HSR OST Full-On!

These are the songs I made in 2019. I expect to make a lot more songs later on. They will be added to this playlist untill there are 12 songs. Then it's time to create part 2.
Enjoy listening

Birch 2019, part 1

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Title: Its Too Bad
Artist: Popcaan 
Genre: Dancehall
Label: Notnice Records
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POPCAAN - ITS TOO BAD - AUG 2013

Strong Bad - Everybody To The Limit (Come On Fhqwhgads)

The most anticipated mixtape of 2012.

Fear, Loathing, Wrenchbike

Feared And Loathed
All Across The Globe
Like I'm Danny Trejo
The Actor
But this ain't acting
And Rauol Duke says that
In a world of Thieves
The only final sin is stupidity
But I'ma gonn' wait and see
See that double yellow line 
As we goin' flying
In an Audi or maybe an old Lincoln
Quit Blinkin'
Or you'll miss the season
Where I come out Top Chef
Cause I'm the best
That's the reason
Ain't got time for Beefin' 
Books, studyin' up or readin'
I'd rather party at Four Seasons
Cause I can't afford the Hilton
But that don't matter cause
I'm just chillin'
Respectin' the flows
Of the universe's magic 
Streamin' through my windows
Oh wait, that's just the sun caught up in some dust
Man I should probably dust
Before this house goes bust 
And I gotta live out the back of a truck
Forget that, that energy's negative
My effervescent good nature
Be from my will to stay ahead of it
So maybe I rap just for the hell of it
Got 54 fans and counting
That's better than the alternative
Bein' another suburban Mass-marketed 
Sell-out sales instrument

When I wake Up
I get dressed up
Then I hit the boulevard
To find that Bad Love
Yeah, you know what it is,
the kind that always leave bruises
So let's do this
but before I finish
I gotta have a witness
So I don't die breathless
Cause the Wrench always
be livin' reckless
My set List
Looks like the
Top of the pop hits
Cause I always spit it

Yeah, so don't hate
It was just fate
That gave me my strength
to spit somethin' sick
That make the masses pulsate
New raps comin' out on my mixtape
So I write the truth
And stay true Everyday
Not everyone can say what I say
That's why I speak it 
Through my mouth
With an energetic heart rate
That my Effervescent beats make
It's better than a stock trade
So get together and celebrate
The Wrench is an incredible human of power yeah you heard it

This is a rap song

This is a rap song
I wrote it to be 3
minutes long
and hit your ears 
like a bomb
But feel soft like a used futon
Ya can't buy this usin' coupons
And if you say you can hang wit' me
Homie, your dead wrong,
Your mix tape and your songs
sound like they were written 
by your friend's mom
And that ain't “Neato Kiddo”
No matter the flow or the tempo
So why don't ya go, and get gone,

And in other more important matters,
Anybody else been noticin' the way 
Cash be flowin' in rivers
Through this quiet house in the suburbs?
Yeah don't get disturbed
We ain't sellin' the glass, yay, or sexual favors
It's from my raps you sociopath pervert
I'm on the attack
To leave my stamp 
On the label industry camp
And steal their fans
Like a Champ

But baseball's never really been my thing
And I prefer champagne 
To getting beat in the ring
Not that I'm not ridiculously strong
I could probably pick up a truck
And then go mow a lawn
I've been known to eat 3 hotdogs
That's why my stomach feels like a rock
So go ahead and touch it
LADIES
I'd love to get some dinner later this evening 
UHHH

Amen, Brother Break Beat
Wake up
Throw the shoes on
Brush up the teeth 
Eat a couple croutons
Put um in my eggs
fry 'em with the ham
Early morning meal
and it's sittin in the pan
Coffee in the cup
Hopin' for some luck
Today's a new day
A new chance
To spread love
I do it for my fans,
I do it for the people,
My rap is real
Ain't gonna be no sequel
Nobody's flow is equal
I fly high, don't come down
I'm Like an Eagle
I Soar high in the sun
And know someday 
We'll be together as one
The universe spreads like a dropped 
Bottle of milk
Big bang expansion 
it's off the freakin' hilt
No need to cry 
Cause our future won't die
Humanity is strong
We got the will to survive
That's why I speak my rhymes
Cause these are uncertain times
And our legacy, it needs to be 
One of truth and not lies
Let's learn to compromise
And help each other get by
Cause each day spent in hate
Is a day closer to the day we die
Think about your children
Think about your wife
And ask yourself why?
Weren't we born for bigger things?
Than driving fast cars 
And wearing rings
Suits don't make me happy
And neither does sleeping on a bed of money
Friendship and health are way more important
than wealth
Not that wealth's bad 
It's just not quite all that

Russian Missiles
If JFK was a victim, then I'm the limousine
Carrying the big show to it's death on national TV
Oh, wait, it was a convertible,
I suppose that's incontrivertible
I should probably get my facts straight
before I say something so visceral

