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Joab Nevo
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- Last Record: 2013-05-23 19:24:03 -0500
- Joined: Oct 20, 2011
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I have recently remastered some of my songs and REmixes. Didn't really plan to post them here because I thought it would be weird to have so many doubles, so I just posted the one I was most proud of ("Nowherevillians Arise").
But since it WAS me who worked on these remasters - the same guy that made the previous nasty sounding masters - I decided to post them (well, at least some of them - one at a time), and see what other musicians (and listeners, as well!) think. DO they actually sound much better, as I hope they do, and should I do anything to improve them further?
Thank you for listening. :) x
Let's move to California
Get a place in Hollywood
Go to bars that the stars
Are known to frequent
And get their autographs
(We'll get some money out of it)
We'll stay up late every night
And make believe
There are no obligations
We'll roam the town
And say we're celebrities
(And friends of Joseph Gordon-Levitt)
It won't take long
'Til they know our names
'Til we burst in flames
All over Tinseltown
We'll be cast
In all the big productions
Objects of attraction
Singing all the way to the bank
They won't be able
To call us idiots
Anymore
We'll be adored
We'll be wine
We'll be acid
We'll be all they're craving
Packaged neatly and massively sold
When Hugh fuckin' Laurie
Is my best mate
They will be sorry
(Oh man, will they be sorry!)
They always made us wait
And laughed at us behind our backs
And when we do lines
With Charlie Sheen
All those arseholes will be green
(May their envy consume them!)
They will eat us
They will drink us
They will crave and need us
Like a drug they could never afford
They will eat us
They will wine and feed us
Nowherevillians arise
From the gutter to the skies!
When Hugh fuckin' Laurie
Is my best mate
(So get your lazy ass out of bed
Pack a bag
And let's do it!)
They will be sorry
(Oh man, will they be sorry!)
They always made us wait
And laughed at us behind our backs
And when we arrive
At our old school
All the haters
Will fuckin' drool!
And when we are down
And feeling blue
We can tell ourselves
We're no longer me and you
...and slightly REmixed
Her mother called her Ted
After the milkman
(It was her fault he's dead)
And she was never understood
Never in the mood
Never had the money
For a private jet
(or drinks, or food)
...and slightly REmixed
