A weird little beat I threw together, and (below) are the lyrics to a random rap I wrote in about ten minutes.

"They told me not to talk to you, but I do it anyway! 

I’m  like a Spider, Takin back my vengeance, Eight little legs at a time, I feel sickness,

I’m so quickness, burnin without forgiveness, Frame myself for murder when I shot my own witness,

In the endless, no one’s ever sinless, the door kept creackin so I knocked it off the hinges,

Pop the needle out, flicking on syringes, adore my euphoria, ladies start your engines,

No sentence, holds my admittance, I aint sittin on the Prison Court Yard Benches.

I throw wrenches and everybody flinches, The smell of empowerment, that is what the stench is.

I’m 6’2” maybe give or take some inches, I aint miniature, but I still got pinches,

I aint a bunny but I’m still hoppin fences, and if that isn’t clear, then baby check ya lenses."

A rap to the words of Metaphorest's incredible poem, (below) that she wrote for Wirrow's amazing image.  :)

"Meek boy, weak boy, frightened little lamb, boy.

Eat him up, beat him up, wham, bam, slam, boy

Wolfpack, lashback, put him in his place now

Little mite, first fight, fast went down

Bloodstains, mudstains, in his little limbs, pains

Choked up, broke up, hollow-heart and numb-brains

Toughen up, button up, chin held high, child

Knuckle down, shuffle round, wolves run wild

Months pass, maths class, picking on their victim

Gathered round, floorbound, punched him, kicked him

Can’t breathe, gotta leave, little lamb is broken

Never known, all alone, all unspoken"

Walk home, stalk home, slinking through the old park

Red eyes, dead eyes, spying in the dark

A wolf, boy! Run, boy! But he stops dead, see

Stand his ground, this round, finally

Meek boy, weak boy, shed his little lamb’s wool

Strong boy, wrong boy has his little belly full

Dead wolf, bled wolf, wear a suit of wolf hide

One of them, one of them, on the outside

One of them, one of them, on the outside

Once again, just messing around, very short little piece, sorry for any distortion or background noises. (end of disclaimer).

Just a random little beat I made, not much to it. I couldn't think of anything to add to it at the moment, maybe someone else can. :)

A short little ditty I just made up, sorry for the bits of distortion.

Lyrics:

"Don't fall for his "romance",

Can you see his words?

Don't shake if you don't wanna dance,

Can you see his words?

(ahhhhhhhh,)

Don't be silent if you've got a voice,

Can you sing your words?

Don't jump if you don't wanna fall,

Are you free from earth?

(ahhhhhhhh,)"

Don't pay too much attention to these lyrics, for they don't make any sense, lol 

(lyrics below)

I‘ll walk, waiting for the train is pain, like a broken little wing on a hawk,

Outliner chalk, Run from a man, when his plan’s, got his hands poppin nickels in a sock,

Nun chuck kickin, rather than a cluck from a rubber duck chicken, luck had the pig stickin, stuck on a stick with an apple he had bitten, little fritter for the critter but the granny’s were forbidden.

I’ll talk, set a kiddie down,  I’ll surround every opportunity by the knock,  the door’s pad locked, get a glock, get it cocked, roll the barrel, let it rock, never straying from the flock, mark my words, that a couple mocking birds, are repeating all the words that I’ve heard around the block,  

Lurking are the cops, always looking the box, are we found, are we lost, when I’m skipping all the rocks,

Never good riddens, run little kittens, have a good night, no light, better bite, when the full moon’s risen, like the crime in a prison, listen to the sound of a soda pop fizzen, cause a shank maker used up all the glass that was missing,

I’ll  leave, better get a grip, and achieve and relieve instead of tuggin on a sleeve, throw it Adam Eve, weave little webs, gotta heave from the meds, and I’m seeing many reds, that have bled from a bed, that was hardly even dead, when  I said get em fed I wasn’t talking about our heads, in the shed there’s a sled that can flee you from the feds,  they were led to your home, started cutting on the bread,

Mama’s gonna make it, never try to take to a steak for a dog who is sleeping never wake it,  Relly get him shaking, throw a little fake bake cake, to the state of his mind in amazement,

Well, lately I've been talking to friends about writing a song adressing "Fan Girls", (of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.) I'm not talking about girls who are a fan. I'm talking about these psychotic girls who almost ruin live shows by throwing themselves at JGL. Girls who are NOT artists, and could care less about the collaborative nature of hitRECord. Those are the ones we call "Fan Girls." So this song is for you sweetie pies; and if you're offended by this, then I'm happy. (Lyrics are below so you can sing along) :)

