Compile Time

This track comes from the late-night hours when Aaron's guard comes down and honesty replaces performance. It tackles The meditative state of late-night coding, waiting for builds to compile, finding zen in the process. The lyrics get specific — "Magic Unicorn Tech, yeah, that's the company" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The lo-fi, electronic production matches the energy of the confession. It hits focused and chill, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Two AM and the monitor's glowing blue Coffee cold but the code is coming through Stransky in the zone, got the headphones on Building worlds from logic till the break of dawn Terminal blinking like a heartbeat, steady Five weeks to build what they said would take many Magic Unicorn Tech, yeah, that's the company One man army making digital symphony [chorus] Compile time, let it run, let it breathe Every line that I write is a part of me Compile time, watch the progress bar crawl Building empires from nothing, back against the wall [verse 2] Folly Beach is quiet, ocean waves outside But I'm deep in the matrix, other side of the tide A-A-Ron don't sleep when the vision's clear Platform's almost finished, launch is almost here Songwriter module, music studio too Artwork generator, built it all brand new They said it couldn't happen, not in five weeks flat Unconventional Technologist, imagine that [chorus] Compile time, let it run, let it breathe Every line that I write is a part of me Compile time, watch the progress bar crawl Building empires from nothing, back against the wall [bridge] Green text on black screen, that's my canvas now Lean Six Sigma mind finding ways to plow Through every bug and every stack trace deep Do more with less, that's the code I keep [chorus] Compile time, let it run, let it breathe Every line that I write is a part of me Compile time, watch the progress bar crawl Building empires from nothing, back against the wall [outro] Two AM... three AM... four... Just one more function, then one more