Reptile Superman (Feat. Orion Myers and Ian Larkin)

That One Other Chiptune Song With A Sentence For A Name Again

If you like what you're hearing, be sure to repost and like my work :D 
Seriously, I'd really appreciate it. You guys are one of the whole reasons I've come this far in my musical endeavors, so thank you so much! Seriously.

Have a great ass day guys!

Banal Beauty

Just felt like making another one chord song right after I posted that last track. Since just about every string on my guitar's broken right now(Don't ask, I did some pretty stupid tunings xD); I decided to jump on Ukulele instead. 

Anyhoo; if you're curious, the uke's alt tuning is "G-D-F#-B" Not sure if that's Open G or not, but I strummed open for the whole song, and it sounded decent; so if it isn't, I still think ye' should check it out :D. 
Well, I hope all of ye' have a fantastic day ahead of you; and don't be afraid to comment what you think! Peace :D

Bereaving Stars & Beady Eyes

So-ah, this song took me literally fifteen minutes or so to make. If you're curious; the ukulele's tuned to an open G6 chord; and I'm just barre-ing the second and third frets. Here's what it's tuned to:  {G-B-D-E} (Tuning thing I just invented :D. Kinda goes off tune within minutes on my Uke though; so be wary.)

Anyhoo, hope all of ye' have a fantastic day ahead of you; and don't feel afraid to tell me what you think in the comments! :D

Bed Prose

This song I came up with by using the "Cut Up Technique" on one of my older, rather shite songs I had lying around. Ended up not using a single word I got from it; but it did inspire the lyrics, and I went with the original name it had :D

Here's the lyrics:

It's the reaper,
It's the bednight sleeper,
It's the blue eyed banger,
It's the carryon conditionalist,
He's got gallons of blood on his fists,

All he's gotta say is summed on five stretched out fingers,
And whoever blurts the truth seems to never linger,
At least he took the time to learn your name,

Chords:
(Capo on 1st fret)
[D7 - Ddim7 - A - A7]

Hope all of ye' are having a fantastic day so far; an' don't feel afraid to tell me what ye' think! :D


Friendly Neighborhood Reaper

Where I got the picture:
http://greencardlove.deviantart.com/art/A-Junkie-s-Downward-Spiral-110116820

Based the lyric structure of this one on Bob Dylan's "Like A Rolling Stone". Gotta admit, I kinda surprised myself with this; was really fun making it :D

Lyrics:

After aeons of wine you slept through the night,
Tossed pills to the men in the shills, didn't you,
They call an' say 'Junior, you're ready for the gutter,'
And you thought it was all a hoot,
You used to cry out and shout,
But those dots on your arm are nothin' to laugh about,
Now ye' got red on your head,
Now you're dealin' with half your friends dead,
Death's gotta have some sort of appeal,

How do you deal, how do you deal,
With a lover that shot you in the arm,
Only to come back to her, knowin' she'll do more harm,

Oh ye' never really caught a glimpse at the streets,
'Till it came running at you,
Ye' never really understood how you should,
Be treatin' a needle like a diplomat,
You don't where that point might be at,
Ye' might be getting a bit more at the drop of a hat,
After those dealers take anything they can steal,

How do you deal, how do you deal,
With a lover that shot you in the arm,
Only to come back to her, knowin she'll do more harm,

Oh if ye' wanna find a needle that'll tell you what to do,
Just sell your socks, and steal people's shoes,
You take that jar of pennies in your hand,
Get ready to do this, Until the end,

And if ye' meet an angel, you won't give a hoot,
It's just another fix, we all see it soon,
Though there's many things that'll do us just as well,
We can't get off the hook, So we're burnin' in hell,
So take a kneel,

How do you deal, how do you deal,
With a lover that shot you in the arm,
Only to come back to her, knowin' she'll do more harm,

Chords:
[E - Eaug - Am - B] and [E - D7] (Tuned to D Standard.) Have fun!

