I love the gritty vocals! Here's your face while you sing the chorus: ಠ\_ಠ

Get em vocals with an Edgy beat equals a W.

This is probably the best song I have heard on Game of Bands.

Music by memefilter
Vocals by spotlightboxer
Lyrics by Graham Lester
From Game of Bands

New York City’s Last Surviving One-Man Band

I was standing near Penn Station   
Someone tried to sell me crack  
I was saying, “No, not me man”   
When I heard a sudden crack  
I woke up in the gutter  
Almost hit by someone’s car  
And that was when I noticed that  
They’d stolen my guitar   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band    

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my piano,  
I’d play . . .  

Well, I went down to Ground Zero  
I was feeling kind of down  
I want to be a local hero  
But it’s not that kind of town  
Three hookers tried to stab me  
As I stared into the pool  
They took my precious fiddle  
Then they played “Three Maids from School”   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my banjo,  
I’d play . . .  

I went to Greenwich Village  
To drink off that last attack  
But I felt a shotgun’s pressure  
In the center of my back  
Tiny old man in a Stetson  
Tells me in a raspy voice  
“Your life or your harmonica!   
Now, hurry up – your choice.”   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my harmonica,  
I’d play . . .  

I was looking for some comfort  
I was feeling quite bereft  
I used to have twelve instruments  
And now I’d just three left  
I was roughed up by a tranny  
Down on Seventh Avenue  
His performance was uncanny  
On my stolen best kazoo  

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my kazoo,  
I’d play . . .  

Going back to California  
To protect my new guitar  
Where the people don’t all scorn ya  
And they recognize a star  
I can still afford to fly there  
I’m not quite reduced to rags  
I would book a flight this morning  
But they always steal my bags  

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my ukulele  
I’d play . . .  


New York City's Last Surviving One Man Band

Lyrics by Jack Cevalo

I came in on a train, I think
My memory’s smokey: No pun intended
Don’t know what I want, and
Not quite sure how to get it
I’d say that he wronged me
But his house is empty
At least it would be, if
It was still standing

How can I stop, the job’s not done
Why would I stop, it’s so much fun
Why should I stop, let’s burn this town
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

I stole a silver spoon, or two
And his fire escape, really burned
I walked in on a man, he
Looked at the burning homes and turned
There were other children, trying
To prove they were free
Acting as one, to
Show their individuality
By copying me

How can I stop, the job’s not done
Why would I stop, it’s so much fun
Why should I stop, let’s burn this town
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

I may sound like I have no remorse
I wish that could be true
But burgalarsonarsonry
Is so much fun to do

How can I stop, the job’s not done
Why would I stop, it’s so much fun
Why should I stop, let’s burn this town
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ashes, ashes, everyone falls down

Ashes and Arsonry ft. llywellynsion

http://www.reddit.com/r/gameofbands/
Game Of Bands Epoch 4 Round 4
magikker, Hotsp0t & jubeisanchansama

MC Marvel

I’ve played a lot of privates shows over the years, but Batman really know’s how to throw a party. The bat booze was flowing and the bat cave was bumpin’.  A far better vibe than the last one we did for superman. I mean seriously.... The fortress of solitude? What kind of place for a party is that? 


I was a young MC fresh off the streets
With a hot best selling brand new EP
When I was invited out to play a private show
In a mansion on a hill down a dark spooky road
It was the after party, to the annual convention
of the American society of psychic crime prevention
And as I rolled up, a storm rolled in
I shook off the rain and got the place bumpin’
I was hot on the mic ‘til lightning struck the house
and I took 10,000 volts right in the mouth
It knocked me out and I should have been dead
But when I came to I had a voice in my head
A guiding soul with wisdom not bound by time
That would lend me it’s voice when I spoke in rhymes
So I took to the streets and started fighting crime
MC Marvel brings justice with the bump and grind

My flow’s hotter than the human torch
I deliver lines faster than the flash
The hulk’s got nothing on these smash hits
MC Marvel on the mic

With my mask, cape and boombox in tow
accompanied by my sidekick DJ Supro
I reveal the future with my lyrical prose
With important info in every slick flow
I deliver rhymes when danger’s coming
so If I drop the beat you better be running
My delivery is steady and powerful
But my powers aren’t completely infallible
They only work as I deliver rhymes
So even with all the warning signs
It’s still kinda hard to find just the right lines
That would save a person’s life in time
Sometime I just want to shout, “duck!”
But I have to make it rhyme and I might get stuck
So I don’t rack my brain for a perfect phrase
I use, “Move! citizen get out the way”
I’m generically trying to save your life today
And specifically keep you away from a train
It’s a little clumsy, that I’ll cede
But lyricism is less important when there’s immediate need

I’m keepin’ it flyer than Superman
I’m friendlier than your hood’s Spider-Man
Storm’s not the only one that’ll make it rain
MC Marvel on the mic

I stopped all the crime, the whole city was chillin’
When a dejected producer became a supervillain
He met the piped piper, sampled some beats
And now inner city youth do all his dirty deeds
It’s like a war being waged out in the streets
It keeps this super hero super busy
And he’s never seen at the scene of his crimes
So it’s hard to get him serving hard time
Cause there’s laws against copyright infringement
But nothing stopping him from remixing
hits song with hypnotic intentions
And en’rin’ radio remix competitions
It’s too hot to handle for the police commission
Parents are left worrying and wishin’
For a halt to all the rogue transmissions
‘fore the city needs a music prohibition
So I’m using my psychic premonitions
To make it safe for children and musicians
Tune in each week with your parents permission
To join MC Marvel on his crime fightin’ mission.

Stan Lee wishes he could write like this
From Gotham to Metropolis
I’m keeping it safe for all the party people
MC Marvel on the mic

"There must be something rotten in Denmark, Cause this beat is sick!"

GOB - MC Marvel

Reddit Game of Bands E5R2 Team 11's submission
Lyrics: magikker, Music: cee-kay, Vocals: brokenbirthday
Theme: Write about a book or TV Show or movie.
Our pick: American Gods [book], by Neil Gaiman.
All samples used are in the Public Domain.


American Gods

I Hung myself from the wind rocked tree
Upside down, three by three
Felt a bit like Jesus Christ
As the spear pierced my side

To wield the strength of the world’s belief
Yet still fade from thoughts and memory
We’re sinking slow into the sands of time
But I was not destined for the slow decline

Now there’s an altar in every room
A TV shrine, the modern tribute
To next cheap celebrity
To flicker across the silver screen

And every night there’s more sacrifice
Another dead for an instant high
A populace plugged in and always online
The idols have never been more alive

And they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods American Gods
and they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods American Gods

But if I can fade they can too
The storm that’s coming is long overdue
The whole world is drawing up sides
And out here it’s an eye for an eye

And they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods  American Gods
And they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods  American Gods

and they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods American Gods
and they bow down to their American Gods.
American Gods American Gods

brokenbirthday, CK, magikker - American Gods

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