This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

There’s a skeleton sleeping in booth nineteen,
A fog rolls in that don’t stay clean.
Mailbox twitchin’, streetlight grins,
Someone’s got ketchup stains on their shins.

The nurse says, “Just a seasonal flu,”
But the trash can bit her left shoe.
Paula lights candles, Jeff wires the gate —
I swear that bus stop tried to levitate.

You feel it in your laces, in your teeth, in your bed,
It’s crawling in your cereal and whisperin’ in red.
Don’t scream too loud, don’t trip that beat —
Just shuffle on down your Threed Street feet.

This is the Threed Street Shuffle — uh huh!
Back up now, bring the funk and hustle — oh yeah!
If they rise, we rise too — swing low, swing through.
This is the shuffle, baby, what else is new?

Gravekeeper’s smoking behind the inn,
Says, “The dead get bored — let 'em in.”
Someone danced with a ghoul in the church,
Now he’s dating a ghost with a fog research.

We don’t panic, we print a plan,
Jeff rigged zombie paper with his bare hands.
Circus tent glows like a trap in disguise,
And boom — undead caught like flies.

Smells like teeth and bubblegum soup,
Hear that bassline dig its loop.
When the eyes go yellow, when the shoes walk wrong,
You don’t run.
You dance strong.

This is the Threed Street Shuffle — uh huh!
Don’t blink now, get the team to huddle — come on!
If they growl, we growl too — rhythm’s the glue.
This is the shuffle, baby, what else is new?

"They come at night, sure.
But they come slow.
Stiff knees. No rhythm. No soul.
That’s why we always win.
‘Cause we swing in time."

"When they groan, we groove.
When they lunge, we lunge back — with style.
You don’t survive Threed.
You perform it."

There’s fog in the fridge and ghosts in the drain,
But we strut on through like it's part of the train.
One girl’s got a yo-yo blessed by monks,
Jeff’s got a slingshot tuned to funk.

I’m just a kid with bat and grit,
Zombies rise, but I don’t quit.
Threed ain’t safe, but it’s ours at least,
And we dance every night with the groaning beast.

This is the Threed Street Shuffle — oh yes!
They moan, we move, no time to stress —
If they bite, we bite too — all funk, all true.

Threed Street Shuffle

I am pretty proud of this recreation, so much so i made a video "deconstructing", the original is by maxo and although I don't know what DAW they used, I simply recreated this track in FL Studio 12. As I said a while ago, I will probably recreate the whole soundtrack, I'll also consider uploading and releasing the flps.

YT Oscilloscope view:
https://youtu.be/0JNwjl2qH-A

Finished tracks that I haven't posted yet: 
Fallen Down - Toby Fox
A New Line - Toby Fox
Megalo Strike Back - Toby Fox

WIP tracks I've started on but haven't finished:
Checkerboard Memories - Toby Fox
Haunted House - sleepytimejesse
New Scaraba Bazaar - sleepytimejesse
Summers Plaza - Joshua Morse
Thanks, Buzz Buzz - fluidvolt
Giygas' Quiet Border - sleepytimejesse

Fight GYIYG Spawn by Maxo (Recreation)

The first rendition of "Tenacity", from Tebbie "Fiery" Shark's Earthbound Early Halloween Hack; Dr Andonuts' loss.
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"To my horror, I realized that the method I used to send them to the past... would not work in order to send them into the future. Years ago, they were already stranded in the past. Years ago, they already died. I had never done anything right in my entire life...
I thought I killed them. I thought I killed my only son and his friends...
Yet, here they are, or at least what remains of them...
If I want to change for the better I MUST save them.
COME ON, OLD BAG, 
DO ONE FUCKING THING RIGHT AND BRING THEM BACK FOR GOOD."
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Inspired by @megalocycle
Original Tenacity by @kibo1
Huge thanks to @hievery for teaching me FL as well <3

Hope y'all like it.

Earthbound Early Halloween Hack; Dr Andonuts' loss. "Tenacity"

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

You know that feeling when you think you’re dreaming
but everything's too sharp to be?
It’s late. Or early.
The road doesn’t end — it just keeps curving.
So I walk.

Every mailbox looks like mine.
Same red flag, same warped spine.
Streetlight buzz like a broken song,
I’ve been out here walking way too long.

My backpack’s heavier than before,
Not with things — just ghosts and lore.
A pencil case, a pan, some pins,
A bat that hums where it begins.