Hope all of ye' have fantastic days ahead of ye', and don't feel afraid to tell me what ye' think or leave a fav; it's always appreciated. :)

By the way, HOLY CRAP I'M AT 70 FOLLOWERS; SWEET JESUS. Thanks to all of ye' that've stuck around for this long! :D

Dealin' With Dealin'

Really late at night, and I've got a test tomorrow; but I just realized I haven't made anything today; so I whipped this up really quick and based the lyrical structure off of Devandra Banhart's "Daniel" 

Here's the lyrics:

She went on a ship,
Said she'd be back in a minute,
I had a thought runnin' runnin' in my mind,
That tulips could make two lips,
Come in time,

She fell to shore,
She fell to shore,
On the red ice water,
Oh no I swore,
I swore so so hard,
That she'd make it out alive,

But damn if it isn't,
I gambled in my head,
Of ways you couldn't be dead,

So now I'm orderin' lunch,
Only to notice I'm,
Takin' twice as much,
This'll go away with time right,
Soon they'll question as much,
So I've gotta say she's lost in the line,

 Chords:
(I've got no idea what the chords are, an' I don't really have the time to transcribe em', but it is in Open E tuning; so that's a start. I'll still figure em' out if ye' really want to know em' though, just ask in the comments :D)

Hope all of ye' have fantastic days ahead of you; and don't feel afraid to tell me what ye' think! Cya next time, guys :D

(Oh, and thank you to all that're watching; it's pretty crazy how quickly I'm climbin' towards having 100 watchers, and it's all due to you guys; all of you rock! :D)

Navy Daisy

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/xx-love-382644878

So-ah, I felt like experimenting a tad with odd rhyme schemes today; and found a pretty neat one called "ABABCCC" an' I wrote this. I was kinda having a blues shuffle in mind while I was writing this, but I'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out :D

Lyrics:

I went to bed with empty eyes,
And a retched expression,
I went to bed with dirty eyes,
No life protection,
I yielded to you,
With your eyes faded from blue,
But no-one doesn't love me like you do,

I opened the door with your bags in my hand,
Holdin' my money,
I went through the door with some bags in my hand,
It seems the cash is why you keep comin' honey,
I smell your perfume,
And then I drop to my shoes,
But no-one doesn't love me like you do,

I see you're never lookin' directly at me,
You haven't talked,
I see you don't like lookin' at me,
I'm feelin' knocked,
Bein' in bed is like a tomb for you,
And I know ye' won't go for someone new,
But no-one doesn't love me like you do,

(Chords: [E - C#m7 - B6 - B - A - Am] & [A - Am - E] Have fun! :D)

Hope all of ye' have fantastic days ahead of ye'; and don't feel afraid to tell me what you think or drop a fav! Your kindness never goes unnoticed! :D

No-One

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Madwoman-in-the-Attic-312374732

Think this's the third or fourth time I've tried writin' a story within a song; kinda ended up mediocre, but I think I'm getting better at it :D
The chords're pretty much the stock standard 60's Doo-Wop progression, just changed a chord or two to be out of key. Still experimentin' a lot with having really odd rhyme schemes in these, think I might wanna go minimalist with somethin' sooner or later, though.

Lyrics:

Charlotte hold onto that margarita,
Bake your mind and refuse to feed us         
Get in the car and stir us all blue,
Go throw some bookshelves at us,
We won't make a fuss,
Just glad we're not facin' our doom,

She picked the bottle and the needle,
Went green in a year,
She's throwin' tantrums through the peephole,
Just get to bed my dear,

She's comin' home late,
Later than she ever was,
'Course we had to fear that she was late,
My heart was racin' on,
But I forced myself to sleep,

Charlotte hold onto that margarita,
Bake your mind and refuse to feed us         
Get in the car and stir us all blue,
We won't care if you take a shot,
You've got all a momma's got,
Just hope we don't end up anything quite like you,
'Cause that's not our place to stay,

There was a doorknock in the mornin',
It was a police man,
Crime tape everywhere I was lookin,
He said "Can you identify this ma-am?",

I went outside the door,
Momma was face down on the sidewalk,
I was floored,
She almost made it home,

(Chords: D - D7 - F - Fm - D - A7 - D - A7)

3 Gears For Charlotte

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Fisherman-s-Blues-88302339

Here's a blues rock cover I recorded all on my own with a two string bass, my guitar, and a shaker. 

