Name: Luma-Fi by bmo_dreams
Duration: 2 min 43 s
Description: Happy 35th anniversary to Mario! I got ya'll on the sad song from Galaxy

Kanye West -Stronger (KwanLi Mix)

Psychokinetic Love Songs

Stress Headache!

Stress Headche!

a poem

I feel like nothing was real until I met you

Fionna (sped up)

Ahhh...
What to say about this cover... (・_・;)
It started when on twitter when I mischievously said I'd cover it for Ska Punk International in celebration for when they hit a set patron goal (75)! Which if this has came out, that has happened! Congrats ☆:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:☆!!!

In regards to this actual damn cover itself! Wow, just fucking woah, this took a lot! I went into this wanting to arrange something that blended New Jack Swing with a lot of the characteristics of Rocksteady! I feel like fucking Victor Rice with this cover, I swear!!! Along with that I didn't want GUITAR to feel like the main instrument, and while there is that underlining stickbassline, I see that more as part of, or maybe you could say an extension of the Bass.

Special Thank you and shout out to: Kenny, Lilith, Sofia, Josh, Anj, Ramona, Nina, Ten, Coffee and Weed!
Thanks for listening and comment what your favorite moment in the song is! I gotta know!!! >:3
credits


This is a cover of the New Edition Song of the same name. Shoutout New Edition and Ray Parker Jr. I guess!!!

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE:
Kenny Malloy - A Majority of the toasting and Adlibing
Cover Artwork - Anj Capizzi
Beth Rivera - This damn arrangement and preforming and producing this damn cover right here on this freakin' bandcamp right here on the internet. And also the cover layout/design

MR.TELEPHONE-MAN

Lyrics:


There's a McDonald's in the Pentagon

I work at the McDonald's in the Pentagon

Yeah there's not a bunch of spots for lunch

but but it's a killer gig, back flipping up the big macs


Serve em in the Pentagon

The other vendors came and went, they're gone 

It did not go well for Taco Bell

And there was all that stress

at the old panda express so


Stick with us and youre set

Our cooking's standard, straight from corporate

It'll be like any other location

'cept no small talk about your occupation


Not allowed at the McDonald's in the Pentagon 

Reheating nuggets, we put plenty on

And our faces flush through every rush

The beeps get so discordant but your work is so important


Working at the Pentagon

Are you happy to be working at the Pentagon?

All the door dash drivers get confused

cuz users blew through the clues, didn't peruse the reviews

cuz like

You just dropped a check on McDonald's not checking which one that you Spent it on? 

Bitch you hit the Pentagon! 


[2 measures]


At the McDonalds in the Pentagon

There's quite lot of rules... cuz it's the Pentagon

They'll often request random drug tests

So all my buddies stick to cigarettes and liquor 


I don't like either, 

they make me wanna throw up

But since I would like a breather 

I buy packs of smokes and show up

I hate asking for spares, 

and otherwise why am I there? For air?

Ripe for firing just for slacking and admiring


humid afternoons

In Arlington, Virgina Junes

Hot pavement's stainless countertops

wiped clean when the orders finally stop


Break's over !

Across the way we face a chocolate shop

The Pentagon has a McDonald's and a chocolate shop

It was an allocation 

from the Bush administration 

I don't care for those jerks, but I sure care for the girl that works there!


She's at the register. 

My heart's mcfluttering...

but it never registers

and all The feds are muttering

But the meat thermometer

I only use it on hers

She's the only soul I would protect here from e. coli! 


Get another serving in! look in my eyes!

I really mean it when I say I hope you supersize

I fantasize fries expire into cyanide

I say they're fresh but I lied, 

convincing them I'm on their side

 

If you've reached the epic peak of every patriot's ambition

Come to my place of employment for the inverse of nutrition 

Only we know our mcflurry tactic's liberational 

With special clearance to know if that machine is operational..


ITS NOT



McDonalds in the Pentagon

'Point A'
SoundCloud only.