"I've got a message, I've got a message,

To all of those fan girls all over the world,

I've got a message, to all you annoying girls,

Hitrecord don't like you, Hitrecord don't want you anymore,

Hitrecord will find you, Hitrecord will hide you in the floors 

-SMALL TALK-

Fan girls grow up, stop acting like you're twelve years old,

The Devil's calling Fan Girls, he says hell is getting cold,

Hitrecord don't like you, Hitrecord don't want you anymore,

Hitrecord will find you, Hitrecord will hide you in the floors

Wake up Fan Girls, you will be all alone in the end,

How does it feel knowing Body Guards are your only friends?

Hitrecord don't like you, Hitrecord don't want you anymore,

Hitrecord will hide you, Hitrecord will find you in the floors

(repeat)

A very short, raaaandom little song I just made up, sorry about the quality, I am not an Audio master by any means, lol,

(lyrics)

Well one day the Pen was Mightier, (repeat)

Mark my words, I wouldn't lie to ya, (repeat)

Yes the Pen was stronger than the sword, at Hit-Rec-Ord,

(laughter)

We make Art, don't call it Laborin', (repeat)

Show your heart, and let your neighbors in, (repeat)

We've got something that you can't ignore, at Hit-Rec-Ord,

Don't be shy, and just be a friend, cause in the end, ya know,

HITRECORD don't care bout' where ya been,

HITRECORD is mighty interestin',

HITRECORD will make you sane again,

HITRECORD now go and tell a friend,

Hey, I like that. :)

When sleepy and bored produces random slow music.

random little guitar piece,

(A little Spooky-ish song/poem I wrote, in the Spirit of Halloween. Lyrics Below.)

“I wrote this song last Halloween, About my wife and Gasoline,  and how I think that she was cheating on me,

She loved that Gas much more than me,  She poured it from her head to knee,

And then asked me “Babe? Would you light this match for me?”

I begged her babe don’t take your life, I walked out the room and I shut the lights,

And I told her “Honey, you just need to get some sleep.”

When I got home from work that day, I hoped and prayed she’d ran away, But unfortunately when you’re Ash you’re there to stay.

I ran away and I fled the seen, I didn’t want the cops to try blaming me,

Had to find a place where I could live namelessly, I ran and ran straight through the dark,

Back alleyways and Central Park, but nothing, oh how nothing seemed good to me!

I walked the streets withought noticing that something had been following, My footseps as I took them cautiously,

It was the Ashes of my Wife, the same girl that just had her life, straight taken away by a can of gasoline,

Her Ashes chased me high and low, there was no place for this guy to go,

“Babe please just leave me, even though I miss you so!”

Her Ashes stopped and I relaxed, right on the ground they formed a batch,

And spelled out the words “Why didn’t you light the match?”

“Oh Babe there was no way I could! I loved you right, and I loved you good!  Why would you ask that terrible deed from me?”

And then she spelled out one last thing, my heart immediately filled with shame,

It was the name of a fine young dame, that I had recently claimed.

…and then I woke up.”

(kind of hard to hear lyrics in all this Jumble!! But Please Sing Along!) 

(la la la la)

We are the trick-or-treaters knocking at your door,

We are reminding you what Halloween is for,

So give us candy and we’ll get off of your porch,

And don’t be stingy or we’re coming back for more,

I, wanna stay outside, and from the cops we’ll hide, and they will never think we’re found,

I, wanna stuff my face, I wanna eat some candy til’ I throw up on the ground!

I, wanna spook somebody, wanna do Karate and they’ll never hear a sound!

(Lalala)

We are the trick-or-treaters and  we’re here to stay,

We need a sugar rush you better not delay,

We’ll eat our sweeties and our teeth will rot away,

Get in the spirit cause it’s Halloween today!

I, wanna stay outside, and from the cops we’ll hide, and they will never think we’re found,

I, wanna stuff my face, I wanna eat some candy til’ I throw up on the ground!

I, wanna spook somebody, wanna do Karate and they’ll never hear a sound!

Oh, you’ll never keep us down, because we run this town, when ol’ October comes around!

Ooooooooo!!  OooOOOoo!!!!

(Lalala)

Halloween was awesome! And Thanksgiving is on the prowl! So I say... ON WITH THE FESTIVITES!!