Lately I've been really tryin'a push myself hard to learn how to play the blues; so I decided I'd start recording covers of a lot of old blues classics until I finally get a grip on what the blues really "is". If ye' get what I mean. This demo took me about 300 takes and 4-5 hours to finish in whole, I think that tells ye' just how bad I am at the Blues right now xD. 

I'm tellin' ye; by the time I finally finished the instrumental; I was about to scream in joy, but I noticed it was 3AM and I needed to sleep. Anyhow, I think this demo really highlights all the stuff I need to work on before I'll finally be able to make blues rock on my own; somethin's tellin' me this'll be a pretty rocky road ahead..

Lyrics:

Born under a bad sign                    
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck                   
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Hard luck and trouble                     
Been my only friend
I've been on my own
Ever since I was ten

Born under a bad sign                     
Been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck                   
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all

I can't read                                
I didn't know how to write
My whole life has been
One big fight

Born under a bad sign                     
I've been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck                   
I say, I wouldn't have no luck at all
That ain't lie, ah, oh
                                      
You know, if it wasn't for bad luck         
I wouldn't have no kinda luck
If it wasn't for real bad luck                
I wouldn't have no luck at all

You know wine                                
And women is all I crave
A big legged woman                       
Gonna carry me to my grave

Born under a bad sign                        
I been down since I began to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck                   
I tell ya, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Yeah, I'm a bad luck boy                        
Been havin' bad luck all of my days, yes

Born Under A Bad Sign (Albert King Cover)

Where I got the picture:
http://moyan.deviantart.com/art/Silent-Night-s-Meditation-111206759

Felt like goin' all out experimental on this one, so I tried out making an entire vaporwave track with just my own instrumentals, instead o' just nabbing a sample from an 80's song and slowing it down like most people do. Basically all I did was just make a drumline and chord progression in FL Studio, then put it in Audacity and slowed it down. After that I just picked up my bass, and thought up a riff and repeated it all through. There's also a few bits of highly edited electric guitar bits in there, too. 

This prolly won't be a recurring thing, just me trying to step out of my boundaries and trying out genres most people dismiss hopin' there's somethin' to learn from em'. Frankly, I think what's made everyone think music's somehow "regressed" since the 2000's is just the lack of people actually doing anything new enough to warrant attention. 

And after all, nothing in music has ever came out of nowhere; if you want to sound weird, pull from already weird stuff; that's all I gotta say.

Here's that Alan Watts track I took a chunk from:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjIOtVkJ4kA

Anyhoo, hope all of you have fantastic days ahead of ye', and don't feel afraid to leave a favorite or tell me what ye' think! Your kindness never goes unappreciated, I swear it! :D

Who Are You Again? (Unsampled Vaporwave Track)

Where I got the picture:
http://badversionesp.deviantart.com/art/psychotic-man-93319226

Felt like writing another conceptual song again. (Bah, who am I kidding? It's all I do.) The chords're pretty much just another mutated Doo-Wop progression again; 'cause I wanted to see if I could play something reflective and quaint as fast and angry/startled as I could, just as an experiment,

Lyrics:

Blue men callin' out for me, givin' words to the press,
Got pictures in the attic, I really need to get dressed,
Hide the dog food 'cause I don't got no dog,
Might as well hide the mornin' 'cause it ain't got no fog anymore,
'Fore today I would consider myself a lucky man,

My heart's racin' to the cielin, and I'm still at the dresser,
While I'm holdin' my keepsakes, I could have sworn to be born deservin' lesser,
I shouldn't waste a sentence or I've be payin' a high sentence,
Starin' at the clock when I heard the 12th knock,
'Fore today I would consider myself a lucky man,

I'm sure they'll hear the girl and tell me what I'm worth,
Been doomed to this fate ever since I was birthed,
Found what I was lookin' for,
A loaded pistol,

(Chords: [A - Aaug7 - Fm - D7 - A - E7 - A - E9] Tuned in D Standard tuning.)