[Refrain – soft layered whisper]
You feel tired… but determined.
You feel tired… but you move.
There’s a road. There’s a night.
There’s a beat that says: prove.

Mr. Saturn Ribbon, folded neat,
Still smells like fire and Paula’s heat.
Jess’s Holmes hat, fraying at the brim,
Taped it once — still think of him.

My old cap’s stitched on the side,
From when we thought the sky could hide.
And Poo… well, nothing to show —
No hair, no keepsake. Just that Mu glow.
I smiled. That’s so Poo.

You feel tired… but determined.
You feel tired… but you breathe.
One more block. One more bend.
No one said you had to leave.

I’ve saved the world, but not myself.
Left joy on every other shelf.
I keep swinging even when it’s hollow —
The bat don’t fly, but the feet still follow.

I remember you. And not just your face.
The way you stirred soup. The way you made space.
So I walk. With your weight. With mine.
The sky don't talk, but the stars align.

If I stop, I dream.
If I dream, I rest.
But not yet.
There’s still a bit of road left.

You feel tired.
But you keep going.

You Feel Tired but Determined

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

PSI: Cry. Alpha. Initiate.
Source: loss.
Target: all.

Begin.

It started with a tremble, like rain unsure it wants to fall,
A weight behind my eyes that never made the call.
The world kept asking for fire,
But all I had was static and a flicker of desire.

Paula whispered, “It’s okay to not be brave,”
While I stared down shadows I couldn't save.
My hands don’t glow. My feet still drag.
But inside, something sparked — soft as a tag.
You remember that, right? When names still meant home?

Now the tears come sharp, like glass that sings,
Each memory swings like it’s pulling strings.
I held that bat like it could block the storm,
But this grief? It shapeshifts, soft and warm.

I wanted to break. I wanted to scream.
But PSI won’t cast if the heart can’t dream.
So I stitched the spell from what I had:
Half a smile, one broken pad,
And the hum of something not quite sad.

Then came the push — not force, but flood,
The kind that knocks but leaves you stood.
A voice inside said, “This is yours. Let it hurt.”
So I carved each tear into ancient dirt.

And when I cast, the room got still.
Not rage, not fire, but unfiltered will.
No flash, no flame — just light that bent,
And the scent of everything you meant.
That was PSI: Cry, but this… this is lament.

PSI: Melancholy.
Ω tier.
Casts once per soul.
Never forgotten.
Always near.

Paula said, “Next time, I’m casting PSI: Hug.”
Ness said, “Is that Omega tier yet?”

Jeff from the back: “Please cry responsibly. Circuits were fried last time.”

Poo, eyes closed: “Water nourishes. Even fire.”

PSI: Melancholy

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

Mr. Saturn tilted his head and said,
“Boing. Language lesson begin.
Soup is love. Socks are proof.
Okay? Okay.”

Then he tooted his kazoo.
That meant it was time to sing.

“What is hug if you stand on spoon?”
Mr. Saturn asked under the moon.
Ness said, “Uh… love?”
“WRONG!” he beamed. “Hug is boing when socks are moon!”

Paula smiled, “I think he means… be kind for no reason.”
Jeff rubbed his temple. “Or it’s kinetic cohesion.”
Poo just nodded. “This is Mu, but loud.”
And Saturn did a spin that made everyone proud.

Boing means yes!
Zoom means maybe!
Ding means soup — but only if gravy!
Clunk means ‘you are seen,’
And Blip means hug machine!
Say it now, loud and loony:
“Boing, zoom, ding — you are my spoony!”

Mr. Saturn brought tea in a crayon cup,
Declared, “This is dream. Never give up.”
He gave Ness socks with different toes,
“Boing,” he said, “You are many. And it shows.”

He drew a heart in the steam with soup,
Then ran in a circle and yelled, “Friend group!”
Paula laughed till her eyes grew wide,
And Ness whispered, “I feel okay inside.”

Paula sat down, warmed by the firelight.
“I think he says ‘I love you’ with socks.”
Jeff replied, “Or soup.”
Poo looked up at the stars.
“No — I think he means it without meaning it.
Which is the truest way.”

Ness watched the smoke curl like ribbon.

“Boing,” he said softly.
“Means you stayed. Even when you could’ve gone.”

