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2025 Demos

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000-Another Year-Demo

006-Cats And Rats-Demo

Happy b-day Abi.  His fave director is Stanely Kubrick. I asked him to rec me a film last year and he said “Happiness with Philip Seymour Hofman.” I thought it was creative and funny and sad. He has higher moral standards than me. Found his gf perverted.  I would have called it kinky. I was going to tell him to lower his standards but if someone said, “maybe you should cheat”to me I’d say “no” cos a)your gf is supposed to be one of your best friends and b)it’s disrespectful. If I treat one of my best friends with disrespect how can I treat my friends well?  So I think Abi should do Abi. Other than that Abi sent me a pic and I told him he looked a bit like Rami Malek. He wasn’t too fond of that but Rami Malek isn’t bad looking and Abi looks 16.

I thought the whole song was A Dorian but it’s actually A dorian b2 alternating with A dorian for the verses.  I came up with the riff and wanted to make it more complex so I used the same strumming technique for ‘Can’t Stop.’ First time I used hand clicks for a song and also first time I’ve kept an entire song all modal. Thought the vocal phrasing was quite ZZ Ward for the verse and I wanted to  make it more hard rock sounding like Soundgarden. So the verses sound quite ZZ Garden or Soundward (Squidward). The bass in the verses is playing a simplified version of the bass line in ‘Come Together.’ I do like the vocal phrasing for ‘yet in the mix I found joy’ for the chorus. First time I’m doing that much falsetto for lead which is inspired by QOTSA. Some counter melodies for the beginning of verse 2. Fave use of counter melody is probably the 2nd half of ‘Emotion Sickness’ from Silverchair. I added some congas and wanted the same rhythm as the percussion from ‘Roots Bloody Roots’ but I decided to keep things simple and accent the 2 vocal syllables.. Then, the last chorus I was going to copy paste my piano parts but accidentally copy pasted my lead guitar over and that improved the groove.

Lyrics: Written by SGOR. Some guy on reddit. Lost contact. If it sounds like it was written an angsty teen that’s cos’ it was written by an angsty teen. Terrific message about finding empathy. Not sure about how death fits into all this.  ‘There can be miracles when you believe’ is cheesy on paper but I don’t think it’s cheesy when you hear it. ‘If you squeeze my lizard I’ll put my snake on you’ is ridiculous on paper but badass when you hear it. Depends on vocal tone, phrasing, delivery, and melody.

Stranded on a desert planet, lost in my own curse,
As if I caused a cataclysm, but all I did was change.
I was Found in the mud, like a coin in ruin's dust,
Polished up, made to fake, like I hadn't seen the rust.
Hear a beating heart in the darkness,
I've been lost, I've been found, I've wandered so long,
I found myself in you, but in the end, it wasn't me I found.

Ride with me through the storms of life, (it was fly with me originally and I am not singing that)
Let our hopes shine bright,  (it was light shine bright originally)
Like we've been struck by lightning, 
Revealed 
As something in the night.
I came to life when loss became real,
Felt pain and sympathy,
Yet in that mix, I found joy, found a way to be.
Am I cursed? I'll never know, but I'll embrace it all,
Life is its own limit, 
perfection in its sprawl.
The final goodbye, the chill of death, it comes for us all,

Running through the lost ruins of an apocalypse. (I wanted to give some more sensory elements to a song that was very much ‘in its feelings. So I matched the idea of a cataclysm. Took about 10 secs to type out)
Found myself with spears and arrows and feeling generous
Smeared my face in mud, like an Indian warchief
I’ve been dead, I’ve come to life, I’ve wandered so long
I found myself in you, but in the end it wasn’t me that I found



Ride With Me

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

Dramatic rock anthem about personal freedom featuring strings and guitar

Kingdom Come

Instrumental: Hard rock EDM fusion. Electronic drums with authentic electric guitars.

Adam Svenstring - The Great Awakening

024-Slime-Demo

Ta 25ième heure, l'heure à laquelle tu décides de vivre ta passion.Lorsque l'on fait une activité qu'on aime le temps est toujours trop court et jamais assez long.

Your 25th hour, the time at which you decide to live your passion. When doing an activity that we like, the time is always too short and never long enough.

Ta 25e heure

Tu l'imagines
Mais tu plies l'échine… toujours!

Cet espoir de bonheur
Te reviens à chaque heure… à chaque heure.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent

Tu rêves de cet instant
Pour traverser ces moments… plus librement.
Toutes ces journées à labourer
Pour construire ce paradis… tant souhaité.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent s’écoulent s’écouleeeeent

Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L'important c'est que tu t'écoutes
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure

Solo

Celle qui t'appartient
La réalisation de ton destin
L'instant de bonheur
Ta passion à toutes heures… à toutes heures

(Mais tu te dis…)
Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L’important c’est que tu y touches
Le temps présent
Le temps constant
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure


Ta 25ième heure

A celebration of the most mistreated character in music video history:
https://youtu.be/8SbUC-UaAxE?si=F3SUAcM8Xf91NiF1&t=417

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Three tiers
Nine hours of buttercream
And none of it...
was my damn fault

They built me tall in the back of a bakery
With trembling hands and nervous pastry
A tower of sugar, proud and obscene
White as sin and twice as mean

Fondant swans and wedding gold,
We were sweet, but we were cold
And we got hauled in a battered van
Like I wasn’t more than a five-day plan

I saw 'em kiss, I heard 'em cheer
I smelled cheap wine and bridal fear
They danced like gods, then slipped like men
And guess who took the fall again?

It's not my fault!
I'm just the cake!
You fake your vows, I just get baked!
You lose your mind, I lose a tier
Then someone dives in with a cheer!

Don't blame the frosting for your fate
I just stood there. Looked... 
Great

He wore a suit like it owed him cash
She wore white like a powder stash
The flowers died before the vows
The band played slow, the sky played loud

The priest forgot the final line
The ring went on like a warning sign
They posed beside me, full of grace
But I could see it in her face

They said "forever," but I smelled fear
The kind you frost with souvenir
You want a symbol? Fine, I'm tall
But don't blame me when you lose it all!

It’s not my fault!
I didn’t break!
You threw your love into a lake
You kissed too fast, you drank too slow
You planned a dream you didn't know

Don't blame the icing when you fall
I just stood there. That's all

And then
That guy
No name. No tie
Just heat and bourbon in his eyes
He leapt
Like sugar held salvation...
And landed face-first in damnation...

In me!

It's not my fault!
I didn't ask to be your throne!
You wanted myth, I gave you scone
You built it all, then burned it down
And I'm the one who wears the crown?

I never said "forevermore"
I just said "dessert's by the door"

I was delicious
And that... 
Should've been enough

It's Not My Fault

California Sober- Combstead & Robert Grigg

001-Undivided-Demo

002-A Way To Scream-Demo

003-Pointing A Gun At The Sun-Demo

Anxious

Post Apocalyptic Poetry From The Valleys
Email: TG122012@icloud.com
xX When The Old Industry Dies, We Will Rise Xx

024-Slime-Demo

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