Overall, I think those're some of the simplest formed lyrics I've written in a while. Mostly what I've been doing for a while now here was mutating normal rhyme schemes and adding "C's" or "D's" to the patterns instead of just "A's" and "B's". This time I went for a stock AABB pattern with an X at the end. I think it turned out kinda decent. Think I might just be getting a bit better at visualizing things in words, still not that great at it though.

Anyhoo, I hope all of ye' have fantastic days ahead of you, and don't feel afraid to leave a favorite or tell me what you think! All your kindness and support never ever goes unnoticed, I swear it! :D

Minute Of Lament

Lyrics:

Owl in the looney bin,
Shoutin' out,
Get out get out,
Yes he killed a rat,
But it was by his nature,
God made him this way,


Owl in the looney bin,
Backing forth,
And backing in,
Gettin' hoarse,
Shoutin' through a tin can,
Your god made him this way,


Owl in the looney bin,
Is this his plan,
To make man understand what?,
Sure he ate a bat but why are you quivering,
I'm sure if he was without he'd be shivering,
God sure made him this way,
 

Owl in the looney bin,
How'd he make it so far,
'Till he fell in,
And started gargling tar,
Your god made him fall in himself,
And kill a few stately folk
If the big man made morals,
Why'd he build us owls to skewer them,
Owls in the looney bin,
Owls in the looney bin,
Owls in the looney bin,

Owls In The Looney Bin

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/fear-of-repitition-561190339

Lyrics:

"The map slipped out his pants,
Somewhere between a cactus and a tree,
Now he's in the bronze daylight,
With nothin' much to see,

He, may think he has a plan,
To try and find what's truly earth,
No, he'll just find another bad sign,
And end up at another birth,
Hey, hey,

He walked by a cable car,
And saw another sign,
With a shiver he turned around,
Told himself he was fine,
There, had to be a quick way to get there,
He wasn't getting late,
Don't stop talkin' falsely now,
He will not meet his fate, hey, hey,

All 'round his old friend's words,
There were signs pointin' "X",
Crashed and things set on fire,
Ha, he knew he was in a mess,
He jumped out of his cold dead body,
Thinkin' he could pass a test,
Snatched a map and ran out that dark door,
And turned a corner 'round his left,"

(Chords [E - Cadd9 - D7 - A7 E - Cadd9 - D7 - D7] & [A - D7 - Dm7 - C - E] shapes In D Standard tuning; have fun!)

This time I felt like experimentin' with subtleties a bit more than usual; 'cause I kinda like the concept of people endlessly dissecting my work and getting creative themselves, you know?

Anyhoo, good news! I think I might start recording an actual EP soon! Like, in an actual studio!! Got it lined up and everything; I've just got no idea how I'll go about getting art for a cover though, so if ye' know anybody that's willing to do art commissions like that for free, please let me know. (I'm 16 and I've got absolutely no way to get money 'cause I'm a freeloading lazy music loving couch potato musician. So yeah, emphasis on the 'free' part xD)

Well, I hope all of you have fantastic days ahead of you! Don't feel afraid to leave a favorite, share or comment what ye' think! All of your endless kindness never goes unnoticed, it's what keeps me going here :)

Stuck In Sigmund's Pockets

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/exit-way-144080428

Welp, I felt like going all out experimental again as an excuse to help start getting more and more comfortable recording multiple instruments over eachother, instead o' being just pinned down to acoustics and vocals for good. Gotta admit, I kinda like making creepy, abstract sorts of songs like this; there's something freeing about making an art piece purely to mess with people's heads, I actually do that a lot in my visual art too. (Which ye' can find here by the way: http://sexualized-goat.deviantart.com/)