 (a little children's song I wrote. feel free to sing along.) ;)

lyrics:

Halloween you did alright! But now it’s time we say goodnight!

Hop on the old November Bus! Pumpkin Pie for all of us!

I wanna be a Turkey, I wanna be a Turkey, Nothing you say can hurt me, cause I wanna be a Turkey

(la da la da la)

I’m gonna eat some Turkey Legs, I’ll have leftovers for 30 days,

I’ll  eat so much I’ll never stop, I don’t care if my belly pops,

A Turkey can gobble and so can I, I’ll gobble my way to the Rhubarb Pie,

The Mac and Cheese has caught my eye, the cranberries oh my, oh my,

I wanna be a Turkey, I wanna be a Turkey, Nothing you say can hurt me, cause I wanna be a Turkey

(la da la da la)

Thanksgiving is what we Long for….. long for,  and it’s here!

(La la la la)

Happy Thanksgiving!

(this song was written to the music of the Nothing Big Remix; and that's exactly what this is, "Nothing Big")

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

My clock keeps Ticking on the Regular-Joe’s always telling ya,

to get off the cellular,

Make stuff, 

Giving up the artistic dream makes failures, 

Hungry for the Creativity makes my belly hurt, 

Silly birds,  Spill a verse,

I will get my voice heard, and I don’t need a million words,

Copy write? Copy Wrong!

Pocket knife I brought along, and I’m barely holding on.

Keep it together baby,

Why don’t you accompany a production company?

I wanna be, I’m gonna be, a money-making summary,

When you feel bad days,

You gotta find your way,

Join the rest of the crew,

and tell a story or two,

Bad days, badder days, it all appears a thousand ways,

But nothing makes a day like singing songs on a Saturday,

Random Ditty ;)

Lyrics:

There are some odd rumors, about what we, make things for,

Being a hit RECord User, should be enough, and nothing more,

Hearts are nice when given, but when they’re not, no big deal,

The world does not stop spinnin’, because you’re not on the featured reel,

So I ask you one favor,

Shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, my friend,

Shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, be the artist that you are, don’t judge yourself by counted hearts,

There’s no competition, no right or wrong, no first, no last,

“Humble Juice” in the kitchen, now pour yourself, a hardy glass,

We are here for recording, express ourselves, collaborate,

Recommendation Hoarding, is not one, of your best traits,

So I ask you one favor,

Shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, my friend,

Shut up and make your records, shut up and make your records, be the artist that you are, don’t judge yourself by counted hearts,

“It’s not that big of a deal so take it easy. Just enjoy that fact that you’re here to do what you love; and love it. That’s all…..  so shut up.”

A random little rap I made to mtbrd's incredible beat.

Lyrics:

I used to hustle baby’s for their Milk money,

Now I’m on the Go like a Road Runner,

Running from the Gunner of an Old Hunter,

Silly Wabbit gotta Bad Habit,

and Anger Management is keeping me in line,

So I aint Mad at it,

I got a hurtin’ in this Circus that I work in,

Baby would it hurt to throw a perk in?

This aint no pay roll, I’m living in a waste hole,

I’m bout 3 seconds from a date with my pistol,

Cut the Gristle, I’m sick of all this chewing when I whistle,

I think I need an early Dismissal,

My mind was gone when I Conned all my enemies,

Skull and Cross Bones on the Death letters sent to me,

What’s a friend to me? Someone who’s offended me,

Still hasn’t forgiven me, horrifically they get to be,

In my family of misfortune, unproportionate contortionist,

Clown’s throwing Bowling Pins at Corporatist,

This is where I belong, life of circus worker,

A local flirtin lerker eatin on his Turkey Burger,

and I aint down with a murder of a life deserver,

And I deserve it so I think I’ll live a little further,

Tori, you may not know this; but one of the first records I ever made was a poem called the Juggler. Based off of your amazing animation. So you were one of the first recorders I ever saw on here. It really made me want to stay on HR after I became a member. Hope you enjoy this little Christmas gift!

Lyrics:

This girl’s like an epiphany, giving my mind a symphony, of Orchestrated slightly rotated Artistic Victory,

The rest is kind of History, we all wanna know HERstory,

You mess with this girl and we’ll write your Eulogy in a Hursery.

