Shadowplay (Joy Division/The Killers cover)

Cover of Marilyn Manson's 'Mister Superstar' with a bass, an effects pedal, and a mic.

Mister Superstar (Marilyn Manson Cover) 3 - 9-15

Original song with a bass, an effects pedal, and a mic.

Fight! 3 - 9-15

Cover of Joy Division's 'Shadowplay', influenced by The Killers' cover of the same song, with a bass, an effects pedal, and a mic.

Shadowplay (Joy Division/The Killers Cover) 3 - 9-15

Original work with a bass, an effects pedal, and a mic.

Pisces 3 - 9-15

All tracks played with a bass, mic, and effects pedal, recorded unprofessionally at The Bubble Lounge in Arcata, CA.

Playing Pretend (Written by Two Slots)

She says all the words
That I've already heard
The phone was rehearsal, but the show is live
I can't bear to look
But I'm stuck on her hook
She needs me like air to survive
Like air, she sees through me
Like air, she consumes me
I think to myself with a private smile
But where would I be
Without her behind me
And I wonder if living a lie is worthwhile

'Cause I would forgive you if you just said the words
And tried to make it all okay
Hearts are liars, darling, I know
But you know that I'll take it anyway

And you tried to feel shame
But you're just not the same
As the girl who first told me that I was your star
And you curled and you cried
But all that you tried
Just couldn't change the fact that you'd flown too far
You're a different girl
In a different world
One you painted yourself with no room left for me
Now I'm stuck on this isle
With memories of your smile
And it's hard to forget when I live in your sea

'Cause I would forgive you if you just said the words
And tried to make it all okay
Hearts are liars, darling, I know
But you know that I'll take it anyway

And we'll pick up again
And we'll play pretend
Living in a doll house like eternity's here
You'll say that you love me
I'll say you should leave me
Roll your eyes, I don't care if it's ever sincere

I would forgive you if you just said the words
And cried and begged just like a play
Hearts are liars, darling, I know
But you know that I'll take it anyway
'Cause this is all I have today

Playing Pretend

One Good Fight

All tracks played with a bass, mic, and effects pedal, recorded unprofessionally at The Bubble Lounge in Arcata, CA.

I Need Some Fine Wine And You Need To Be Nicer
(Written by The Cardigans)

Oh oh, sit
Good dog, stay
Bad dog, wooh
Down, roll over

Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl
Tryin' to play together somehow
I'm wastin' my life, you're changin' the world
I get drunk and watch your head grow

To the good times that we share
And the bad times that we'll have
For the good times and the bad times we'll have

It's been a long, slow collision
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog
Baby, you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

I need some fine wine, and you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times we'll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
'Til I go and kill the bottle
I go off over any old thing
Break your heart and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we've shared
And the bad times that we'll have
For the good times and the bad times we'll have

It's been a long, slow collision
I'm a pitbull, you're a dog
Baby, you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

I need some fine wine, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times we know will come, yeah

I need some fine wine, you, you need to be nicer
You need to be nicer
You and me, yeah

For the good times
And the bad times
We'll have
Sit

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop
Lap dog, bad dog
Sit

I Need Some Fine Wine, And You Need To Be Nicer (The Cardigans Cover)

All tracks played with a bass, mic, and effects pedal, recorded unprofessionally at The Bubble Lounge in Arcata, CA.

Fight! (Written by Two Slots)

We could have a quiet night, but I'll shake the cage instead
If we have a fight, I'm not the only one that I want dead

And between your cries and the panic in your eyes
Where apathy is the only prize
And give me a moment to overanalyze
The whole situation 'til it's makin' me wanna fight
Come on, baby, let me fight

Why are you surprised every time that I'm unkind
If you pluck out your own eyes, every kind of love is blind
No one's ever right, 'cause we were made a little wrong
And the one who wins the fight is the one who gets to write the song

And between your cries and the panic in your eyes
Apathy is the ultimate prize
When you're beaten down and demoralized
I'll have the upper hand, and it's gonna help me win the fight
Come on, baby, let me fight

Lovin' you and hating me
Daring you to stay with me
Distract me from misery
If you love me, FIGHT WITH ME

Fight!

Who can't spare a smile
With you under their arm
I guess that ain't his style
He's never much for charm
Meanmuggin' everyone in the room
If he got a Y chromosome
Why's he always doom and gloom
If he's the one that's takin' you home

No one likes him anyways
His stiff lip and his quick defense
We all see the game he plays
And it makes the whole room tense
Throwin' guilt at you, nothin' new
Leave the party on his whim
It's not how they look at you
It's how they look at him

Ain't it nice to be a trophy
You know he'll keep the boys away
But no matter how well you know me
He sees a path for you to stray
And he can't hold faith in his hand
So, of course, he's not too fond
He's the boy who cried alpha
And yet you still respond


The Boy Who Cried Alpha

My solo bass/vocal stuff recorded unprofessionally at my house.
Original unless otherwise noted. 

Two Slots

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