Lyrics:

Walkin' up this lonely road,
He just left and I was sold,
Who's that man? No-one knows,
I wonder what he'll do,

What a pretty face; I've gotta say,
He might just gimme a place to stay,
I hope he may,
Oh I do,

Iron chains,
I can't think,
My remains,
Must not think,

I see blue,
Concrete I think,
Don't think too hard,
Don't think,
Drift away,
Drift further,
Drift far far away,

Chords: (Well, to the first bit, anyway.) [A7 - Edim7 - Bm7 - E7]

Welp, I hope all of you guys have fantastic days ahead of you, and don't feel afraid to leave a favorite or tell me what you think! Your endless kindness truly never goes unnoticed! :D

Wonder What He'll Do

Where I got the picture:
http://alik-volga.deviantart.com/art/Mouse-hunter-546375836

Lyrics:

"Five mice in the room,
Blind, lickin' floor spoons,
Black cat dragged them to the stairs,
Now the're all just blood and hairs,

Five mice in the room,
Blind, lickin' floor spoons,
Black cat dragged them to the stairs,
Now the're all just blood and hairs,

Orange cat had too much to eat,
Left a load on dad's work sheets,
'Course I didn't take time to mope,
Now his shirt's bein' baptised in soap,

Why are they coming out now,
Of all times to make a high pitched sound,
Leave something squishy at my door,
Bite my nails 'till they find another score,

Five mice in the room,
Blind, lickin' floor spoons,
Black cat dragged them to the stairs,
Now the're all just blood and hairs,

Five mice in the room,
Blind, lickin' floor spoons,
Black cat dragged them to the stairs,
Now the're all just blood and hairs,"

I wrote this song as a diss track to all the random friggin' mice showing up out of nowhere in my room, as well as to vent about the fact that one o' my cats ended up having too much mice to eat. Which of course resulting in him leaving a complete ocean of fecal matter in the hallway, with only my dad's work shirt to conceal it. Even had to scrape mouse brains off of one o' my little brother's shirts! What fun!

Anyhoo, hope all of you are feeling wonderful today; don't feel afraid to comment and favorite! It's the whole reason I still come to this site despite it's increasingly terrible business decisions. Adiós for now!

Five Mice

Where I got the picture:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/BLACK-BLOOD-JESUS-34733309

Lyrics:
"Snake won a pedestal,
We got a different shill,
Smile at regression,
Whichever way it will,
Bow down to Orange Jesus,
You gotta get your fill,

He don't do anythin,
But boast 'bout his bank,
If shit rolls to the floor,
Then you've got ol' TP to thank,
Bow down to Orange Jesus,
Four years of monetary wank,
(Kazoodling.)"

How fun.

Orange Jesus (Demo)

Where I got the picture:
http://hoschie.deviantart.com/art/The-cutest-Trump-ever-613411314

Lyrics:

"He'd ask for anything,
A golden throne of porcelain,
In debt, he drowns,

He'd grab at anything,
The minge but mostly the string,
Pull down, your gown,

Mister toupet,
I have much to say,
Only gray hairs can give you those lines,
But if you insist,
Being showered in piss,
Is a golden way to pass the time,

He'd yell for anything,
Save for his teething ring,
Don't make, one sound,

He'd ask for anything,
A golden throne of porcelain,
In debt, he drowns,

Mister toupet,
I have much to say,
Only gray hairs can give you those lines,
But if you insist,
Being showered in piss,
Is a golden way to pass the time,

Mister toupet,
I have much to say,
Only gray hairs can give you those lines,
But if you insist,
Being showered in piss,
Is a golden way to pass the time,"

Instruments Used:
- Beaten up 5 string Hello Kitty guitar
- Drumming on the rim of a cookie tin
- Acoustic guitar shifted down an octave to sound like bass

Hope all of ye' have wonderful days ahead of you!