Boing... zoom... ding...
Clunk... blip... sing...
Fuzzy socks and soup at night,
You're still here — and that’s all right.
Say it once, say it true,
Boing... I love you.

Mister Saturn’s Tiny Anthem

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

Apple Kid sat in his pile of cords,
Said, “Destiny faxed me at quarter to four.”
“I was eating a sandwich. It was pretty alright.
Then the printer screamed — and I forgot to bite.”

He pulled out a board with wires and dreams,
Said, “Orange Kid codes fonts. I code themes.”
“His robot sings. Mine cries in hex.
Mine tells you what happens when you push past next.”

The Apple said I’d win, it lit up green,
But it skipped the part where I lose my team.
It told the truth — just not the whole.
Success don’t fit a human soul.
I pressed start. I skipped the rest.
The log said ‘victory,’ but I failed the test.

Paula left a ribbon on my monitor stand,
Didn’t say much. She didn’t need to, man.
Ness said, “You okay?” I said, “I saw the end.”
“Want a sandwich? It’s cold, but it’s still a friend.”

Jeff rebuilt my toaster just for fun,
Then handed me goggles and said, “Don’t run.”
Poo just stared and smiled like stone.
Said, “In Mu, we count our breath, not bone.”

“boot sector unstable... parallel soul detected...”
“timeline: inconsistent...
identity: N355... BLUE...”

Apple Kid blinked.

“That wasn’t my code.”
“That wasn’t supposed to load.”
“I just wanted to build a friend.”

Then the screen lit up — bone-white grin.
The rhythm stuttered. The lights went dim.
Ness turned his head but said no words.
In the static:

“you’re gonna have a bad time.”

The Apple said I’d win. That part was true.
But it didn’t mention what I'd lose.
The future’s bright. The path is clear.
And nothing makes sense when you’re almost here.
I built the bridge. I read the map.
I left my heart inside the gap.

“Save file corrupted.
Timeline diverged.
Sandwich 67% eaten.

Outcome: correct.
Joy: not found.

Rebooting…”

Apple of Enlightenment.exe

Un cover de Franky de Earthbound.
Eso es todo :v

New Age Retro Pigmask

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

We were crying by the tunnel, holding on real tight,
Paula said, “Just five minutes without a fight.”
Poo lit incense, Jeff fixed a strap,
I said, “This moment matters.”
Then we heard the clap.

He dropped from the sky with a cheesy grin,
Said, “Say fuzz and staaand on your shin!”
The light went off, the world went blank,
He flew away.
We barely blinked.

He’s got perfect timing for emotional breaks,
A ghost with a lens and zero stakes.
Always smiling, never stays —
Leaves before we’ve said what we needed to say.

I blink, you flash — you never ask if I’m okay,
You frame my pain like it’s part of a play.
You don’t get names, just angles and light,
But I live in the shadows after you take flight.
So don’t talk to the photographer —
He don’t know what it means to stay.

Jeff once tried to map his path — said it broke the map.
Poo meditated mid-flash, gave him a slap.
Paula asked his name. He said “Doug!”
Then vanished again in a fog of bugs.

I yelled, “What film is that?!” He said “Emotion 400!”
I said, “Bro, that ISO don’t exist!”
He winked.
“Exactly.”

Caught in the act of trying to heal,
And now it’s frozen like a highlight reel.
I don’t smile, I don’t pose —
But you catch me anyway, I suppose.

I blink, you flash — you never ask if I’m okay,
You capture the hurt like it’s part of the day.
You don’t wait long, just click and go,
But I carry the weight of what you’ll never know.
So don’t talk to the photographer —
He’s not here to see me stay.

Back home, there’s a picture on my fridge,
From that day at the river near the broken bridge.
We look so alive, you’d never guess
How scared we were beneath the mess.

I laughed when I saw it — then looked again.
He caught something true.
But not the end.

Don’t Talk to the Photographer

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

Elevator hums, lights blink like lies,
Ness said, “I saved the world. Now I pay for Wi-Fi.”
Paula reads headlines off a phone with a crack,
Jeff said, “This elevator’s got more polish than tact.”

They serve espresso in a golden cup,
Costs ten bucks just to wake partially up.
Poo folded his arms, eyes closed on cue —
Said, “This smells like fear in a velvet shoe.”

Pressed the button marked “freedom” — got redirected.
Pressed “hope” — it said, “connection rejected.”
Pressed “rooftop garden” — it laughed in French.
Welcome to the ride. It’s got vibes and stench.