I got the Merry Christmas Fever, The one where I tell Tori that she made me a Believer,

Her Presence is like Christmas, talkin day, and not the EVE’r,

This recorder is a Keeper,  even  trees wouldn’t Leave her,

The pain wouldn’t linger when the Bees tried to Sting her,

Cause they found that she sweeter than a natural Honey Feeder,

She’s like a mind reader, I can tell she is a leader,

She could lead me into battle til’ I’m greeted by the Reaper,

Oh yeah! Forgot it’s Christmas he’s a Candy Cane Creature,

And he’s crying cause it sucks LolliPop Goes The Weeper,

When talent hits my eye like a sweet piece of pie that’s A’Tori,

Making records in her laboratory,

I promise you, that you will always have our true Amore,

I wanna hear some More’y, of your awesome life story,

So we need to get recordin’ someone call the Dr. Gory,

MERRY CHRISTMAS TORI!!

In this song, these kids wanted to help Joe get off the Booze. :)

I was half asleep when I threw this simple little ditty together, so sorry for all the distortion, play at your own risk, :)

(lyrics)

I am, leaving for the weekend, through the air,  I don’t know where,

I know, I’ve been to many places, now it’s time, for something new,

I have, Never Been to Paris,

Pack my bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,

It’s been, long since a vacation, look at the skies, it pleases the eyes,

I don’t, have a bit of home sick, I’m gonna be, excited for me,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Pack My bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,

Take me, all across the planet, up in the clouds, we’re up and we’re down,

Save me, from the repition, everyday, I don’t wanna stay,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Pack My bag, save me a seat,

I have, Never Been to Paris

Now I’m glad, we finally meet,

(Just felt like putting another Tune to Metaphorest's Turnip Poem)

This fellow called Fred, Instead of a head, Had a turnip on top of his neck

And the children would jeer, For he looked pretty queer, And the grown-ups would shout ‘bloody heck!’

Twas a troublesome sight, To go walking at night, And stumble upon the strange chap

So to stem the surprise, In shocked onlookers eyes, Fred fashioned himself a large cap

Then he drove into town, But with his hat down, He couldn’t see where he was headed

A terrible crash, Turned Fred’s head to mash, Yes, he was most certainly deaded

The moral herein, Is that one cannot win, When ashamed of one’s natural quirks

So parade them with pride, Never hide them inside, For fear of offending life’s jerks

(lyrics)

Make right, act right, get a little glimpse of the facts that I stack like oh! Domino.

I’m a glow, like a little worm cause I gotta go, shaking little germs off ya perm why you gotta squirm.

I’m a sing a sweet song like a baby bird, curving at the third verse, sittin in the first hurse.

Who’s hurtin for a show behind the curtain, the fans get the clappin and my voice get the workin.

Naturally a pascifist, pass a couple fist. I’m a guy that can’t resist, and I aint slappin on the wrist.

Have glass of this, I’m an acrobatic kid, and fact of it is that I’m straight imaculate Miraculous,

I’m like a teacher, metaphor? Packin acronyms. Working for the paper, paperwork? Fax it after this.

Sweet poppin bubble gum, beat boxin for the fun, pop lockin on the run,  more than one, 

Way to look at the world, back of the class the girls, with tellin me, my name sounds silly

But she fell in to my melody, Rock-a-bye baby come back, I gotta heart beatin’ ,

Symphony I’ve written for my sweet little smitten kitten,

How could you give up on the industry of chemistry, rose petal cheecks, death metal

be the end of me.  Send a letter, ink tip feather, that is telling all the fellas that I’m keepin it together,

This is a Tiny Song I made. Which a song using a Tiny Story as the lyrics. I used KarlaMarie's very unique Tiny Story "When it Rains". Here's her story below.

"Under this umbrella I do an A Cappella

and when it pours this song is always yours."

MC Robot Ronny in the club one evening. He just came in one night and freestyled for all the ladies, and then he just left. It was the weirdest thing. He made everyone pretty uncomfortable.

I'll fly away from here like wings of a Black Bird.

(based off of lauramofli's very cool and unique illustration in the resource)

Little Puffer Fish, he's a cold cold hearted soul,

Just floating in his lonely bowl, nowhere to go,

By the looks of it, he hopes the bowl overflows,

Because his needles are in need of a place

Where he can poke some holes,

I'm floatin' above, he's the Son of an Impossible Love,

I'M FLOATIN ABOVE, he's the Son of an Impossible Love,

Oh that Puffer Fish, knows he's on a slippery slope,

But getting out the bowl is the only little hope he knows,

I don't believe in ghost, but I can see through your lies,

Living in this glass bowl is to be my life,

I'm floatin' above, he's the Son of an Impossible Love,

I'M FLOATIN ABOVE, he's the Son of an Impossible Love,

                                  (END)

Sorry if my Music Pasta has any Distortellini.

