I've compiled others playlists from Splatunes 1,2 & 3, Octotune, Smash Bros & MK8 remixes, and the live performances. Excludes the SFX tracks. Will keep this up to date as more music/lives come out.

Splatoon Music

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This is edited sometimes when I feel like it

Splatoon

Splatune 3 OST

Splatune 3! But complete! I uploaded this a week ago, but I took it down and am now uploading the complete version! (Album art is NOT official, i edited it myself. All rights to Nintendo.)

Bear with Me

( LIVE ) CLICKBAIT x SEA ME NOW [ Splatoon 3 - BankaLive 2022 ]

From Splatoon 3
I do not own this!!
All rights belong to Nintendo

Splatune 3 - Headhammer

Splatune 3 - Triple Dip

Splatune 3 - Clickbait (Splash Sessions Demo)

Splatune 3 - Opening

Splatune 3 - Surge & Submerge

Splatune 3 - Deluge Dirge

Splatune 3 - Fishing Frenzy

Splatune 3 - Salmon Run Success Jingle No. 1

Splatune 3 - Salmon Run Failure Jingle

Music and Lyrics by Will Wood,
Featuring Dan Chetnik on Clarinet/Saxophone, Thomas Finch on Drums, James Horvath on Guitar, Ben Scardo on Upright Bass, Will Wood on Piano/Vocals/Chorus

The First Step

(Cover this Song) A Little Bit Mine, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot

Say you’re still her 
The woman you were 
And you haven’t turned into 
Someone who never could love me again 
Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works. 
But only enough just to suffer the hurt. 
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? 
I won’t do you no harm again, lemme tell you that I’m sorry and that- 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I never thought, and if I did, I forgot 
While blackout in-love 
That’s what’s only starting would come to an end. 
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry and I’m giving it time. 
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? 
What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me? 
I don’t need you to be with me- just try to remember what you’d see in me. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I’ll be here singing until our heartbeats fall into that rhythm again 
Whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares? 
God knows that I could use a friend. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.

(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine

White Knuckle Jerk, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot. 

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

Music and Lyrics by Will Wood
Featuring
Dave English/Thomas Finch on Drums, Ben Scardo on Upright Bass, Will Wood on Guitar/Piano/Vocals/Kazoo/Backups

To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts. 
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your- 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you. 
A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth. 
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. So rip it off and please show me your 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme. 
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. 
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Bones, bones, bones 
I can see my bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby will you see my bones?

Skeleton Appreciation Day In Vestal, NY (Bones)

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go. 
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos. 
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD 
Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on. 
Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe. 
Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and 
Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement, 
tryin’ to escape this probation generation- too late! 
Crazy fuckers’ gotta do the time. 
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes. 
I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray. 
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! 
I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe. 
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! 
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know. 
Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

The drunk-tank’s blood red. Junkie’s gonna relapse. 
Some think punk’s dead, me I don’t believe that. 
Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, 
Bust your kneecap! 
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer. 
I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer. 
Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer, 
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here. 
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows. 
Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like “Hell no!” 
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate? 
My death come swiftly and gently to you. 
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom. 
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true. 

You bare a striking resemblance. 
Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’. 
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest. 

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest? 
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call. 
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go! 
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.

Splatune 3 - Salmon Run Failure Jingle

Splatune 3 Unoffical Alt