GO FORTH AND DIE

This is my cover of dead meories by slipknot, i used a backing track conformed by bass and drums, i added the guitars,  put mick thompson's guitar on the left channel and jim's is on the right channel , that's how it is in the studio version of the song, then i added a middle channel wich is an extra guitar playing solos and some details that the song has , i've just started playing slipknot so im not used to the speed and some rhythms of this guys, but i really love this song,hope you like it (8 ( i dint play the solo completely) i wanted to find this with the vocals of corey but i couldnt :L this way you can aprpreciate all the guitar work


Slipknot -Dead Memories

Not made by me, original can be found on Youtube at https://youtu.be/13GSdE4ww3g

115 -  Obkatiekat X Apricot【COVER】

Rock Am Ring

Crawling

【COVER】115 (Elena Siegman)【Futakuchi Mana 二口魔菜】

Recorded live at Acer Arena, Sydney, Australia on November 13, 2010.

Damage, Inc. (Live - November 13, 2010 - Sydney, Australia)

Read-read-read
note-note-note
footnote the soul of a mole in a coat
Ink-ink-ink
scratch-scratch-scratch
argue ‘bout the meaning of the word dispatch
Mark-mark-mark
quote-quote-quote
stack your sources ‘til the shelves revolt

Our coffee’s black as our funding gap
our deadlines bend like a yoga map
We publish thoughts no one will heed
but glory’s in the planted seed

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

We mine in texts nobody reads
stacking scrolls like ancient reeds
A grant’s a dragon guarding lore
you flatter it, it gives you more

Work-work-work, till the candles die
rewrite the truth with a scholar’s lie
Proof-proof-proof till the moon’s been spun
and toast to the joy of the kingdom of Some

Ink-stained hands and a mind half-mad
argue with ghosts you never had
Measure the weight of a metaphor’s bone
and carve your thesis into stone

Trade your hours for immortal lines
digging through dust for half-formed signs
Argue ‘til dawn on a point obscure
declare the riddle “still unsure”

Who holds the key to the scholar’s vault?
"We do! We do! It’s all our fault!"
Who stacks the scrolls ‘til the shelves cave in?
"We do! We do! Let the work begin!"

Push-push-push the ink along
sing-sing-sing the unwritten song
laugh-laugh-laugh at the scholar’s jest
then bind it in the Book of Rest
Dig-dig-dig through the dusty mind
find-find-find what the rest won’t find

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

And when the ink runs dry at last
we drink to the future
and footnote the past
Read-read-read
Write-write-write

Work-work-work, until the thought gets weird
debate the length of an unseen beard
Draft-draft-draft, then tear the page
we’re the chorus and the cage

Work-Work-Work

Recorded in a bunker wired with rusted amplifiers and glowing CRT monitors.
Produced by Megaton Assault (DJ, J Burbs, with special assistance from rogue AIs).
Mixed in fallout dust, mastered in static.

Band Members (real and imagined):

DJ (The Raccoon) – Vocals, Rhythm Guitar (Jackson Rhoads V, tuned to rage)
J Burbs – Lead Guitar (Flying V, eternal dive-bombs)
The Evil Computer – Backup Vocals, Bass (clanking, distorted, never quantized)
Drum Machine 9000 – Drums (programmed to out-blast human limbs)

Special Thanks:
To the almighty pit, the radioactive riffs of the 80s, and the countless surveillance cameras still rolling after the bombs fell.

Synthetic Winter

Produced by Mark Xenophontos

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos

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I think I'm a wicked man
Devil had me from the start
Took my soul right from my hand
Left me with a broken heart

She whispered poison in my ear
Told me lies I wanted to hear
Ran away from all I knew
Ten long years of missing you

She pulled me down again
Again and again and again
Broken on the bathroom floor
Don't know what I'm living for

She pulled me down again
Again and again and again
Lost inside this endless war
Can't find who I was before

People that I used to trust
Cut me down and left me cursed
Walking through these flames of hell
Got no story left to tell

She pulled me down again
Again and again and again
Broken on the bathroom floor
Don't know what I'm living for

She pulled me down again
Again and again and again
Lost inside this endless war
Can't find who I was before

But when death came for my soul
And I lost all self control
Had to cry out through the pain
Jesus break these heavy chains

From these depths I call your name
Jesus wash away my shame
From these depths I call to you
Only you can see me through

From these depths I call your name
Never let me fall again
From these depths you hear my cry
Lift me up where eagles fly

From these depths
From these depths
Pull me through

Crawling

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