This ride don’t stop, it loops in style,
They pump that jazz to make you smile.
Forty-seven’s got no end,
Just coffee, mirrors, and pretend.
Monotoli knows how to blend
Your boredom with a dividend.

Lobby’s got ficus trees and ambient screens,
Says “You’re valued.” Means “You’re routine.”
Paula asked, “Is this marble or sin?”
Jeff whispered, “They updated the spin.”

An HR bot offered “meaningful lunch.”
Poo declined with a Mu-style crunch.
Ness stared at his shoes, then up at the brass —
Said, “It’s funny how ceilings grow out of the past.”

Pressed “career,” and the music swelled.
Pressed “exit,” but the lobby rebelled.
Pressed “peace,” and the lights turned blue.
This is success — in a brand-new hue.

This ride don’t stop, it loops in style,
They pump that jazz to make you smile.
Floor forty-seven never ends,
But they’ll invoice you for the bends.
Monotoli said, “You’re doing great.”
Then installed a glass ceiling… in space.

Paula laughed, “I sent a resume on a napkin.”
Jeff said, “They offered me a job in abstraction.”
Ness checked his bat. Still legal. Just barely.
Poo said, “I think we reached the floor spiritually.”

Lobby smells like ambition reheated,
We passed Floor 1. No one greeted.
A guy in a tie said, “You look familiar.”
Ness said, “Yeah, I used to be a mirror.”

Floor forty-seven.
Again.
Please enjoy the music.
It was never yours to turn off.

Monotoli Elevator Jams

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

Signs say “JOY” but the font feels scared,
Pastel pain in the window glare.
They shake my hand like a script they learned,
While blue torches flicker and the sky don't turn.

One guy said, “Brother, your aura’s pale!”
Offered me paint from a holy pail.
The preacher grinned with his pixel jaw,
Said, “You’ll feel better once you forget what you saw.”

Next day I woke with a mushroom crown,
Thoughts rerouted, upside down.
My name came out in a sing-song jingle,
And fear showed up in a cheery jingle.

Paula walked backward, said “Something's off.”
I nodded — then forgot how to cough.
We smiled like puppets in a shop display,
Bought our groceries in enforced ballet.

“Blue blue bright!” the children screamed,
While painting fences in their dreams.
A mailbox said “Good morning, grief!”
So I mailed it back my disbelief.

Paula cracked first — ripped her robe,
Said “I’ve cried better colors on a bathroom floor.”
She smeared brown dirt on the preacher’s grin,
Said, “This is what truth looks like in skin.”

I took my bat and it bent like foam,
The cult leader laughed from a golden dome.
So I hit the sign that read “NO PAIN,”
And it shattered like fake windowpane.

Someone said, “Blue is the future!”
I said, “Nah. Blue’s a filter.”
Poo’s voice echoed like a bell in rust:
“You cannot control what you dare not trust.”

We burned the maps. The sky blinked red.
The vocoder loop stuttered and bled.
Blue chants failed, became static spit,
And a thousand painted smiles just quit.

We ran uphill ‘til the color dropped,
Until the trees looked wrong — then stopped.
Paula laughed, “The stars are back.”
I said, “Yeah. So am I.”
And we didn’t look back.

They told me paint it blue.
So I painted my grief.
And it peeled off like sky
when the clouds finally spoke.

Blue blue night —
but I’m seeing red underneath.

Blue Blue Night

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

"Hit it."
"This ain’t magic — this is us."

Came from the suburbs with a bat in hand,
Now I launch PSI like a marching band.
They said “kid’s quiet” — now I break walls,
Every beat I drop is a meteor call.

Saved the world with no user guide,
Kept swingin' when the fear wouldn't hide.
This ain't prophecy, it’s pressure cooked —
From a trashcan cookie to the page I shook.

I don’t chant, I charge. I don’t wish, I walk.
I PSI Rock like a thunderstock.
Name's not chosen — I choose the name.
And I bring the whole squad with a pixel flame.

Rockin' A to Ω — we the final form!
(Whose magic?)  Ours! (Whose storm?) Yours!
Not fate, not chance, not some divine line —
I PSI Rock with a bloodline shine.

We light, we twist, we swing, we burn —
The boss fight hits, but now it’s our turn.
From quiet kids to pixel kings —
We are the storm that destiny brings.

