vending machine of love

An orchestration of the Rick Dangerous theme from the classic game. This isn't the first time I've tried this piece but I wanted to approach it with all my latest libraries and I had an hour or so to kill. It was done pretty quickly as I'm quite familiar with the piece of music. This'll probably be the last time I try this piece, though I'm sure I'll give its sequel a go at some point.

Used:
FL Studio 10, Kontakt 4, Cinesamples CineBrass, VOXOS, HollyWoodwinds & CineSnare, Audiobro LA Scoring Strings, Orchestral String Runs, Project SAM Symphobia, Symphobia 2 & True Strike, Spitfire Symphobia Strings, British Woodwinds, Harp & Percussion, Private string library.

Rick Dangerous Reorchestrated

A Human's Touch

https://lemondemon.bandcamp.com/album/spirit-phone

Touch-Tone Telephone

A Friday night cover for that special last night with a significant other. Thanks to the The Good, The Bad, and The Gloomy for bringing her usual awesomeness to the other half of the song. You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://linktr.ee/gloomdarkheart

Coming soon to the usual places (Spotify, Amazon, Youtube Music, Apple Music)!
     Can't wait? Grab yourself a flac on bandcamp @ https://blake.so/tonight

Lyrics:
I know you belong to somebody new
But tonight you belong to me
Although we're apart, you're a part of my heart
And tonight you belong to me
Way down by the stream
How sweet it will seem
Once more just to dream
In the moonlight
My honey, I know with the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Way down, way down along the stream, 
How very, very sweet will be your screams
Once more just to dream
In the silvery moonlight
My honey, I know
With the dawn that you will be gone
But tonight you belong to me
Just-a-little ol' me

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Tonight you belong to me ft. Gloom Darkheart (Cover)

this song isn't well known and is hard to find, so i brought it upon myself to upload it for y'all

ミラクルミュージカル - The Mind Electric

Here's our new singy piece of original music to celebrate the hallowed holidays. Thanks as always to the Gloom Gloomedy Gloom Gloomedy Gloom Gloom Gleree for bringing the other half of this song. You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://gloomdarkheart.com

Available soon on various music platforms. 
Keep an eye on https://blake.so/r49 for links!

Intro
If you sleep before I rise, I'll paint my name behind your eyes
And when you wake, you'll speak in moans, of graveyards, soil and broken bones
If you scream, I'll hum instead a lullaby to raise the dead
So close your eyes, be still, be brave. Now hold your breath and dig my grave. 

I tracked you down through burning leaves
Through broken masks and screams. All on Hallows eve
I kissed the dirt, you spoke my name
And now you open the curse that you just can't escape
I found your house, your porchlight dead
The pumpkins watched me crawl where your footsteps led
I pressed my hand against the glass
And now I'll chip away until there's nothing left

This night won't end until the sun comes up or we're both undead
This story's told of how your grave is warm and babe, I'm oh-so-cold

I used to watch you from afar, your face a beacon in the dark
I'd trail behind you when you'd take a stroll around the local park
I'd watch the way you'd stop and stare at every little thing you'd see
Your eyes so kind, so full of wonder, how I wish they'd look at me
You can't imagine how my life turned upside down when you were gone
A tragic accident that took you from the world which you belong
And so I snuck into the morgue, your final resting place of peace
And took those peepers for myself, a little gift for me to keep
And every now and then, I'd put them in and see things through your eyes
Your friends, your house, your favorite flowers, and the bluest skies
And though you never looked at me, I know you meant to secretly
I see it all now through your eyes, the way that it was meant to be
But lately, I've been craving more, I just need you around
And so I tracked down where they buried you beneath the ground
An incantation stolen from the book of the Gloomnomicon
And just like that, from out your coffin came that scream-like song

This night won't end until the sun comes up or we're both undead
This story's told of how your grave is warm and babe, I'm oh-so-cold
This night won't end until the sun comes up or we're both undead
This story's told of how your grave is warm and babe, I'm oh-so-cold

Rituals and Resurrections ft. Gloom Darkheart

We dropped back into the booths and rerecorded another cult classic, "Mania". As always, thanks to the autonomous crime-scene-vacuuming machine, Gloomba. You can find more of her magic stuffs all over the place at https://gloomdarkheart.com and  @gloom.darkheart  

Which is your favourite? the classic version, or the brand-new Halloween Edition? Hit us up in the comments and let your opinion be known!