Golden Showers

Where I got the picture:
http://carbonchaos.deviantart.com/art/P08-Luger-283487176
 
Lyrics:
"Talk the most, 
Ye' got the least to say,
They're engrossed,
'Cause you think they're better off as clouds,

Taint an image,
Just like years before,
Pleasant visage,
But it's got quite a bit knockin' about,

Buy a gong,
Replace a shattered symbol,
It's not too long,
'Till he orders em' sealed by grout,

Jim Crow want to shout
'bout his new law,
But I'm busy sockin',
Richard Spencer in the jaw,

A smile, a nod,
A cheerful expression,
Semi normal sod,
Scrupled when you see it's a shroud,

A cackle,
Now drowning in fantods,
Moldy shackles,
That seem to rattle too loud

An arrow,
Black, Red and White,
Pierced death row,
Without any semblence of sound,

Jim Crow want to shout
'bout his new law,
But I'm busy sockin',
Richard Spencer in the jaw,

Buy a gong,
Replace a shattered symbol,
It's not too long,
'Till he orders em' sealed by grout,

Taint an image,
Just like years before,
Pleasant visage,
But it's got quite a bit knockin' about

Talk the most, 
Ye' got the least to say,
They're engrossed,
'Cause you think they're better off as clouds,"

(Once again performed on a thrift store Hello Kitty guitar.)

A Song For Richard Spencer (Demo)

Where I got the picture:
http://audreybenjaminsen.deviantart.com/art/Behind-the-Museum-353752249

Lyrics:
"The day an ant lept from the watching tower,
He could feel the breeze as he sensed something sour,
Sugar after sugar,
No end to his dine,
I'm sure once he lands,
He'll be quite fine,"

(Woke up with a random topic in my head this morning, and that happened to be "Ants jumping from high places." Now, since I've read many-a-fun facts listacle; I know that ants can pretty much survive falling from airplanes, so I thought I'd come up with a concept that sounded like it had more depth to it than it really did. Then the sentence "The Day An Ant Lept From the Watching Tower" sprung to mind; and it just had this beautiful dark humor to it with enough context. Some lullaby-ish melody sorta popped in my head at the same time; so I just went an' wrote and recorded this 2 minutes after I plopped out of bed. 

'Twas a nice experience for me. The ant probably doesn't have much of an opinion, though; 'cause he's-well..an ant. You know how it goes.)

The Day An Ant Lept From The Watching Tower

Lyrics:

"That snake oil bottle at the podium,
Spritsing old frogs with sodium,
Ragged fascists climb six feet, 
Primed for some meet and greets,

Worm's spewin' bright white silk,
Primin' the office for his ilk, 
Caulk's all set for a dynasty
His talk's all glass tragedy, 

Who is, George Wallace? 

Firin' squad set ready on melanin,
Supplied you all with guns and gin,
Any loon can buy a piece,
Save them smiles for your meet and greets,

Schadenfreud died a raucous death,
Lynched by committee high on meth, 
In time we might see this as tragic,
Assuming they ain't good at people magic, 

Who is, George Wallace?

Never know if they've always been there, 
Watchin' cable news on a chicken wing and a prayer,
'Course the logistics are mighty dicey,
When half your demographic thinks mayonaise is spicy,

The party split then they robbed us blind,
Couldn't split the difference in our minds,
Try not to hold back your contempt,
See it to the snake oil's end, 

Who is, George Wallace?"

 Felt like writing another Anti-Trump song on my trusty thrift store Hello Kitty guitar again. Once I've got enough material, I'm heading straight to the studio to record live with just that pink guitar and a beat up steel trash can I bought for five bucks that a friend of mine's gonna drum on. If I'm gonna go grass roots, I might as well go the whole nine yards am I right? 

