Knock off christmas tune to the tune of thin lizzy's boys are back in town

Santa's Back In Town

looks like me and frank had a lil too much eggnog....

Rocking Around The Christmas Tree

Al Capone

City Rats

A short Miniature using the Serialism composition technique. Was recorded on a laptop cause nothing else was available so I did what I could with the clipping :( written for Piccolo, Oboe, Trombone, and Viola

Serialismkiller (Rough Recording)

Verse 1
People keep dreaming up new ways to die
But I don’t sleep much

There are some things where i would ask why?
But i don’t speak much

Prechorus:
Things die slowly but something pulls me down
I’m not bitching I’m just itchin’ for the sound of
A fire burning your house down

Verse 2
Im just taking it in
slowly in a daze (work)
I guess im looking thin
If only cause my drunken ways 

Prechorus:
But I swear,
 oh I swear it’s a phase
Growing up is hard when
the pains aren’t relevant to age

Bridge:
Do you still sleep?
Do you still keep?
Thoughts of me
Locked away
Swallowed the key
Away in a sea
Of disbelief
You’d see a day
Cause
When I go home
I can’t find room
It’s been changed to a closet
A Tomb
For my Memories
They cut the Trees Down
Paved Over the past
When life moves too quickly
I guess you can take the bypass

Outro:
And this is my hometown
Dressed for an occasion
I guess I didn’t get the memo
I guess I’ll be late again


Hometown Sick

Verse 1.
Take aim like before open your mouth trigger tonged you shoot me down

Well i’ll be a target and i’ll take the blows, account for the bruises that way they don’t know

Cause when you cast your line. The hook catches me flappin my gums the hook will drag me in.

Chorus
I’m evidence
We’re all evidence something went wrong (From the blood in my veins, to the map on my thumbs you know what I do you know what I’ve done)
Evidence
I need evidence that I am evolved (cause the voice in my head doesn’t sound like the one that answers the phone)

Verse 2
Opposable thumbs Opposed to the ones that don’t think
They throw up the guns are they loaded I cant see

Cause they claim this is the last resort. A couple of lives is nothing when they go to court

Bridge:
The system is flawed I saw someone gnawing at its wires
They said this is just business kid I do what I desire
Followers here are all you ever can be
A Fossil in the ground a goal you will never reach.


Evidence

The city sleeps under a blanket of snow
Buildings dreaming about… well I don’t know
But I think if I search these canvas roads
I can find something to show you

The Calvinists keep the poor on the streets
Begging for the money and kissing our feet
Yet I bet they make 50 grand in a year
Life will be the death of them and the death of me
I’m not pessimistic cause what’s the point
Were all just waiting for our God to adopt us
He may come for you but never for me

And sky scrapers scratch the surface
Cutting the flesh of this world
Architecture is built to fall and in this case
Earths the building meant to end us all


Sky Scraping The Surface

Chester the bear works a 9 to 5 job
Chester the bear I swear you gotta meet him
Came home one night to an empty den
The poachers got his woman the poacher got his woman again
And hes selling her skin

Now chester the bear Aint sleeping this winter
Oh chester the bear I swear you must’ve seen him
He comes out at night with some bloody hands
See he’ll get your woman again and again
And he’ll eat her whole


Chester The Bear

Dust Bowl

Verse 1 and 2

Dmin						Gmin Dmin
The weatherman claims that a storm is in motion
Amin						Dmin
So board up your windows and drop to the floor
Dmin						Gmin Dmin
See me I stand up straight and fix my tie in the mirror
Amin						Dmin
I’ve made it this far so convince me there’s something to fear.

As the wind picks up and the sky is now in a panic
It mimics the actions taken by the ones in the street
See my grave was dug the second that she forgave me
She should’ve of known that I’d wander again…. Who the hell does she think I am


Life’s a gentleman’s game the rules unexplained but we play
Put all our chips in ignorant when they dissipate  
So if a storms coming I hope that it rattles the walls
I take what I’m given keep digging you might find it all

BRIDGE OUTRO WTF?
Dust off your eyes cant you see that I’m pulling your strings
You’re a pawn at the start, manipulate til you’re the king
I dust off your pages, there is no book I cant read
Rip through your past, at last you start to bleed
That handsome smile I’m really just flashing my teeth
I’m sold to this role I don’t keep the receipt
No I’m not yelling that’s just the voice in your brain
And I hear it too but I know it will drive you insane


Dust Bowl

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Upset Organs (Can't Relax)

Simple jam. Real bass. Goofy house tones. Bop yo head. Thanks Daddio

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"I want to enjoy life and make some money doing it"

He has played music for over a decade and only want that to continue. His strongest instrument is the bass guitar, yet has a love for the guitar, piano, and banjo. The dream he has is to write music for movies and as of right now thats his focus, however Austin is always looking to be a part of some kind of band or group because he believes that is one of the best ways to progress.



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