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Absolute Territory

All We Have Is Now / Limbo (Orchestral Versions)

Limbo (Orchestral version)


The ep kicks off with Born to Be Loud, a song I first wrote over 20+ years ago when I was just learning to play, heavily inspired by Oasis’s Rock ’n’ Roll Star. Revisiting it from my old demo, I wasn’t sure it would make the cut—some of the lines feel a bit cheesy to sing now, two decades later—but it’s hard to deny it still works as a proper opener. Big, loud, and unapologetic, it sets the tone as a banger right from the start.

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BORN TO BE LOUD__

Let It Go, Let Me Go

Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action

Evil Eye

New Skin

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Here it is! The Blizzcon Song Contest Winner (1st PLACE) 2011!!! 
Unfortunately, due to Blizzard's rules, the entire song is under two minutes long. However, this song more than makes up for the lack of space! 

PvP follows my adventures through both life in the world of Azeroth and my own life as well. Whether it's a beautiful Night Elf Rogue, trapped in a tower in Tol Barad or whether it's a girl, out of my reach, this song is about love AND my love for World of Warcraft. I always said I'd make a song chronicling my rise from 1-85 and this is as good as it's going to get! 

Please enjoy the 1st place winning entry from Blizzard's Song Contest 2011!

Lyrics:
This is my war song all for you 
I just do not know what to do 
I keep on coming back it's true 
At 10 I knew my place was here 
So leave your doubts and have no fear 
The righteous path is clear 

Pay me no heed I'm about to cause a shakeup 
Why won't you just wake up 
Why can't you just take up 
Arms to defend yourself against me? 
Dashing young rogues can't be helped when consecrated 
I still stand elated 
Even when berated 
Wish you could just see what I see 
The gates have opened once again 
A winter valley, summer sand 
And all my friends, they tell me 

Yeah, you got class 
Yeah, you got style 
How will you make it at 85? 
This world's a battleground 
You're lucky, even now, to be alive 
From the ruins to the flag 
I'll take it back I'll strike you down 
I'll strike you down 

Under-geared everywhere I look around me 
Gnomes can still astound me 
Trying to confound me 
We don't have this problem, but you do 
Excuse me miss, but I'd like to cash my honor 
Thought I was a goner 
Should have done a runner 
But I still stood and fought for you 

From the ruins to the flag 
I'll take it back I'll strike you down 
I'll strike you down 

Tol Barad 
It ain't so bad 
Surrounded by my friends 
Brave the weather 
Fight the storm 
Stay together 
Live once more 
Overpowered, my desire 
Is to meet you in that spire 
I'm on fire, can't cool down, oh can't you see? 
It means too much to me 
My life is PVP

Anyone for a rousing tune comprised of pony filled cartoons and club-like music? Didn't think so. But here's 20 Percent Cooler, a massive shout-out to something that's entertained me for quite some time. Thanks, Lauren. And a massive thanks to Siobhan for providing me with some SWAG artwork.
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Lyrics:
Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

7 colors in your hair
Get your boots on dear 'cause we're going out there
Don't care bout the dress code
Put it on, let's go
Girls go wild 'cause we're going "al fresco"
Ha!
No need to perform
Hands on our bodies gonna keep our skills warm
We need social reform 'cause we're just so criminal
Linguist subliminal, damages minimal

Top percentile, largest fraction
Massive attraction, girl-on-girl action
Stop that, I'm gonna need a redaction
Drop that, you already got your reaction
Me? I'm gonna keep on smiling
You? You're gonna need restyling
I got the quote back
From the jeweler
You're getting 20 percent cooler

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

Shhhhhhhh
Reduce that treble
There's an 8 or 9 who think they're on my level
Like a rebel in a bunker getting shelled with a mortar
Bump up and down cause I think you ought'a 
Place your hand on my thigh
Don't be coy, I can hear you sigh
Grinding your hips, I'll be flashing my pink
And in ten seconds flat you'll be back with a drink

Wooo!
Bring out the Bacardi
Twilight, Sparkle, up in the party
Tap that, like a phone in the cold war
Room on the third floor, knocking at my front door
Me? I'm kind of a rarity
You? Work that dexterity
Lean back now, here's what I meant
Getting cooler by 20 percent

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We're getting 20 percent cooler! x4

Yeah I own this beat
You can call me the king or the ruler
Felon on bass, getting hoarse at the mic
We're getting 20 percent cooler

We had a great day out
Calling my name like Ferris Bueller
It's time to wrap this up
We're getting 20 percent cooler

20 Percent Cooler

Hora Hora~ 
Game of the year, all years, Monster Girl Quest (Monmusu Quest! Zenshou ~Makereba Youjo ni Okasareru~) provides an accurate portrayal of fighting for the greater good. I'll never lose because, if I do, the monster girls will violate me. And that's terrible. 
I have too much fun playing this NOT SAFE FOR WORK AT ALL game and I had too much fun making this song. Hope you enjoy it!  Special thanks to Nyanners and Ste (http://getvent.tumblr.com) for making all of this possible.

