school assignment #356446
all sounds created with NI Massive

עוז חזר מהמילואים

play play play

Somewhere I'm a apart
And oh on a some occasion
Nowhere in particular
You're in a very specific location
 
Nobody knows where you are
At least no one that I have addressed
But I have haunted your palace
Well your sheets don't twist themselves, I guess.
 
I ended up at your doorstep
My feet seemed to follow my thought
The lavender scent tied me up
Or was it me that slipped inside the rope
                                          
Those who will say you are deep
well they know you have not been very faithful
i'm sorry, love, i must confess
I know some would even kill themselves
You say you don't like gifts, but gifts don't just climb their way to your shelves
i guess

I ended up at your doorstep
My feet seemed to follow my thought
The lavender scent tied me up
Or was it me that slipped inside the rope
 
I say you're my addiction to my parole officer
And he says it's just a smoker's cough
But it's not the same, cause I know
What you taste like
 
Some will say we have to suffer for love
And the other half is the torturers
She hates to leave me out like this in the rain
But she really shouldn't drive in this emotional state
 
Some will say we have to suck it up
Cause they won't like who we really are
the thoughts appear like my hands around the keys
But I really shouldn't get behind the wheels of a car
When I'm like this

DEMO

I Shouldn't Be Driving In This Emotional State

live recording using:
piggyFX Flashdrive
Line6 DL4
EHX Holy Grail Plus

through Lexicon io22 to cubase 5

Hurricane Theme

quick jam on abeltom with a launchpad mini

Third sketch of a song I did for production class

were on the same book but I doubt were on the same page
let's skip this fight right into sleep like it's some happy occasion
come and let's accommodate this feel with some words
but if you don't wanna talk it's cause you've seen this before
  
i've got a terminal disease
and I haven't found an aid
I can't seem to fall asleep
without the grace of a helping hand

Lets take the time between the dust to dust for eminence
Were flats and sharps among the white keys  that make all the sense
Cause all the notes are right doesn't make this song complete
Were running wild wasting time aimlessly

 where is my feu de joie

i've got a terminal disease
and I haven't found an aid
I can't seem to fall asleep
without the grace of a helping hand

yours truly, future wife

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