So I got a loaded pistol 
Cause I gotta save my damsel
She holed up in a club with some russians who sell missiles
Full tank a gas
Bulletproof glass
Ford Escort made to dip floss, fast
My boy Herschel say
“Homie you for real?”
“Those russians are freaks, and man they aim to kill”
Damn, right Hersch you know I'm real
Cause this time it's my girl that they tried to steal
I let 'em slang their missiles
On the corner of my block
But now they got greedy
Now they gonna get DROPPED

I throw the Ford into first, 
Feel the 97 horses,
She smooth like a snake
And faster than my Porsches

These russians in a warehouse
On the outskirts of town
But it look more like a doghouse
TIME TO PUT THESE PUPPIES DOWN

In Soviet Russia, Tree hug you
I drive up to these ruskies and my car slams the phone booth
They shoot me with automatic weapons and some grenades
But you know the bike, man, 
I'm out unscathed
Look at the biggest one
Think his name Alexei
I tell him what up
Today's your death day!
Shoot him in the teeth
Then punch his kidney
He just a dumb cat 
Like them fools Ren and Stimpy
And I'm all man, so I make my demands
Give me my dame back 
And I'll let you out in one piece, 
instead of looking like ground beef

I hop behind the wheel of a cement roller
Barrels, benches, and guns, yeah
I run it all over
Then I catch one looking over his shoulder
Catch him in a second and it
Looks like tonight
we're eating pancaked russian soldier

The last one alive
His name Nikolai
He got one eye
Cause he was a KGB spy
But every lucky cowboy on a spree,
eventually, will meet his demise

I grab a pipe wrench
He goes for his knife
Looks like this time
It's his neck that'll have to be the pipe
I twist it all the way 400 degrees
If education was a mission to
kill anybody who's russian
Tonight I'd have earned 
Three PhD's


(Chorus)
WrenchBike vs. The Russians
Wrenchbike always wiiiiiiiiiiins

This is a Rap Song

A fun story about a fat guy, blaming fastfood to did this all

Fat Guy

A song with a melancholic waltz-tempo. The story is a bit sad. 
The theme: 'So close, but still too far away'. 
The cellos underline these feelings.
It's tempting to listen to this sensitive song while drifting into your own memories...

The update from january 2021 contains some minor changings of the lyrics an a lot of improvements on the sound of the song.

The lyrics:
Maybe
(c) HWBerkhout 20219 / 2021 (update)

We were children and we played around the hills of our town
We were happy, we laughed and had fun
We grew up and we played up the hills all our time
There I met you, but I acted so late

You were always so close
But a lifetime away
We are living along
But also alone

But I hoped
Maybe...
Love comes
Maybe...

=solo 1=

We watched children while they played around the hills of our town
They looked happy, they laughed and had fun
You were in my room, you smiled so sweet, love stirred up in me
But I thought do I really know you?

You were always so close
But a lifetime away
We are living along
But also alone

=solo 2=

You were always so close
But a lifetime away
We are living along
But also alone

Then I knew
Maybe...
Love left
Maybe...

=solo 3=

You want to live your life 
And I took mine as it went
But I still see the hills 
of our town, 

You were always so close
But a lifetime away
We are living along
But also alone

We were always so close
But a lifetime away
We lived along
But always alone

Maybe...

Song about my son and me in our relation during the years
The song has a somewhat predominant way of playing of the 5 strings fiddle. But that makes it intriguing.

Dreams

The title is no mistake; it's about how the world turns.
An easy listening song with a nice solo in it with a nylon string guitar.

Mary - Go - Round

This song is about the condition of our earth and how to become aware it's 1 to 12. It has a Latin touch, but also feels modern

Lyrics:
The Clock (c) HWBerkhout 2018/ 2019
I believed in politics
It made all work well
I listened to government
but their lies are packed so swell

I never listen to people
living in great wealth
They won't care for our environment
At least, that's how I felt

I trusted people
who know the state of our earth
But their promise to fight pollution
Is now covered in dirt

Many politicians speak words
that makes me sad
Why believe the United Nations?
While their lack of actions feel so bad

Chorus
No, don't wait until tomorrow
To see who saw the light
All words sound so hollow
And we can't sleep during the night

No, don't wait until tomorrow
But start doing what we must
If you feel your head's blown
keep faith in what you trust
like me

I like to listen to people
Who are able to give us hope
Let's start by join their movement
So we can do what others won't

No, don't wait until tomorrow
To see who saw the Light
Of course there will be sorrow
But in the end we win this fight

No don't wait until tomorrow
Just think of what to achieve
Let words don't sound hollow
and keep strong in that believe

No, don't wait until tomorrow
but join those who try
Those words will gain the power
where politicians stop to lie

Getting stronger by the hour
brings nature back on it's feet
So listen and shout it out loud
Indifference we'll beat!

'cause listen, listen and hear, the clock ticks...

The Clock

The song for the 99th email read by Strong Bad.
Brings tears to my eyes...
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Strong Bad Email #99 - Different Town

I compose songs, write lyrics and sing most of them. I don't have  'one'  style. It depends on my mood or on certain issues that are going on in our world. AND some listeners can even tell which songs are genuine 'Birchwood-songs' (!)