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Alabama

Don't Be Afraid

Banned From Cargo feat. Stagger

California

If Thats Alright By You

Moseyin Around Town

Rescued My Soul

What Will You Leave Behind

This song was from Battle Technology Issue 0102, October 3027. From my research, it was never recorded. The composer is Nina Barton and the lyricist, William H. Keith, Jr.

As such, I present it to you, as used in Tex's analysis of the Amaris Civil War: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c71x68uWd5k

Addemdum: Seems Soundcloud replies got a severe lag... I'll do what I can.

DropShip Thunder

Battle Hymn Of The Mechwarrior

Based on "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" by Warren Zevon

Roland The Headless Urbie Pilot

We'll Meet Again

Wayfaring Stranger (Traditional)

Wayfaring Mechwarrior

I Hung My Head

Done on commission! PM me or email me at hermeticgoat at gmail dot com if you want to hire me.

Ishmael's Oath (Leslie Fish)

Let’s all go to Cargonia
Land of Stolen things
Obey the quartmermaster
unless he is a ling
cargo techs scour the station
to find more shit to take
the boss is never satisfied
until the station breaks

miners journey onwards
satchel and pick in hand
Checkers tells them not to die but they
burn in Lavaland
sing praises to Cargonia
give grace to Zorg’s high priest
this is a place of refuge
at least til signulo’s released

Hail, hail Cargonia!
Land of stolen things!
Obey the quartermaster,
unless he's a ling!
Miners! Don't die today...
Cargo techs, push freight!
Our enemies are in dismay,
ALL HAIL CARGONIA!


Andy was masturbating
the lusty Xenomorph Maid was mating
Ian, the HoP, giving clown all-access because
The lizards had taken the station

The Hell-burn was not complete
The blob consuming the ship, a treat
Medical could not clone anyone
Disrupted by the tatorous Cuban Pete

Botany scrambled for gun fruit
Lings and cultists and drakes abundant
The station was defenseless while
Security was beating all the robust assistants

The janitor scrambled to clean
the Curator let out a tortured scream
the Chef and bartender retreated to the
only nation left on the scene



Gilded doors tower before you
a phalanx of emagged Beepskies guarding
Parting the sea of guards he comes
Randolph P. Checkers; a man above

He stretches a hand, welcoming in
A cigar-wielding, seasoned grin
“give me your tired, your weak, your poor,
your stupid mimes and your clowns galore.”

The doors open, revealing the garden
Eden before you, gold and heartened
engineer and scientist vanguards
botanists and displaced bards

You take a step in, bask in the glory
Cargo techs treat you in a hurry
Fed and clothed, you smile wide
Just as a bomb detonates inside.

Cargonia

I hate music

Juvenile Monstrosity

Original by Jesse Ferguson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pm3dxyNctus
Please check out his channel!
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMBYnBUa6XJCfO_h4vkrkBg

The Merchant Sailor's Farewell (Jesse Ferguson)

I refined this from a previous version.

Commissioned by Vitty! PM me here or email hermeticgoat at gmail dot com for commission work.
www.sarna.net/wiki/Home_is_the_Regiment
Lyrics by William H. Keith Jr.

Home Is The Regiment

Od In Van Zandt

Hey yall, my name is Tim Knecht and I'm a singer/songwriter from Susanville, California. I play country/folk/blues, and some of the things I write about are love, depression, travelin and my faith in God. Currently touring the US and playing open mics, busking on the streets, and recording new music. Follow me on Facebook/Instagram to see what I'm up to and where I'm at, or if you need to get ahold of me. 

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