Spooky 70's undead Go Go Dancer inspired song

Necromancing

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This is an example of hybrid hip-hop/rock for a mock video game brief.

A Mocking Brief

People said it couldn't be done, but here we are, and Divorced Dad Dubstep has arrived.

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Creed - One Last Breath (onBRAND & Wednesday Club Remix)

4 guitar tracks recorded over the original song with the Pod Express

Underground (My First Story) part 1

Littering

You eat the cost of all of this thinking
Bringing not one single thought
To appreciate in the analog
Your profit margins ever shrinking
Can you bear another loss?
Something’s always what it’s not

Wring your hands make your wild demands
There’s no getting out of this without a fight
Conjure up some kind of summer love
Start littering the streets with other lives 

Commoditize the vibes into trinkets
Thread the wire through the holes
For when your memory gets undependable
Let nothing ever actually sink in 
Volunteer for the patrol
Keep the border good and closed

Give an inch check the mileage 
There’s no getting out of this without a fight
Weigh the risks, know the negatives
Start littering the streets with other lives

It’s awful maddening when nothing’s really happening
When you’re waiting around for everything to rust
But just imagine it, the crashing and collapsing
In the moment when it’s finally too much

You eat the cost of all this thinking
Bringing not one single thought

You commandeer or you disappear 
There’s no getting out of this without a fight
If you won’t kill there’s someone who will
And for all you know they’re squinting down their sights
Panning slow between your children and your wife
You can take it or don’t, but my advice?
Start littering the streets with other lives


Littering

In the world 
Where I’m actually the girl 
That I saw with her dog
And a sleeveless Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt on 
Am I still wearing through my socks?
Or less uneven in my walk?
Less illegal in my thoughts?
Are all the evils in a box?
And all the paradoxes solved once and for all?									
Am I living to the limit am I finding that I’m loving it a lot?

Live a stint
As the good samaritan 
With the nice thoughts in the fonts
Or the blue striped black flag waving there on the front lawn
When I think of what I want
Is it something that I’ve got?
Is it other people’s loss?
Is there a way to turn it off?

Each day a blur discern it from the last 
When it’s time again for taking out the trash

Habits hard to get into 
Nevermind to continue
Good behavior don’t always sway the judge

Spend some time
Fuckin feral with the guys
Leaving pain in our wake
Seeing just how many pieces people break in when they break
Grant myself a little grace
For lessons learned a little late
A couple meaningful mistakes
Bend the spiral til it’s straight

Then of course
We find our calling as a corpse
All told it’s pretty dope
It’s finally fine to just sit around and decompose

Light the candles, strap the sandals, tie the robes
Considering a couple different cults 

Habits hard to get into 
Nevermind to continue
Good behavior don’t always sway the judge
Or haven’t you heard the good news?
It isn’t even about you
Sleep sound in knowing that the whole things fucked
There’s nothing you could have done


Under the Bridge Downtown

This is the 2nd entry of the song writing challenge group that I'm in! So the theme this time around was "little slice of hell". I thought, "Wow! This will be easy. I'll just write a scornful love song." But then I thought it would be funny if I took the theme a little differently and wrote about acquiring real estate in hell. Eventually I settled in the middle somewhere and wrote about accidentally setting your Tinder location in hell, falling in love with a devil girl, and moving in.


LYRICS:
My heart's on fire but willing to pump through all this pain
I’m here in this ashy field where cinder falls like rain
Cause there’s a desire and all my friends think I’m insane, yeah

And I met her on some dating site last week
Forgot to change location from hell to Philly
It’s a blind date; eyes are melting I can’t see
Yeah my deviled angel is hotter in person... I mean that literally

Well I told you! And you’ve mentioned
The hardest part of this will be managing third degree burns
Yeah this little slice of hell can be my home!

Well I guess my health insurance might go up
The out of pocket and deductibles both suck
Ask your dad if he can find me a new job. Yeah. I’m good with that pitchfork in my hands. I swear it...

And I met her on some dating sight last week.
Yeah she likes to dance the Salsa when she’s free.
I wonder if our kids will look like me
But with a pointed tail; I guess we’ll see!

Well I told you! And you’ve mentioned
The hardest part of this will be managing third degree burns
Yeah this little slice of hell can be my home!

Well I told you! And you’ve mentioned
The hardest part of this will be managing third degree burns
Yeah this little slice of hell can be my home!

Oh woah. You and I can just chill for eternity.
Near our lake of fire... well it won’t be chilly.
And papa Lucifer will have a word with me.
When I ask him if he’d let us be married...


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LITTLE SLICE OF HELL (rough demo)

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All-purpose nerd trying to spin out way too many side projects for own good.

LITTLE SLICE OF HELL (rough demo)

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