Inevitable Letdown)
I'm not bad with goodbyes
I'm bad with whys
That don't get answered
Like why did you call me
before you cancelled?
Why would you choose to use
Your roommate's bed?
Why the hell'd I trust
A single thing that you said?

It was all in my head
You never shared it
And now I'm less mad
Than I'm embarassed
You should take a chance
Sometimes that you're scared of
I knew in advance
I had it all taken care of, I'm careful

Now I'm sleeping in
Giving in
Making up
For the lost time

It's the inevitable letdown
You tell me you're in
Then you pull out again

Backups of backups of backups
Are getting my back up
On my back flailing, failing failsafes
I don't feel safe
In this dark place alone
It's sick and twisted
Everything that ever could go wrong
Is how I live it

Walls in, pitfalls
Balls of rock hard granite
If they've got it, I thought about it
And probably half planned it
Two-footed the landing
'Til the landing turned into lava
The volcano needs a virgin
And I don't have one

So I'm sleeping in
Giving in
Making up
For the lost time

I'm living it
She's giving in
'Stead of giving it
Giving it a try

It's the inevitable letdown
You tell me you're in
Then you pull out again
Track Name: ENFP (Delicate Age)
When she went to town
All the people around
Would just know her and wave

She never frowned
And her quiet could drown
Out the sound of the street

She was always an exception
Exceptionally bright
A collector of affection
Shot all through with light

And they're looking at you
And they can't look away
And they're looking at you
Wishing they could trade
And they're looking at you
Thinking everything's great
And they're looking at you
Can't see your pain so

Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age

When she's left alone
She gets panicked and phones
Anyone who will listen

She's never sure
If the search for the cure
Is just one of the symptoms

Too quick to say sorry
When what she said was right
She dreams like Richard Cory
On a warm midsummer night

And she is looking at you
And you can't look away
And she's looking at you
You know her pain, say

Run from the devil
Make your name
Show them living is fine
Indelicate crime
In a delicate age
Track Name: ESFP (Backing 'em Off)
Arms out telling me stay, stay, stay,
You gotta take my hand when they run this way
We're gonna make our stand and become a chain
And if they knock us down then we're on their team, you say

Arms out telling me stay, stay, stay,
If it's not fun for you we'll change the game
You know that no one's won if someone's not playing
And if they knock you down we'll get you up again

We'll go laughing and backing 'em off
Can you picture me sit in your red seat car
When we were both little, too young for broken hearts
If it was so simple why did I make it hard?
We'll go

Laughing and backing 'em off
We were both too little for driving cars
I got a picture of you with a broken heart
If it's so simple why do we make it hard?

It's just good times, noodle salad
And games that we would play in the yard
Good times, noodle salad
It was so simple why did I make it hard

Arms out telling me stay, stay, stay,
You gotta take my hand when they run this way
We're gonna make our stand and become a chain
And if they knock you down we'll get you up again
Track Name: ESTJ (Right for Once)
Calling: "you awake?"

The day's gonna come
The day's gonna come
The day's gonna come
Let's do it right for once

You can be the Red Bull in my lungs
You can be the Red Bull in my lungs
You can be the fat tongue on my Dunks
You can be the fat tongue on my Dunks
You can be the black paint on my T
You can be the black paint on my T
You can be the best part of me, well
You can be the very best part of me

The day's gonna come
Let's do it right for once

Calling: "you awake?"

Are you awake?
I've gotta know
Are you awake?
We've gotta go
Back to the lake
Covered in snow
Used to be great
It still will be so

Calling "you awake?"

The day's gonna come
Let's do it right for once
Track Name: ISTP (Rile 'em Up)
Jack wasn't in class, he got suspended again
He didn't even do it, it was one of our friends

So let's climb up in the suspended ceiling
Drop water down on all of their heads
Wreck all of the principal's meetings

They thought the roof was leaking
Because we were so sneaky
But then Matthew started sneezing
And we jumped down and ran like the wind

Like the wind!

Spence is so against us doing dangerous stunts
One of these days he said I've got to grow up

He talks like I've been going off the deep end
I just dove in from two stories up
So maybe tomorrow, maybe this weekend?

But I know what I'm doing
It's not something I'm proving
I think it's so amusing
To get him upset and riled up

Rile him up!

It's almost morning and I'm knocking on Jonathan's door
Bar didn't take my fake ID so I went to the store

Drank it in a library bathroom
Went up to the Observatoire
In the parking lot surrounded by raccoons

The stationary traffic
They're all killing themselves laughing
While I'm yelling and I'm thrashing
And tumbling down the mountainside home

Let's go home!
Track Name: INTJ (Hive Mind)
Out in the hall of the 2nd Grade for laughing
Cause what's-his-name can't do simple subtraction
I need action, I'm bored and the blackboard
Don't do fractions yet
Carpeted floors and the class hadn't split to factions yet

They connect their tamagotchis
While I'm watching the clock tick
Home for lunch, LEGOs and EGGOs
Baseplates are frisbees, bust your bottom lip
If you diss me, missed me, now you gotta kiss me

Pricking myself with tiny ancient humiliations
My brain won't shut off, slow down, or take vacations

You're connected to the hive, hive mind
You're connected to the hive mind
You're connected to the hive, hive mind
You're connected to the, connected to it all

How much work is it worth
To keep my sad friends from dying?
Are they destined to ditch
And I should spare myself crying?
Meet the ones that make middle-age
And maybe marry, and meantime
Hold a meeting for monsters of my kind

Sparring partners with the same armour
Think fast, see farther
Upvote all the on-target answers and banter
Keeping up grades, keeping up standards
Pick em apart, now picking out patterns
Try to explain why I'm quick to anger
but you don't understand and that makes me madder

That this is a circle jerk
This is a circle jerk
I'll see you later

You're connected to the hive, hive mind
You're connected to the hive mind
You're connected to the hive, hive mind
You're connected to the, connected to it all
Track Name: INFJ (In a Dream)
I awoke from a dream
And then I slipped back in
You don't know what I've seen
You don't know where I've been

But if you concentrate
You just might listen in

Lost my toes in a dream
My teeth and hair fell out
Felt my throat, could't scream
My body let me down

I know I'm gonna break
But could you wake me now

Met your ghost in a dream
I knew your mood would change
A kind of clone, you, but mean
Snuck in and took your place

No one else could tell
The difference in your face

On a boat in a dream
We rowed without a sail
Up the coast to a stream
Escaping killer whales

We were both in tears
Just as we crossed the vale
Track Name: INFP (Halo)
It was early in the morning
When I learned to see your halo
Drank too much too fast again
Made out by the tracks of the train though

You got dirt in your shirt
I got sand in my socks
There's nothing planned, so hold my hand and
We can smile at the stars

You know, you usually listen
And I usu'lly listen too
So staring at the moon
Seemed like a natural thing to do

Staring at the edge, wondering
What's poking through?

I could tell you 22 degrees
The finer points of moisture
But you don't really need the numbers
Or the whole equation

You can start with a little piece
And make a swift extrapolation
You're on a 22 grand job
Without U.K. exchange rate

So you bob along on swells
Disappear and reappear
The tide inside the shell,
I press your voice into my ear

The tide inside the shell
Ever far and ever near
It was early in the morning

It was early in the morning
When I learned to see your halo
Rung around the darkness
That was all I used to know

You pulled me in the farthest
Not to fight, but feel it whole
And find control in this catharsis
'Til it tells me where to go

Then take a bearing off Polaris
And start heading for the goal
Take a bearing off Polaris
It's the only one I know