kinda sloppy cover of one of my favorite bands. may or may not have gotten some of the lyrics switched around at one point, but shhhhhh

in other news, i finished the album i've been working on around a couple weeks ago. no release date as of yet, but i'll post something when i get the info.

art by pansagge on twt

swans - failure (cover)

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these are your ghosts

what have you done, you said you'd settle soon
look where you are now
you followed blindly to live an ideal life
you never listened
what do you have to show for yourself
besides a broken vow
you'll learn the hard way the dangers of your ways
you better listen

what did you think you'd accomplish doing this
look where you landed
to think you had so much faith in this
that you never listened
do the scars and bruises make you right
you're looking stranded
you'll learn the hard way the dangers of your ways
you better listen

pseudorealism

"'this world is mine,' damn right," he says, picks apart the room with his eyes
preys on a poor soul with a good heart, the kind that cries at good music
"poor man, this guy," as he spots the gullible prize
walks up calm and collected, silver tongue and he knows how to use it
"hey there, heard your work on the internet. got spunk, and i'm making you a deal:
i got ties to the big name people, the real ones that call the new wave.
come on, this is once in a lifetime, come hop in the automobile."
got his prey on the catch with a smirk, he's got his own audio slave

culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you

been a while since he felt this depressed, living his life in fear of the future
but for now, he's slumped in the corner of a club, drowning out his brain with the sound
making money doing deadend jobs, and living life in the back of a greyhound
a passenger that can only watch as the universe plays out its sick sense of humor
but at least he got music on the side, some kind of hope in the bleak ordeal
making beats in the dark with broke headphones, the sines send all the pain below
shares it all with the world, might as well, all a stage in the infinity show
but oh damn, one day he gets a call: "i wanna make you a deal"

feast on the fool, oh feast on the fool, while he still got shine
make him a star, yeah make him a star
where will he go now, where will he go? to the peak or the mines?
prince or a slave, yeah prince or a slave? 

culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you

culture vulture

i'm all alone and i like it a lot, drag me around
and i start to feel like i'm barely there at all
i know you mean well, but up on the ground
there's nothing except a cage with glass walls
i'm just a ghost that you barely know
my pulse is shifting and changing to meet what you expect
i'm barely a friend, amalgam a blend
consider me an inanimate object

i yearn for things i can't achieve
an addict for disappointment's curse
while wearing my heroes on my sleeves
i'm lost in these shirts

i don't deserve to think the things i do
at least that's what they say, all that i know is that
i'm not so sure, but even if it's true
pride will be the death of me

is this what you want, to see me look lost, i guess you got your wish
cause i'm feeling like i shouldn't be here now
i'm out of my league, and you damn well
so give me a minute, i'll be back when i'm able

i yearn for things i can't achieve
an addict for disappointment's curse
while wearing my heroes on my sleeves
i'm lost in these shirts

i don't deserve to think the things i do
at least that's what they say, all that i know is that
i'm not so sure, but even if it's true
pride will be the death of me

prolonged exposure (pride death)

this may not be what you want,
but trust me, it's all that you need
just be realistic, please

i know that you want success,
but no-one gets that far, you see
be realistic, please

half of all you say is fantasy
just be realistic, please

talking like you'll make it big
don't get caught in the vanity
just be realistic please

disappointment's all you'll find
when you think of your stupid dreams
be realistic, please

half of all you say is fantasy
just be realistic, please

hyperrealism

i got a tiny puddle in my wallet; not enough to water shit, but that's what i deserve, i guess
can't grab hold of a job longer than several whole months; triangular shape in a circular hole
this broken faucet's drying up before my eyes, and i already see effects
i can see all the cracks forming into the earth, and my car's looking dead cause i can't pay the toll
there's talk of something big outside of this place, somewhere i can live out my life in peace
somewhere far away from the drying land, erased with its cool and hardened streets
it's time to chase the future in front of my eyes, it's beckoning its way with its glassy hand
i'll pack up my belongings and never look back, and leave it all behind

come on, come on, come on, come on, it's an
urban freakshow and we're all invited
smell the city in its concrete glory and
drive, drive, drive, drive
come on, come on, come on, come on, we got
tickets to the jungle and it's flashing its greens
chase the money to the point you can't walk
then pick up the keys, get out the door, fill up, and
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive

i'm on a long road in the heat, seems it doesn't ever end, and there's so little turns or bends
dust clouds and mirages smudge the gradient that surrounds my rusty steed
been driving for hours, passing countless small towns as i leave my past for dead
i'm too young to stay still and die poor in a box, gotta move while i can still catch up to speed
but what if i'm doing this whole thing wrong?
and i'm wasting all this time on nothing?
is it too late now to turn around?
maybe i should go back home- no time, there's a future ahead, so leave it all behind

come on, come on, come on, come on, it's an
urban freakshow and we're all invited
smell the city in its concrete glory and
drive, drive, drive, drive
come on, come on, come on, come on, we got
tickets to the jungle and it's flashing its greens
chase the money to the point you can't walk
then pick up the keys, get out the door, fill up, and
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive

this isn't what you'd thought it'd be, huh
this isn't what you'd thought it'd be like at all

tickets to the jungle

breathe, you're awake, open up and feast your eyes
big open fields greet your form, with natural mass
there's a whole world waiting to see you fly
through the sun and air, you'll feel alive
in the strongest wind above the grass
feel your feet hit dirt, you're moving fast

run, make your break, under sun and bright blue sky
see impossible towers looming tall, climb the walls, and don't look back
there's a whole world waiting to see you fly
through the sun and air, you'll feel alive
in the strongest wind above the grass
feel the time slip by, you're moving fast

stick figure in a field

for HYPROBCOMP02

https://hyperrobinlabel.bandcamp.com/album/glowing-orange-a-slow-fade-from-thought-to-being

cold tunnel downpour

i have $20 to my name and barely post here anyway

bye for the time being i guess

last post before my pro unlimited runs out

cover of a deftones song

new album's done btw, just gotta wait on a release date for it

my own summer (shove it)

i'm finally a legal adult now, so here's this

samples:

daft punk - robot rock
a reese's puffs commercial
death grips - streaky
clipping. - body & blood
the dk rap
009 sound system - dreamscape
kendrick lamar - king kunta

i own none of the material sampled

cysteke's fantastical 18th birthday bonanza

aka the longest title for an upload i've ever done
don't know why i haven't uploaded this sooner, but it's here now i guess

art by https://twitter.com/pansagge

https://soundcloud.com/moeshop/luda-gets-funky
https://soundcloud.com/user-550977011/lordsun-b-r-e-a-k

samples:
ludacris - how low
chicago - street player

moe shop / lordsun - luda gets funky / 手さぐりの b r e a k (cysteke remix/remake)

not really that good since this was done in one sitting, but it was interesting coming up with it anyway

mashes:

the cure - just like heaven
king gizzard and the lizard wizard - am i in heaven

heavenish

obama beatbox type beat

i only played pro skater 3 and underground 2 as a kid lmao

thps1 menu music
madvillain - america's most blunted

thps1+2 remaster got me like

check this out

profile pic by pansagge on twitter

cysteke

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