Silly Little Jingle.

(lyrics)

Oh so much pride, you cannot hide,

You live like a King but you're dying inside,

Still growing old, Silver and Gold,

Can't buy back your youth as the stories were told,

You're the King,

You're the King,

Ah Ah Owww,

You're getting scared, you're not prepared,

For living a life that you always bewared,

You have no friends, this is the end,

And now you are wishing that it was pretend.

Get a little wisdom in your system; ask a little Wizard if he'll cook it in his kitchen.

(I got kind of bored, so I made this short little tune with a silly intro, I apologize for any distortion,)

This Ship is Going Down,

And you'll find me on the bottom.

(so tired when I made this soft Iron and Wine(ish) melody,) 

If you've got the Arrow,

I've got the Rain.. bow,

If you've got the Arrow,

I've got the Rain.. bow,

Life, aint always, what it seems,

Life, means more, to me,

(repeat)

(random little tune, and yes, the kids are back) ;) 

Lyrics:

She had class,  and she had soul, 

and the night was black as coal,

I must prepare my heart, because she's walking out my doorway now,

I was young and full of life,

I wanted her to be my wife,

But what I didn't know, is that it takes more rain to make a flower grow,

Oh but I can't give up on her,

We need to make this love occur,

and yes I don't know much,

I know I'm alive when I have you near.

I feel so alive when I have you near.

(end)

Random. Simple. Simply Random.... and bordem.

Random Tiredness.  Lyrics below:

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dadfjalkasdflj,

asljklksafjdfajl

asdlk;erfhlkl'...... aahhhhhh ahhhhh,

asdlfhkahlk,

alkjfalskdaflkh,

alsdkfjalsdfj......... ahhhhhhh ahhhhhh,

aslkfhalksdfasldfhlk,

alsdhfalkjdflakshdflkhalk

asldkfjlkdkh....... aahhhhh,  ahhhhhh

Let’s Get started!!

Let’s skip the talking, steady rocking, I’m a walking to the sound of a bird!

He’s a pistol, let him whistle, all melodies that you never heard!

And he can make, all of your problems disappeeeeear!!

Let’s make ruckus!!

Let’s take a second, to reflect on all the heckling that we’re gonna do!

And we can focus on a motive while I hop a locomotive with you!

And it’s tough, because we, don’t wanna stop!!  

Let’s get Kooky!

Let’s make a fire, pop a tire, cut a wire,  make a Snow Avalanche!

And now we’re cookin, no one’s lookin, While I do my legs and Shake my dance!

And now I’m breathless, I am! But I don’t……… care.

Dusted off and out of the basement; comes a short little tune about Midnight.

Lyrics below:

"One day I took a Flight;

It was about Midnight, and I saw my soul on the runway,

I saw my soul on the runway.

This Flight's killing me, I can hardly breathe,

Midnight's killing me, I can hardly see,

It was Midnight, it was here to stay,

It was Midnight, it was here to stay.

(sorry for my typical distortion. I know how to avoid it, but apparently I never do. lol)

lyrics below:

I was on the road,

I was so confused,

And I never know,

What I wanna do,

Now I’m all alone,

All I had was you,

But now I see you’re gone,

And my voice is broke,

Now I hear a bark,

After all I’ve seen,

(Welcome... to the "House of Sticks". These are the same folks that brought you the song "Weep for the King")

lyrics below:

Our House was made out of sticks, We don't have money for the bricks,

It's not a problem we can fix,

So we take all that we can get, Who cares if it's a little bit,

It's Plenty when you think of it,

So we live to the beat of a drum, it doesn't matter where we're from,

And no one knows what we'll become,

this is a house of sticks we live in,

and it's ours, so you know where we are,

So come over for a visit, You never know what you will get,

When you live in the House of Sticks,

Lyrics:

I don't have a story, no I just have this song,

Stories are for Books, and Words are for singin' sing along,

Standing on the Moon and Whistling a tune like a, (whistle)

Go to sleep in the morning, wake when the Sunshine is gone,

We're singin' to the Stars, doesn't matter which Planet that we're on,

I'm Unapologetic if I'm Boring, Consider me a Do(er) of No Wrong,

I will bring all the words that I can sing, Cause I know where I belong,

(end)

For the LOOPs Collab,

Lyrics:

I went to the racetrack,

So I could forget her face,

But it did not help at all,

All I felt was empty space,

And now I'm here everyday,

As I just think of her face,

and now I can't ever leave,

This is a permanent place,

sometimes they call me the Looper,

I wasn't a Trooper,

Never wanted to lose her,

But now I am here,

Loop it Again.