I hold fire in my fingertips,
Smile soft, but I split scripts.
They told me kindness was my cage —
So I burned the bars with a psychic rage.

Faith? I got it. But fists too.
I pray with rhythm — I break through.
My ribbon's tight. My stance is grace.
I set the sky on a sweeter pace.

You feel that flame? That’s memory fightin’.
That’s grief with rhythm. That’s thunder lightnin’.
I’m Paula. No saint. No savior. No lie.
Just a girl with a voice that redefines “why.”

Built a cannon from a coat hanger,
Talk nerd, but I spark like danger.
IQ in binary, heart in flux,
Snapped my fear like brittle luck.

I don’t need PSI — I build stars,
Trap dreams in jars, upgrade scars.
You call it science, I call it spite.
Mom’s gone. Dad’s ghost. I still write.

Dropped in cold and fired back warm,
Planned the plan, then bent the norm.
They said tech can’t feel — cool.
Then watch me crack this god-tier rule.

I fell through silence to master sound,
Mu-born breath in battleground.
I am storm with an open mind,
Peace in punch, fate redefined.

I see stars through focused thought,
I leave no mark — the void is taught.
No weapon forged, just soul unsheathed,
And PSI Starstorm’s how I breathe.

You bend to pain — I bow then rise.
This isn’t might, it’s Mu in disguise.
I walk through fire, I float through sin.
Not to destroy.
But to begin.

We ain’t chosen — we chose.
We ain’t gifted — we grow.
We don’t follow — we flow.
From the cracks in time, we glow.

PSI Rockin’? That’s the name.
But the rhythm? That’s our flame.
Final boss or final beat —
We stomp it out with pixel feet.

Rockin' A to Ω — we the final form!
Not some spell — this is how we're born.
No fate, no script, no dotted line —
Just heart, just fight, just pixel shine.

PSI Rockin’. Real as scream.
This is us — the final dream.
We came, we hit, we stayed, we bled —
And we lit the code from blue to red.

PSI Rockin’ (R)emix

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

I don’t know how long I was gone.
I remember the dark, not the dawn.
The dread was like glue — thick, slow, real.
I swung at nothing just to feel.

I heard my name like static hum,
Heard your voice when my strength went numb.
Paula, you didn’t shout — you whispered "stay."
Like a thread pulling me back from gray.

It wasn’t power, it wasn’t light,
It was memory... tight.
A kid in a striped shirt, scared and small,
Heard “we believe in you” and didn’t fall.

I wrote letters you’ll never see.
One for each of you. Just for me.
Jeff — I never told you thanks for that scope,
For aiming with logic but walking with hope.

You fixed more than gadgets, bro, you fixed days.
Made a quiet like math that still found a way.
Paula — fire and prayer, soft and fierce.
You burned through lies like truth with tears.

Poo — man, I didn’t get you at first,
But you taught me stillness in the middle of hurt.
I was swinging fists. You just breathed.
And somehow, that steadied me.

We don’t always say goodbye in games.
The screen fades, the story stays.
I thought I’d see you again one day.
But maybe you were never meant to stay.

You’re not gone — you’re sewn in my walk,
In the pauses, in how I talk.
When I doubt, I hear your laugh.
When I rise, you’re half the path.

I didn’t win. I just didn’t stop.
And I got here ‘cause you stayed through the drop.
You don’t see them again, not ‘cause they’re gone —
But ‘cause you’ve arrived. And you go on.

I held on ‘cause you held me.
I spoke loud ‘cause you believed.
And when I finally saw the sky again,
It was your names in the breeze.

This isn’t magic. This is mine.
This is heart rebuilt in time.
And every step I take from here...
Is because I knew you.

Because I Knew You

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

“Welcome to Pokey’s Playlist.”
“Let’s go.”

They said I was weak — look at me now,
Spider mech dreams in a static crown.
Downloaded rage, booted up pain,
Glitched through timelines, rewrote the game.

Y’all had moms who packed lunch and love,
I had silence and a push from above.
Giygas said, “Be the weapon, not the wound.”
So I learned how to smile in a locked room.

Ness? Please. He swings like a kid.
I control galaxies with a casual fib.
You leveled up love — I upgraded war.
You knocked, I shattered the door.

King of the glitch, Lord of the loop,
Broke the code, now I rule the soup.
Static crown, blue light veins,
I’m the end you didn’t plan to name.
Pokey’s Playlist: full of scars,
No one clapped, so I built the stars.

