A fun little Chiptune track i did with Radix!

Download here: http://shirobon.bandcamp.com/album/distant-reality

Enjoy!

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Cyber Party ft Radix

Highest quality recording of 'Commando (hiscore)', done on my favourite sidchip (6581 R3 0184). This chip has been selected from a batch of 50 to sound like the one in my old C=128 that went broken. As everyone remembers these tunes a bit differently, I cannot tell if this sounds right or if it is how Hubbard intended it to sound, but i think it comes pretty close. Actual feedback from Rob, on facebook Hubbard fanpage, is :'sounds damm close to my vague recollection of the naff iffy low pass filters' - Please download the .WAV file, soundcloud streaming does terrible things to chiptunes. Direct from MOS6581 recording with dedicated output circuitry, no mastering, no EQ, no editing (only fadeout). Thx to dustlayer.com for the C64 pic.

Commando(hiscore) [Waveophile]

"Sarah Said"

Sarah said she'd always be a friend
Until we drifted away
If asked she'd say she'd join us at the end
But the end never came until it did

One friend down and another upset
No regrets, nothing said yet
Maybe the next will be the best one yet
Is it over yet? Yes, as we wait by the tree
If I had to confess I'd say we couldn't care less
But honestly that becomes a lie as time passes by

Sarah said she'd always be a friend
Until we drifted away
If asked she'd say she'd join us at the end
But the end never came until it did

Fork in the road, group split up in two
She took the left path and I took the right one with you
And every new day we look to tomorrow and pray
To build a better future starting today
For the new ones on the way
And we never look back to the choices we made
It's no mistake

Lost in dystopian dreams of a paradise turned to gray
Bound together by blood, sweat
Fighting our way out every day

Sarah said she'd always be a friend
Until we drifted away
If asked she'd say she'd join us at the end
But the end never came until it did

Watch the children play in the light of the sun
Cross the field in a sacrifice to the sun
Feel the rainfall and then part the clouds for the sun
Hand in hand and I always knew you were the one

I know you will always be my best friend
And we'll not drift away
If asked we'd say there will never be an end
And the end never came and never will

Sarah Said

"Time to Zen"

Alright, here we go
It's my time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if I'm alone until the end
It's our time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if we're alone until the end

Fisted again like a block of ham
She's insisting that he's just a friend
Pent up frustration, mass vacation
Knowing better, she's never been wetter

Stained sweater, unraveling time
Blood red wine, cops ducking behind
Savor the sign of escaping the swine
I'm not the kind of guy to get caught

So confess like a man of god
Where the talk is cheap and smells a lot like cod
Assume the position just like you were taught
In the back seat of a church parking lot

Take the piss, swab for the test
Snot in the mask for the preacher to bless
Moving out west, seeking the shade
Of a lonely tent in Newsom's homeless parade

It's my time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if I'm alone until the end
It's our time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if we're alone until the end

Radiation man in a pink dress
Shedding sickness in a corner where they piss
Fairy tale feathers and disloyal friends
Fake tales of bad weather looping on CNN

Homeschooled kids at the park
Have those eyes that can see in the dark
No closed minds of the programmed kind
Not stuck inside the confines of the paper's lines

Fat cat without the cash
Hot girls without the smash
Bashed out brains, gone insane
From the spike proteins up in his vein

Now it's tick-tick-tocking just a matter of time
'Til his heart starts stopping on a dime
When you teach a fish to fry
The needle drops and mankind goes bye

It's my time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if I'm alone until the end
It's our time to zen
No fair-weather friends
That's fine if we're alone until the end

Time To Zen

"New Beginnings", my EP released on Data Airlines in 2013.

https://dataairlines.bandcamp.com/album/new-beginnings-data028

New Beginnings

"Lost Tapes 1" CD and download avaialable on Data Airlines:
https://dataairlines.bandcamp.com/album/lost-tapes-1-data034

Zeta Force

Freeze

Misunderstandings

The Cars Don't Come Back is what happens when you buy a car that's less 'certified pre-owned' and more 'certified to erase your existence' -- the only guarantee is that neither you nor the car are making a return trip.

THE CARS DON'T COME BACK

A car waits, empty and hollow
Its trunk locked with secrets too heavy to hold
Neon drips from a forgotten sky
A door opens that was never meant to be

We sign the papers, but no one tells
what you’re really giving away
The car is just a container for nothing
Once the door closes it never opens again

The walls whisper static
A man listens without knowing why
His eyes—two black holes
Dark openings with nothing inside

You sign the papers but no one tells
what you’re really giving away
The car is just a container for nothing
Once the door closes it never opens again

The cars don’t come back and neither do the men
The cars don’t come back and neither do the men
The cars don’t come back and neither do the men
The cars don’t come back and neither do the men

The Cars Don't Come Back

“General MIDI Wins His War” is a fever dream of obsolete machines locked in eternal combat, where cassette ghosts haunt scorched staff lines and glitch gods dance on the graves of fallen strings. It’s not a song— it’s a transmission from a forgotten firmware myth.

General MIDI storms the field
Robot beats with plastic shields
Velocity cranked, 128 strong
Polyphonic grunts in a quantized song

Trumpets wheeze, low-budget squeal
Fuzzed out chords shred what's real
Waveforms clash in the staff warzone
Guitars die fast from the Casiotone

General MIDI wins his war
Sampled boots stomp the score
Strings recede as keyboards roar
General MIDI wins his war

And the cello snapped in the digital blaze
Pianos trapped in a lo-fi haze
"Sergeant Synth, march in the ranks!
Clip the mix with their 8-bit tanks!"

Arpeggiated stab, a jagged spree 
Expression's a ghost of the MPC
The maestro screams, the purists flee
The general laughs and sets the beat free

General MIDI wins his war
Sampled boots stomp the score
Strings recede as keyboards roar
General MIDI wins his war

With the help of the Commodore 64
Those guitar heroes are no more

Commando(hiscore) [Waveophile]

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