A Tiny Tune, inspired by a Tiny Story, written by the lovely Inked Canvas.

Lyrics Below:

he blew out the candles

and quietly said

i wish i wish

i wish i weren't dead

This is a Tiny Tune, based off of JohnnyCallMe's creative Tiny Story: "Two Mice".

I also felt it worked well for the Halloween Collab.

lyrics below:

Hickory Dickory Dock,

Two mice ran up the clock.

The clock struck one

And the other escaped with minor injuries.

We can't go on living this old lie,

No that ain't my life,

Oh no my heart beats for you,

I'll take the risk of being alone,

All on my own, if I can't be with you,

and my old lady say, I'm crazy, don't care what they say,

Here is a Tiny Tune based off of JenniferChittenden's brilliant & charming Tiny Story "Upside Down".

Lyrics:

Neither knew who turned whose world Upside Down.

But it's safe to say, nobody cared.

A simple tiny tune written for Mixedtapes fantastical Tiny Story: Not Myself.

Lyrics:

please excuse me if i'm not myself.   it seems i'm tangled up in other people.

lyrics:

I’m a man of many morals, packed like a Floral arrangement, you can go and ask the strangers that I hang with,  

I’m not ashamed of all the brains that I came with; just how I was brought in to this world of insane-ness

You take it or leave it, you can forsake or keep it, no matter what I’m staying true to what I’m feelin,

Influential people got an evil, inconceivable, a one track mind, is what will make you individual

Time for a reckoning! Look in your directory, and tell me what you find, I don’t mind if you’re

respecting me or not, you’ll  detect that I got, a lot of Skills that I brought, and I can tell you right now, I’m gonna use em a lot!

Why they wanna change us?!  Everybody’s strangely infamous, for having thoughts of how they’re gonna claim us!   

They blame us, and name us, a Menace to Enslave us, I’m biting through the chain, and then returning what they gave us,

I’m never gonna budge on this, I gotta grudge on this, and no it can’t be fixed, with a hug or a kiss,

You better cease and desist, or be a part of the list, because you’re standing in my target and I never miss.

Barking as Friends.  It’s just pretend, because in the end, they rip like paper dogs.

It's Halloween time, so I made a little Instrumentally Unstable soundtrack in tribute.

SmudgeofPaint, wrote this great Tiny Story: Topsy Turvy. I feel that this story can be interpreted in so many different ways. One interpretation could maybe be, that some people are so affected by what society chooses for them to be; that they forget how to choose for themselves. 

Lyrics:

Forgive me, this is sort of all over the place.

I was half asleep when I made it.

Had a nice dream though.

thedustdancestoo wrote this great tiny story, it sort of has this tragic romance feel to it, I though it'd work nicely for a Tiny Tune.

lyrics:

i want desperately

to press you between the pages

of a book,

and keep you forever.

Random little Tune. 

a little background music,

lyrics:

Take up your hate for with me,

but don't touch my family,

Everything's so cold,

As the day unfolds.

I thought that night would never end,

Take up your for hate with me,

but don't touch my family,

Everything's so cold,

As the day unfolds.

I thought that night would never end,

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone. 

lyrics:

I got turkey on my plate and I'ma eat it baby, and you better not forget my gravy!

Mama's cookin in the kitchen and my stomach is itchin, for a little bit of hunger attention.

What was that noise? I don't know that voice! I opened up the front door (with poise).

It was a neighborhood boy, with a gun to the door, saying let me in and drop to the floor!

"I hear you're having Thanksgiving dinner!" "What's it to you?!!" "I wanna eat a little bit of it too!

I been smellin yalls food for an hour or two, and I'ma steal it cause that's what I do!"

"You're telling me I won the world's worst lottery?! I've been waiting all year for a Thanksgiving Robbery?!!"

"I don't care what you've been waiting for, now I think I'm taking more, Pumpkin Pie going out the door!!"

"I'ma count to (1), you better put down my pie!! Or my fist is gonna POP you in the eye!!"

