This is a goofy song I did as a project for English class. Mainly posted because of Danny. 

Irrelevant Protest Song

shortest posting yet. am i losing steam or have i become so productive that i can't afford to spend too much time on a single idea? the 1st one.

posting this one mostly to show to friends

untitled

BLUFFING - Virtual Rejection

wrote and recorded today, feb 25 2016 , rough demo not finished

Sorry

Original lyrics & music written, composed, and performed by A. Abreu, C. Bencosme, L. Bryan, B. Martinez, and J. Mendez.

Recorded @ Little Door Studio by David Andronico:
http://www.davidandronicomusic.com/
https://soundcloud.com/davidandronicomusic

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"Vete, vete" Ratas En Zelo  Despertar 2017 Accordion Punk

1. Imaginary Girl
2. Little by Little
3. A Matter of Minutes
4. 15 Seconds of Fame (Radio Version)
5. Read it Again
6. Free Lunches (Bad Version)
7. We're Gay
8. Valkyrie Profile
9. She's gone Far Away (first impression)

IMAGINARY GIRL TAPE

Produced by Geoff Duncanson at Gingerbird Studios
from the Forthcoming "Check out Old table" Album: 
THEY ONLY UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE OF ADVERTISING

"Check Out Old table" is:

KY: Bass / Back Up Vox
Danny X-Mas: Drums
Willie T: Vocals / Guitar

Lyrics:

"Their Exceptional"

She wanted on screen violence coming in all at once
Like a minute of pure silence like 2 men out to brunch
Studying all them pronouns
Rock it for All it’s Worth
Like Water to a Hippy
Like Mother’s giving Birth
Fucking around with Normal
Everyone’s gonna Die
Like living for the formal and never asking why
They only wanted Silence 
She wanted blood and gore 
Like Destiny was Random
Like No One Keeping Score

Their Exceptional

Attempt to leave communication
Somebody else will figure it out
Here we are in parent’s basement
Flying ‘round on cheap guitars

I’d love to see you
Garden Tuesday
I’d love to eat the sun’s 
commie rays
To each according to her 
ability
Now we alright now feelin’ gay

No more rich astronauts 
flying nightmares from the basement
No more pocky for your soul
3 square meals of rich communication, 
no one talks before their rolls 
are broke!

And the offering is naked, noticed well not hated
And the myth will smile back perfunctory
With torn perfection at the
Factory of Funk

All the money evaluated
By Angels in the sun


Their Exceptional

Old table

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