Here's my drummer friend's page, by the way: https://soundcloud.com/orion-myers-451284599

Who Is, George Wallace? (Demo Protest Song)

Where I got the picture: http://neversummer160.deviantart.com/art/Police-loveality-269873613

Lyrics:
"Going down to shop now,
Lookin' for blue hurt,
Goin' to the payphone,
Shoppin' blue hurt now,

Little boy in blue,
A-just likes some cubing,
I ain't got melanin,
So I'm gettin' off scott free,

Big fella in blue,
Thinks he's messiah,
Chainin' up melanin,
Just what they do in (Nacirema),

Big pouty public,
More sad about a dead dog,
When we're talkin' melanin,
It's all about the prologue,"

Was working on another political song to put on the "Songs With An Expiration Date" EP, and this one just came to me this morning in the shower. Happened to have a megaphone lying around, so I did all the vocals on that thing over a full band instrumental. Think it needs a bit of ironing out, though. As always with my political stuff, 'twas performed on a Hello Kitty guitar. 

(In case any of you are curious what "Cubing" and "Nacirema" mean, check out these: (Second definition>) http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=cubing and http://www.ohio.edu/people/thompsoc/Body.html)

Hope all of you have/had a great day! :D

Nacirema Blues (Rough Acoustic Demo)

Where I got the picture:
http://loafninja.deviantart.com/art/To-Bee-Dead-V-455160834

Lyrics:
"A fly caught within a web.
Nothing's coming.
Nothing's coming.
So it goes. So it goes.

A bee with no siblings to call his own.
We're out of a queen.
We're out of a queen!
So it goes. So it goes.

An ant caught in hive mind hell.
Let's all drown in a soda can!
Let's all drown in a soda can!
So it goes. So it goes.

A mantis that cant seem to lose his head.
What do I need to do?
What do I need to do?
So it goes. So it goes."

Felt like writing something more lyrically and vocally minimalistic for once so I could spare room for the more diverse arrangements I've been wanting to make lately. The vocals turned out rather Nick Cave-ish somehow, I only really noticed that in retrospect. (Maybe if I did it an octave lower, you'd be having the authentic experience!)Oh, and be sure to check out the artist I linked to. The guy makes absolutely incredible stuff that hardly anybody pays attention to. 

Anyhoo, hope all of you have incredible days ahead! :)

So It Goes (Rough Demo)

Everyone I Know Is Named Fucking Dave

Written/Recorded by Owen Larkin

Lyrics:

"An unmarked grave,
An empty funeral,
A pride intact,
Watering a wilting plant in the sand,

Skin like an uncooked chicken,
Withering away,
Can't even remember the day,

Whisper in the orchestra,(x2)

Tied to a machine I can't pay,
Only a nurse to hear what I say,

Too young but I'm too old,
Now I'm too numb to feel cold,

Whisper in the orchestra, (x2)

(Flute Solo)

Whisper in the orchestra, (x2)

Whisper In The Orchestra

Written/Recorded by Owen Larkin

Lyrics:
"I'm a robot and I don't know it,
My cover isn't blown because I don't need it,
You're going through the motions just like me,
A salesman for myself and I don't know the product,
I don't recognize it much either,"

Going Through The Motions

Lyrics:

"Here comes old high pitch in a salmon shirt,
Got purple lipstick and a low strung purse,
He’s gliding freely past your staring eyes,
It may look silly but it’s not a disguise,
 
(Prechorus)
In eight little words they all shout in unison,

(Chorus)
Real men wear pink and piss sitting down,
They prance on little lillies through the town,
And it's never over,
Oh it's never over,
No it's never over,

It's not his nose pointing towards the sky,
He just wants to look you in the eyes,
His morals aren't the thing that's bent,
Just wants to know where your heart went,

In eight little words they all shout in unison,

Real men wear pink and piss sitting down,
They prance on little lillies through the town,
And it's never over,
Oh it's never over,
No it's never over,

Real men wear pink and piss sitting down,
They prance on little lillies through the town,
And it's never over,
Oh it's never over,
No it's never over, (x2)"

David Hopping - Trumpet

Owen Blackwelder - Drums

Owen Larkin - Vox, Guitar, Bass

Real Men Wear Pink & Piss Sitting Down!