"Gobble Gobble bring it on!! I'm hungrier than King Kong! and I ain't had a fight all day long!!"

They were fighting so madly, one guy got burned badly, there was gravy everywhere sadly.

(nobody touched the Green Bean Caserole. I thought that was kinda weird.)

They were shovin faces in the Cranberry, everything was very scary, someone call the Tooth Fairy!!

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Said the mama from the kitchen, why can't we get along on Thanksgiving?!!  (wisdom)

Sit down, and chow down!! Put your little gun down! It's time to go to Turkey town!!"

"I'm sorry!"   "I'M sorry!!"   "No I am!"   "No I AM!!"  "Will both yall shut up and pass the Ham?!"

Back to good in the hood, and they ate real good, AND they ate about as much as they could.

(The Moral of this story is......!!!!!!)

A short tiny little Tune I wrote for Christmas,

lyrics:

Christmas Again,  Christmas Again,

Every year we chop a tree and decorate all the Greenery,

Every year we chop a tree and decorate all the Greenery,

Snow is falling on the street and now I can barely see my feet,

Snow is falling on the street and now I can barely see my feet,

Christmas Again,  Christmas Again,

Jingle Bell, the Snow has Fell, and Santa will make the morning swell,

Jingle Bell, the Snow has Fell, and Santa will make the morning swell,

Caramel Apple, Sugar Plums, Cookies for Santa leave the Crumbs,

Cookies for Santa,

Cookies for Santa,

Cookies for Santa leave the Crumbs,

Lyrics:

Santa made his routine stops, which he made every year,

Of Course the bearded man could trust his loyal 8 Reindeer,

A Golden rail had fallen off the Bottom of his Sleigh,

It was the Rail that helped him fly, and now he was delayed,

Stuck out in the middle of a Blizzard Snowy night,

There was no civilization, not a single soul in sight,

 Saaaantaaa, What will you do?!!  He Built a Fire, in the only way he knew,

Saaaaantaaaa, I know you’re hungry too!  Looking at the Reindeer, he knew that this was true,

Santa was a hungry man that needed to be fed, 

he snuck up on his Reindeer, and said “Howdy My Pets!”

I hope that you won’t hate me, but I am Mr. Claus,

And I say you look tasty, this is for a better cause,

Now Dasher you’d be yummy, wish just a Dash of Salt,

And Dancer in my Tummy? I Dance at just the thought!

Oh Saaaaanttaaaaa,  won’t you miss your friends. I need them to survive, so tonight their Story Ends,

Saaantaaaa, is this the answer?  Why yes it is! Now where was I? I’m hungry for some Prancer!

Fixin up some Vixen! He’s smells  just like some Chicken!

Now add 3 cups of Blitzen!  Reminds me of Mother’s  Kitchen!

Comet, Comet, Comet, don’t Associate with Vomit!

I’ll bake him in to cookies, and I’ll Nom it! Nom it! Nom it!!

Oh Donner!!  You are a Goner!  Do me the Honor!!

And be my entrée or dessert!  

Oh Rudolph!!  I’ll take your hooves off!!  And make a Goulash!! 

I promise that it will not hurt!!

That is the meaning of Christmas!! That is the meaning of Christmas yeah it is!!

justa little jingle

I'm glad that I was chosen as Secret Santa for Amber Dawn Hilton (adhgraphicdesign). she is a very talented and creative woman, and a great fellow contributer to hitRECord! So here's a little Merry Christmas tune for her! enjoy, :)

lyrics:

Merry Christmas to Amber,  Merry Christmas, my friend,

and I know, you're gonna find, some cheer!

and I know, you're gonna have, such a good New Year,

Merry Christmas to Amber, Merry Christmas, my friend,

and I know, you're gonna find, some cheer!

and I know, you're gonna have, such a good, New Year,

and I know, you'll have, lots of cheer,

and I know, we're glad, to have you here!

Merry Christmas from: MadisenMusic!

Lyrics:

I'd say that I don't love your eyes, but I know that would be a lie,

I know you'd love me better if, my heart was something that exists,

My heart's been gone for many years, I've had my share of many tears,

But I still found a way to love, tell me why would I make this up?

And when I call your lovely name, I hope that you will play the game,

Because my heart, found a way to beat!

And from the start, you've been a love to me!

A love to me. Me.

A love to me. Me.

I'd say that I don't love your eyes, but I know that would be a lie,

I know you'd love me better if, my heart was something that exists.