Giygas never hugged me, but he called me son,
Said, “Don’t need friends when you ruin everyone.”
I got cronies now — kinda. Not real.
They follow cause I pay, not how I feel.

I built an empire on ignored tears,
Coded loyalty, hacked my fears.
You think I like this throne of chrome?
Nah. But power’s louder than being alone.

I watched you all grow — happy and soft,
While I read fate from a terminal cough.
I wasn’t the hero, wasn’t the joke.
I’m the error you whisper before you choke.

King of the glitch, Lord of the loop,
Broke the code, now I rule the soup.
Static crown, blue light veins,
I’m the end you didn’t plan to name.
Pokey’s Playlist: fear on blast,
Skip to track twelve — I outlast the past.

Remember my room? That echo box?
Mom yelled at the door like it made me tough.
Ness got sleepovers and cookies and sun.
I got cold air and “You’re no one.”

I wanted the bike. I wanted the cape.
I wanted one person who didn’t escape.
So I built my fortress from backup saves,
Wrapped in jokes and ignored graves.

Yeah, I’m the villain. Yeah, I bite.
Yeah, I broke the stars just to feel right.
Final boss, final breath,
Still a kid…
Just scared of death.

“Pokey’s Playlist...
maybe it wasn’t enough.”

Pokey’s Playlist

This is fan music celebrating our favorite video game Earthbound Mother 2 (If you could not tell).

“Beep. You have one saved message. Sunday. 7:43 PM.”

Hey, Dad.
Thanks for calling.
You always do — right before it gets too much.
Right before I feel like I might fold in half.
You ask if I want to save.
Yeah. I always do.
But not just the game.
Not just the progress.

Sometimes I wish you’d ask if I was okay.
Not my stats. Just me.
But maybe that’s not how you say things.
Maybe saving is your way of saying
“I love you.”

Click.

You say you’re proud.
I believe you. Mostly.
I hear it under the static.
I think I used to pretend you were just busy —
Not distant.

You sent money.
I spent it on cookies, hotel stays,
and the times I didn’t want my friends to see I was tired.
Thanks.
Really.

Paula said I should talk to you.
But how do you talk to a dial tone
that always sounds like your own voice
waiting to be heard?

I beat the final boss, Dad.
It didn’t feel like winning.
I came home, and it was quiet.
You called again.
Said “Well done.”
I said “Thanks.”
But I wanted to say
“I’m scared.”

I saved the world.
I don’t know if I saved myself.
You always let me save the game,
but you never said I could restart.

Sometimes I pick up the phone,
just to hear it ring.

“Next time…
just stay on the line.
I think I’d like that.”

End of message.

Click.

Thank You for Calling, Dad

* YOU .
* I'VE HAD IT WITH YOUR UTTER BULLSHIT , VARIK .
* MARK . MY . WORDS .
* I WILL SHOVE YOUR HEART SO FAR UP YOUR ASS IT'D BE IN THE SAME PLACE I GOT IT FROM .
* TL:DR
* EAT SHIT , F████T ! ! ! 
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V1 - https://soundcloud.com/reverienova/starstopper-hh

STARSTOPPER ~ REVERIE'S RAGE [ V2 ]

* NOW YOU'VE DONE IT !!!
* GRRRHH.....
* FETCH ME THEIR SOULS !!!!

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OG track by Luna: https://soundcloud.com/ut-halloween-hack/no-more-nuzzles-fart

+* NO MORE NUZZLES +* [ reverified ]

Un cover de este tema de mother cogdis, eso es todo

Battle for the point of power (Cover)

Someone who wants to leave a mark in some positive way :3
I'm trying to create my own indie game with my own songs so maybe I'll post some in here.

this is my alt account where I will upload wips and other stuff, i might be more active posting here than on my main account (if you're going to follow this one, might as well go follow that one as well)

We believe in the power of music to reach out to others, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Our lyrics explore the complexities of life, family, philosophy, spirituality, and the myriad emotions that define our journey. Through this music, we aim to shed light on the strategies of coping, the importance of resilience, and the unwavering belief in a brighter tomorrow.

Subo covers con el soundfont de mother 3 por mero aburrimiento, así que no busco fama o cosas asi


Algunos covers que no suba en mi canal los pondré aquí

New tracks tagged #Earthbound