Grab it from my Bandcamp here http://blake.so/maniaf31
  YouTube Music  http://blake.so/maniaf31youtube
  iTunes: http://blake.so/maniaf31itunes 
  and Spotify: https://blake.so/maniaf31spotify
  as well as many other places soon!

Bass, Acoustic & Electric Guitar: Blake Robinson,
Vocals & Accompaniment: Blake Robinson, Gloom Darkheart,
Drums: S'mee the drummer

Lyrics:
I'll give you water if you'll scream my name for me
Or even better, tell me that you'll play my game
I'll leave the chains off, take off all of the duct-tape
I'll let you run free, please scream, give a little chase
I'll give you freedom, please don't go disappoint me
I've got an itch for you that just won't let me be
You look so pretty, baby, through this scope I see
But when I take your kneecaps out and watch you bleed

It's like time slows down
But the world keeps spinning round
I'll drag you way back down
To my corpse-filled underground

You can take a break if you just tell me that it hurts
A little deeper cut, yeah, show me what you're worth
I'll leave the chains off, take off all of the duct-tape
I'll let you run free, please scream, give a little chase
I've got a sharpened edge with a yearning for your flesh
Amphetamines to keep your consciousness so fresh
Electric stimulation, turn the voltage on
Locked in this game together - darkness until dawn

It's like time slows down
But the world keeps spinning round
I'll drag you way back down
To my corpse-filled underground
Until you're gone
Until you're gone

I've got a secret, listen, I won't tell you again
I've got a special evening planned for you, my friend
I've dug a hole six feet out back next to the fence
It looks so cosy, really, you're one lucky man
I've got arsenic and lye I got today
I've sharpened all my knives and brought a new IV
We're gonna have a special moment here alone
I wanna see what you look like as Blood and Bones
And with a buzz of a saw
Oh baby we'll be playing God
I'll hold your heart inside
And have it beat out every cry
Until you're gone
Until you're gone
Until you're gone

Mania: Friday the 31st Edition

Lyrics:


Hey puppy!
Oh my my!
Puppy!


Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!


Down puppy!
You’re such a sweet puppy when you’re not playing

Howl for me!
You’re such a good puppy when you don’t fetch like the inner circle


Little kitty you’re so pretty, made my heart stop
And I can’t find my way up

Wanna dance, you’re my fancy. I’ll call you
Come on girl, what can I do?

Baby girl, come and play
Got a feeling you’re gonna say…

“I’m having a ball. I just want it all!—”

No, Puppy

 
Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!

All them puppies think they love me
It’s so ugly

All them puppies think they want me
You can’t haunt me


Bad puppy!
“Master to me,” Puppy, what are you saying?

You got your hand on my leash, and you beg me to speak

Such a fool
Thought I’d bloom in the moon just for you


Little kitty, what a pity, and they won’t stop bawling, calling

Wanna dance, you’re my fancy. I’ll call you

Baby girl, come and play
Got a feeling you’re gonna say…

“I’m having a ball. I just want it—”

(meow)

No, Puppy!


Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Oh my my!
What’d he say?
You don’t like it, well you don’t play

Get your doggie on a leash, baby
Bad Puppy! Bad Puppy!
It’s so ugly!

All them puppies think they love me
It’s so ugly

All them puppies think they want me
You can’t haunt me


Your little mind will go around
And then you’ll find you’re going down

Little kitty you’re so pretty, made my heart stop
And I can’t find my way up

I’m having a ball. I just want it all!

Bad Puppy!

The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres.  What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you’ve ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who’s releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label. 

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day’s since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

“We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there,” says Day, who produced the album himself. “So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn’t really sound like it, because it’s so analog-sounding.” Day also points out that “there’s not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones.”

Day’s amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed (“Hoarders”) and our overmedicated society (“Meds”), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There’s an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation. 



Forrest Day - Sleepwalk

Gypsy Bard

I've been tinkering with music since I was a kid, composing tunes for fun. Nowadays, I mainly write orchestral scores for video games. Alongside this, with an extensive career in the games industry as a tools programmer I've now focused my skills on developing next-generation sample libraries and music software.

Rick Dangerous Reorchestrated

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