The Torus - For Sale - Whatch'ya Gonna Do To Me?
Track 02
From our first album "For Sale"
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The Torus - Whatch'ya Gonna Do To Me? - 02

Hired to make this song.  Lyrics are not ours.  All music, mixing, mastering by memefilter.  Vocals by A_G1RL.  Cannot offer as a download, sorry.

Left Lane Loser (Groovy Mix)

Music by memefilter
Vocals by spotlightboxer
Lyrics by Graham Lester
From Game of Bands

New York City’s Last Surviving One-Man Band

I was standing near Penn Station   
Someone tried to sell me crack  
I was saying, “No, not me man”   
When I heard a sudden crack  
I woke up in the gutter  
Almost hit by someone’s car  
And that was when I noticed that  
They’d stolen my guitar   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band    

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my piano,  
I’d play . . .  

Well, I went down to Ground Zero  
I was feeling kind of down  
I want to be a local hero  
But it’s not that kind of town  
Three hookers tried to stab me  
As I stared into the pool  
They took my precious fiddle  
Then they played “Three Maids from School”   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my banjo,  
I’d play . . .  

I went to Greenwich Village  
To drink off that last attack  
But I felt a shotgun’s pressure  
In the center of my back  
Tiny old man in a Stetson  
Tells me in a raspy voice  
“Your life or your harmonica!   
Now, hurry up – your choice.”   

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my harmonica,  
I’d play . . .  

I was looking for some comfort  
I was feeling quite bereft  
I used to have twelve instruments  
And now I’d just three left  
I was roughed up by a tranny  
Down on Seventh Avenue  
His performance was uncanny  
On my stolen best kazoo  

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my kazoo,  
I’d play . . .  

Going back to California  
To protect my new guitar  
Where the people don’t all scorn ya  
And they recognize a star  
I can still afford to fly there  
I’m not quite reduced to rags  
I would book a flight this morning  
But they always steal my bags  

New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  
They wouldn’t keep on mugging me  
If they could understand  
I’m New York City’s last surviving one-man band  

Well, I wish they hadn’t taken my ukulele  
I’d play . . .  


New York City's Last Surviving One Man Band

Made for Game of Bands round 38.
Music: memefilter
Lyrics: scottpontiac
Vocals: A_G1RL

About a psycho chick that kills her friends if they step out of line. o.O

Non-Legit Friend

No Leaf Clover

Epoch 2 Round 3.  Did this for reddit Game Of Bands contest with Zuthulu on music, all_aflunters with lyrics, and myself on vocals.  This particular version was mixed by memefilter.  We won first place song with additional awards for Zuthulu for best music and myself for best vocals.  Yes, that is really me feeling oh so good with those lower notes.  
We've heard from others that it either sounds like a new James Bond song or one that you would hear with a glittery dress laying on a piano


Until The Days Are Done- GOB E2R3 Team 10

This is the first version of my brand new song living proof. Enjoy this acoustic soul song. 
Lyrics by Vincent Stone, Guitar Vincent Stone, Vocals Vincent Stone aka vi vi stone. recording at atm studios.  

Living Proof (Rough Acoustic Demo)

remixed by Psyingo(voxinfinitus.net) for maximum filth and optimum feedback. bass previously optional is now mandatory. vocal prettifications removed and replaced with dirt and rocks.

a stable housing situation, lack of suicidal ideation, and soon-to-be financial stability would seem to forebode new material in the works.

-cat

glitterbox EP - filthier than before

Made for Reddit / Game of Bands Epoch 5 Round 2 Team 7 Entry.  Music by Archaeoptero, Lyrics by Glory2Hypnotoad, Vocals by A_G1RL.  Song is based on the book "Ender's Game"

Lyrics - 
Lights flicker on the monitor and fade
This one won’t turn out like the rest, they pray
The scientists approach the boy and say with nervous smiles,
I know this isn’t fair but it all hangs on you, my child

He can hear the engines hum
Says his last goodbyes to home
As the ship begins to soar
No idea what’s in store

In the stars the children train
For the war to come again
Finally the framework's sewn
For intentions still unknown

Deep in your mind
There the path lies
Worlds die, stars die
But with luck, child
We will survive
   
Deep in your mind
There the path lies
Worlds die, stars die
Hear the last cries
Of their doomed kind

Battle plans run through his mind
Some ingenious grand design
Pushing him to test his wits
Like the weapon that he is

Every challenge overcome
Leaves his fragile mind more numb
He's the savior they have made
For their desperate game

Deep in your mind
There the path lies
Worlds die, stars die

Deep in your mind
There the path lies
Worlds die, stars die
   
Lights flicker on the monitor and fade
This one won’t turn out like the rest, they pray
They approach the boy and say with nervous smiles,
I know this isn’t fair but it all hangs on you, my child

Ender

Music - Brewbird
Lyrics - tgpo
Vocals - tfmjonny

I see her in a dark room,

I slither closer to see I could feel her crying.

The tears calling to me,

she knows my name, she feels the noose,

closes her eyes and whispers:

 

(Beetlejuice) Dear Lydia, who do I have to kill to be with you?

(Beetlejuice) Dear Lydia, who do I have to kill to be with you?

(Who do I? Who do I?)

 

All dressed in black, we turn to say I do; my ticket out.

A happy death, and what you wanted too.

I know all of the words to say Death is the problem,

and not the solution, but what do I know anyway?

 

(Beetlejuice) Dear Lydia, who do I have to kill to be with you?

(Beetlejuice) Dear Lydia, who do I have to kill to be with you?

(Who do I get to kill?)

No Leaf Clover

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