Lyrics:
Pick up my sword it's time to do business 
Strap on my cloak I'm 'bout to roll with this 
When you're this swag this world just bows at your knees 

Call me the chef cause I'll make your blood boil 
(Hora Hora) Gimme some of dat coil 
Snake oil 'cause you know I aim to please 

Tickle my fancy, tickle my prostate 
Don't get me off cause I'll just get irate 
Put in my place but I'll break out once again 

All these encounters may just leave me scarred 
And when I'm rock hard, I fucking rock hard 
Like Alice, we're down the rabbit hole my friend 

I don't give a damn, not an iota 
Motherfucker, I'm the Straightest Shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 

Lately I know I'm going so crazy 
Never thought goodness would be so hazy 
Once you wrap me up yeah you know I'm caught 

But sorry, baby, I just can't get with this 
Gotta get out and get back to business 
Tofu or Tail? Oh, it's food for thought 

I don't give a damn, not an iota 
Motherfucker, I'm the Straightest Shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 

We'll see the light of day again my dear 
Let's go on an adventure 
The heavens frown upon us on this day 
But I've still got my quota 
Motherfucker, I'm the straightest shota 

I'm on a quest of which I know that I can never fail 
I will prevail 
Even though there may be many foes stalking my trail 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail 
(Oooooo) 
I'm in love 
Weak at the knees and yeah I'm growing pale 
Only one thing left to do 
Touch Fluffy Tail

Touch Fluffy Tail

Absolute Territory (or Zettai Ryouiki 絶対領域) details the area of the thigh between the skirt and the sock. It has been said that this mysterious and dangerous area is a magnet for one's gaze... 
Artwork by: Gashi-gashi (gashi45.tumblr.com)

Lyrics:
She's got a fetish for fine art 
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt 
She goes right to my heart 
She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt 

I get the feeling I'm in deep 
Troubled waters but they're only thigh-high 
This kind of girl don't get no sleep 
Don't wake your father, skip the starters, strap those garters up 
Oh my my! 

Checkered pattern on your skirt 
I see you flaunting, see you taunting, it's so sickening 
I can't resist the way you flirt 
I should be dead but my heartbeat's quickening 

I get the feeling less is more 
It's an excuse just to shake your little derrière 
That ratio; a perfect score 
A girl's status is measured by her denier 

Lie down baby 
Arch your back now 
Maybe you can help me get what I want 
Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine 
It's all about the game and what you flaunt 

Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you 
When you know that you're not teasing me 
She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory 

(You're so hotly contested, here's a tip 
You should rename your thighs to the Gaza Strip) 

That's it, baby, take control 
You're so enticing, mesmerizing, don't know how to react 
You're gonna steal my very soul 
More manslaughter than the third impact 

I see you strutting in that pleat 
Double-taking, yeah I'm shaking and you know it shows 
This kind of girl just can't be beat 
She whispers in my ear 
Take off your clothes 

Lie down baby 
Arch your back now 
Maybe you can help me get what I want 
Curve your little spine and tell me that you're mine 
It's all about the game and what you flaunt 

Yeah, I know that there's no pleasing you 
When you know that you're not teasing me 
She's an absolute terror for Absolute Territory

We are disgraced to live in these cages we call walls.
Art by Junkpuyo: http://junkpuyo.tumblr.com/

Lyrics:
Destroy apathy and hope 
Destroy everything you own 
Nihilistic tendencies within my bones 
You gotta break a few 
You gotta lose it all 

This fear
No, I'm not ashamed 
Giants tower over bodies charred and maimed 
Am I sick with a disease or am I sane 
You gotta start to run 
Before you learn to crawl 

My mind's a wreck 
They tell me everything will be okay 
Well, I wanna be the hunter not the hunted 
I wanna be the killer not the prey 

My heart can't take much more 
Constantly repeating every single beat I felt before 
Every single time I hit that wall 
Crystal bodies hold me tight 
As I fall into the night 
Just for a chance to see the light 

The beating of the drum 
That I heard so many times I became numb 
Are we constantly tormented just for fun 
We'll never understand 
The killer starting gun 

Hold your breath and plunge too deep 
My demons always had my soul to keep 
And I'm dying every time I fall asleep 
I wanna be reborn 
Instead of being done 

My mind's a wreck 
What use is believing if I can't pray 
I wanna be the hunter not the hunted 
I wanna live one more day 

Can't take much more 
Constantly repeating every single beat I felt before 
Every single time I hit that wall 
Crystal bodies hold me tight 
As I fall into the night 
Just for a chance to see the light 

Give me a chance to see the light 

Human disease 
I'm getting sick of it 
Fall to your knees 
Fake it till it washes all away

Hunter

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