I love ghost and wanted only the end but for this song. SUGGESTIONS IN THE COMMENT PLS 🧍‍♀️. Image isn’t mine.

Appetite of a people-pleaser - Ghost and Pals (only the end bit)

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS TRACK. ALL CREDIT GOES TO GATLINGGROINK57 ON YOUTUBE. ♥︎

𖤐  ͙˚˖  𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦

Moonlight Tsundere — Lyrics

“Eternal Tide” is a moving orchestral pop & ballad tribute to Jūshirō Ukitake, the noble captain of the Thirteenth Division in Bleach.
Blending sweeping orchestral swells with heartfelt ballad tones, the song reflects his unwavering loyalty, the quiet strength that defied illness, and his role as both protector and guide. Calm as the waves yet unyielding in spirit, Ukitake’s honor flows like an ocean without end.

Eternal Tide

Lyrics:

(Heh. This is ridiculous.)

One of me is my enemy
the other me is a pretty cool guy
but I haven't seen him around lately
we don't see eye to eye

There's too much noise and too much spit
but I think I've gotten the hang of it
or at least I thought I did
until you up and kicked the bucket
(Wait! I mean... oh, f*ck it)

(Would you just get out of here? I'm trying to concentrate!)

What do you see in him? What could I say
to convince you not to hop his way?
I've never been too good at the ebb and sway
much prefer the electrical current

The bees are buzzing in my mind
that double crossing and two-timing (get it?)
prospectors pan shifting through sand
searching for a golden nugget

Little brains build little bridges trying to connect, but I'm already on the other side,
you'd know a lot about that, right? I'm twice the man as he is, I'll work for you double-time

Would that be fine?

:D *SNARKY WHISTLE BREAK!* :D

(C'mon seriously?)

Of course it's fine.

(Okay, cut it out. That's it. I'm serious. No whistling.)

Primarily, I'm primary
though some may say I'm incomplete
and should be in a jar
label me "DO NOT EAT"

Hope has struck me in the face
and with his ace of clubs he shoved me
back into the race
cause second place still wins a trophy

I might have overheated, now remind me how I died, was it my motherboard, or just my RAM?
Now I've found a player two in you, I'm glad I fried, I'm using every second that I can
of Double Time, Double Time...

Double trouble bursting bubbles
Where you go I'll follow
Hollow-eyed and now I'm fine
I'm only making up for lost time

Tick and tock and red and blue
The colours and the sounds I never knew
When they were all I saw
Now sightless-eyed and empty-jawed

Double Time...

(...Oh geeze, what is it now? Okay, here. Give it over here. You're just making it worse.

But don't bug me anymore unless it's an emergency, okay?...)

Double Time - A Sollux Captor Fansong By PhemieC

Bad Idea-Lemon Demon

The rhythms of hip-hop provide a placemat for nervously melodic splendor and a melting pot of genres.  What are we to call this compellingly oddball mélange of rock, rap, jazz, reggae, and other influences, all in sway to some of the most mirthfully self-conscious streams of consciousness you’ve ever heard? We could call it attention-deficit-disorder rock. Or maybe we should just call it Forrest Day, the Bay-area bandleader who’s releasing his self-titled full-length debut on the Ninth Street Opus label. 

Cohorts include guitarist Terrell Liedstrand, a bandmate of Day’s since they were both 15, and bassist John Sankey, another high school buddy. Keyboard player Nick Wyner also came on board when the band was founded in 2006, and Jasper Skydecker joined up as their first full-time drummer a year later. When they went into the studio together for the first time, it was with several years of live performances under their belts and a chemistry that Day wanted to capture—and ever-so-slightly digitally tamper with.

“We hit analog tape with everything, but then dumped it into ProTools to manipulate it there,” says Day, who produced the album himself. “So a lot of it is like a big marriage between actual performance and then, in editing, turning some of the songs into loops—though it doesn’t really sound like it, because it’s so analog-sounding.” Day also points out that “there’s not a sample on the record. We brought in real violin players, who were in the room with real saxophones.”

Day’s amusingly confessional songwriting dabbles in social commentary about corporate greed (“Hoarders”) and our overmedicated society (“Meds”), among other concerns. But he returns again and again to everyday struggles common to itinerant musicians and non-musicians alike: bad bosses, lost jobs, debt collectors, and the girlfriend as muse or unwitting patron of the arts. There’s an elaborate work ethic apparent in these meticulously crafted tunes that would seem to put the lie to lyrics that talk about being dreamy, uncertain, and aimless. What we have on this striking debut, then, is a collection of incredibly focused anthems for an unfocused generation. 



The Grease

8-Bit Versions of System of a Down

Violent Pornography

Songs for the Gatekeeper

Tesco Value Wheel Of Progress

Can you believe that I couldn't come up with a title for this
Also please excuse my amateurish attempts at making transitions, I'm learning

(Art by GHOST: https://twitter.com/GHOST_AND_PALS/status/1173128753108725760)

Tesco Value Wheel Of Progress

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