Odd time signature rap. Probably the weirdest thing I've done in a while. You can count it as three bars of 5/4 and one bar of 6/8. 

Lyrics:
" Monochromatic political semantics,
Holding their foots out so you'd slip,
No-one knows the propagandist,
Is our subconscious,

We're on the tip of an icepick,
A wisp on our way,
We'll topple ourselves,
Looking for our stride,

Go trip on your tie,
This whole world's turnin', 
Get ready to die,
This whole world's burnin'

Slide below that bar,
Whole nation's more coked up than the Spiders From Mars,
Our expiration date is shooting for the stars,

Of course it's time to act,
Before we learn to love eachother,
Make sure to sign this partywide suicide pact,

Go trip on your tie,
This whole world's turnin', 
Get ready to die,
This whole world's burnin' "

Owen Larkin - Drums, Bass, Guitar, Kazoo, Vocals

Hope you all have a great day! More people should try rapping in odd time signatures. I love how weird it sounds.

Before We Burn Away

Written/Recorded by Owen Larkin

Lyrics:
"Let's hire a whispering choir,
 And sing all our problems 'till we're deaf,
'Till we're deaf,
Carry those notes with me, 
Under our breath we'll scream like banshees,
Like banshees,

There's a hypothetical scenario,
Where us parenthetical folk are finally known,

I don't seem to take things well,
You don't seem to either,
Mercy street is a step past hell,
We don't have time for leisure,

Fish bowls on our heads,
Every day we're reaching for bubbles,
For bubbles,
Expecting a tidal wave,
Let's liquidate all of our instincts before it hits,
Before it hits,

There's a hypothetical scenario,
Where us parenthetical folk are finally known,

I don't seem to take things well,
You don't seem to either,
Mercy street is a step past hell,
We don't have time for leisure,"

Mia Gallo - Background Vocals

David Hopping - Trumpet

Owen Larkin - Drums, Keys, Bass, Vocals

Mercy Street

Lyrics:

"Everyone's hanging around making me think I'm at the brink,
Like a stye makes you notice every single blink,
My heart's a racin racin racin putting up quite a fight,
Need to find the right time to fall out of sight,

I'm a jaundiced man in a cool colored painting,
Bluntly dressed to boot,
Staring at my shoes,
Just waiting, 

There's an extra puzzle piece I might as well throw in the trash,
It'll fit quite nicely with the rest of my stash,
Look at this walking jukebox chugging coins and spewing lines,
Heading home with a jewel so I'm feeling just fine,

I'm a jaundiced man in a cool colored painting,
Bluntly dressed to boot,
Staring at my shoes,
Just waiting, 

She's just like me,
She's just like me,

I'm a jaundiced man in a cool colored painting,
Bluntly dressed to boot,
Staring at my shoes,
Just waiting, (x2)"

Extra Puzzle Piece (Raw Acoustic Demo)

Wrote this the day after graduating highschool. That day is today. 

Lyrics:

"Got lots of friends who'll float away,
Past this very special day,
Wearing ugly outfits that we can't even keep,
We're all out of the cup we were left to steep,

Walking to a chorus of cellphones,
Guess what's on my mind?
Once this is all over I know how I'll spend my time,

Graduation cheesecake,
Graduation cheesecake,

Some girl up front is giving a speach,
All I see is the cake I'm about to reach,
Caps and tassels are so old hat,
Just right to left then they're tossed in the vat,

Shaking hands with the big league tricksters,
Guess what's on my mind?
Once this is all over I know how I'll spend my time,

Graduation cheesecake,
Graduation cheesecake, (x2)"

Written/Recorded by Owen Larkin

Graduation Cheesecake

Multi-instrumentalist that loves the adventure of experimenting and making weird sounds no-one's made before. 

Here's my Deviantart for anyone who's interested in looking at my ink art:
http://sexualized-goat.deviantart.com/

Pretty much all of my recordings are done on Audacity.

Owen Larkin

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