—
This one’s for U . . .
		. . . but U gotta look into my eyes first . . . 

I want you to be mad you didn’t think of it
I want you to want to keep the plastic
I want you to extract the acapella
I want you to feel like you can grasp it

I want that Poplife walk right talk nice
I want that first-class New York to Japan flight
I use my God-given name more than the one you call me
I didn’t have a choice， you didn’t earn the right

I’m in six figures of debt to multiple parties
I don’t regret anything more than making Johnny johnny
I can’t wait no more， cut the room in half — 
Girls to the front， boys to the back！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I split myself in two，  I didn’t mean to give it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

I . . . O . . . U！ 

I split myself in two，  accidentally gave it all to U
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back
Get your phones out， I like how it looks from the back

—
Written and recorded in Chicago IL， San Francisco CA， Los Angeles CA， Brooklyn NY， Queens NY.

Point A

(Photo by Camilo José Vergara)

I promised myself, and a friend of mine, I'd finally make a beat that sampled some Jazz. Prior to this, I had never sampled/chopped up Jazz music.  With a bunch of samples to choose from, I wanted to go for a less obvious choice despite all instincts directing me to sample Yoko Kanno & The Seatbelts' Cowboy Bebop jazz numbers. 

Instead, I went for a sample from a band that went for a more nocturnal vibe. Particularly an album that someone I know had introduced me to in passing a long time ago. I remember he said "this album will make you wanna crawl in a hole and die."

Instead, I found myself lulled to sleep by it's dark, haunting, tones. I found it to be appealing because it stood out of the realm of what Jazz normally sounded like. Sure, it got dark, but it wasn't THAT dark. In an instant, I found myself daydreaming about a night in a city I've never been in, envisioning a noir film that hadn't been made yet...

Bronx Angel's Nocturne

Lyrics:
I feel the chill in the wind.
I see my breath in the air.
I close my eyes for a moment.
It feels like you're right there.

Throughout the times with each other
Our sacred space that we'd hold
I knew I'd love you forever.
Like an unbreakable spell. 

Whether the sun came out to join us. 
Or the moon softly observed. 
I'd wrap my arms around you. 
Cozy relief from the world

From the finest point of your whiskers
To the textured end of your tail
I'd gladly be your forever
For every breath you inhale

And I know it's hard to fathom
What it's like for our mortal minds
But when I hold you
And you hold me
I can tell there's something divine. 


I'd say this is the first time I've ever truly made a love song. Just so happens it's the first song I've ever made with a partner and the first time I've ever collaborated with my girlfriend @bmo_dreams. Bonding over the fact that we both make music; her being a chiptune artist and me being a hip-hop & electronic/industrial artist. I asked her about possibly making some loops for me. She sent me an old tune she made and let me chop it up and I quickly went to work.

At first it was a challenge. I had NEVER worked with her style of music before... but I kept trying, giving it space and time when I needed to clear my head. At one point, I found some old breakbeats my friend in Sapporo, Japan gave me about 20 years ago and used it. Just so happened that this was the thing I needed to get the gears turning. I found myself quickly writing lyrics before I even finished the instrumental and recording vocals shortly after. The whole thing resulted in a sound that joyfully reminds me of Ruby Haunt's "Sanctuary", Pizzicato Five's "Baby Love Child", George Clanton's "Make It Forever" and "Standing Outside A Broken Phonebooth With Money In My Hand" by Primitive Radio Gods.  An Indie-Pop, chiptune, alternative song that feels hopeful and tender.

I love this song.
I love you, Autumn.: As my Girlfriend, As a Person, As A Season & As a Rat. <3

BMOxRedgrave - ARMS

About ten years ago I recorded a version of Scott Pilgrims band Sex Bob-Omb using the chords from the comic book.

It's got something ridiculous like 300k views on youtube. So thought I'd upload it here for the lolz.

Launchpad Mcquack

Happy 35th anniversary to Mario! I got ya'll on the sad song from Galaxy

Luma-Fi

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