Hopefully this can be used as a resource for something.

I'm not sure what I was thinking when I made this, that's why this record is titled "Don't Ask", because I don't know. lol

 (lyrics)

Now the party hats are broken, and we’ve done all our joking,

About the resolutions we’re gonna keep,

Well the alcohol’s provoking, and no one’s softly spoken,

Tonight’s a night I know, I will have no sleep,

Happy Happy New Years, Goodbye  Goodbye to the Blue years!

Everybody’s gonna be alright. And we know the party’s only getting started tonight,

My hair is full of confetti, I think, I think I’m ready,

To take the plunge into another year,

Well the champagne’s almost empty, the party theme’s 1950s,

And the music on the juke box adores my ears,

Happy Happy New Years, Goodbye  Goodbye to the Blue years!

Everybody we're gonna be alright. And we know the party’s only getting started tonight,

Now go ahead and pet the New Year, it don’t bite,

Now the party’s turned to nothing, and hopefully we’ve learned something,

That we’ll be better people in days to come,

Now the years begun so quickly, but I need to live it more carefully,

It appears that I’ve already, stepped in gum.

Watch where you’re goin when you’re walkin in the New Year baby!

Decided to play the keys for a change.

(The soundtrack to the New Year! Happy New Years Everyone.)

I just cleaned up my original track a little bit,  Happy New Year! ;)

This is a Tiny Tune I made for Wirrow's excellent Tiny Story in the resource. (please take a look at his illustration if you haven't.)  :)

lyrics:

Omg your Socks are amazing!

ugh... my socks are so boring.

don't look at me I'm hideous!!

A tiny tune I made for azur du ciel's awesome Tiny Story in the resource. (Please take a look at it if you haven't)  :)

lyrics:

I have my own Ocean inside me.

I played this small guitar piece, and layered Happiness over the Melody. :)

Here's a little song I made up, in the spirit of Valentine's Day, ;)

lyrics:

My heart will blow up, if I get too close to her,

Oh just my luck, for this girl I don't deserve,

Love is such a hateful sting, when I get close, my heart goes "Ping!", but I think that's my favorite thing I love,

My heart will blow up.

My heart will blow up, if I get too close to her,

Oh just my luck, for this girl I don't deserve,

Love is not for you and I, If you get close, I think I'll die, but I'm still dumb enough to try our love,

My heart will blow up,

My heart will blow up, if I get too close to her,

Oh just my luck, for this girl I don't deserve,

I don't care what people say, I think about you everyday, if my heart dies I know that I will stay,

and love you anyway.

I am not a Piano player by any means. But I just bought this thing a little while ago, and I'm trying to make any sounds on it that I can. Which means I'll find some form of a chord, and just play it over and over, because I don't know anything else. :)

lyrics:

Sweetheart, we can take a trip up to the stars and see how far is Mars,

Darling, I can make a paper plane and write my love beneath the wing,

Honey, we can float the river as we let the water be our guide,

Hold me, that is what you told me and I told I won't leave your side,

Babe we gotta get in love, I know it sounds tough but....

I'll make your favorite sandwich and I won't forget to cut off the crust,

Oh girl, we can build a house together just so we can take a nap on top of the roof,

My world, wouldn't be complete until I found the perfect lady yes I'm talking to you,

Babe we gotta get in love, I know it sounds tough but.....

I think that you and I would go together like a needle and a haystack,

You and I should take a plunge and never look back,

We can travel all over the world with no map,

Hold my hand and you will see my love is a fact.

(a random beat I made using the guitar; and a rap about a homeless man who lives in the train yards.)

lyrics:

I'm a silhouette, trying to be a real body,

but I ain't made it yet, nice enough to keep the naughty, 

the train yard is my graveyard, I'ma slave hard,

pop a fresh can of beans on my radar,

I'm the lonely one and only city outsider,

I had a friend until the chalk became his outliner,

and now I'm tryin' to find a dollar like a coal miner,

but there aint' nothing in the yards, that's the whole 9'er,

I was a fallen one, maybe not the tallest one,

never found my callin son, work got away from me,

hot butter biscuit never sounded better, slip me one,

I'll keep it on the secret, nah forget it I'll just sip the rum,

you know nothin bout the train life, homey I can tell,

by the lack of dirt that I don't see under your fingernails,

lookin swell Tinkerbell, society has trained you well,

now I will stay and play the game like I was in the NFL,

the train whistle actin as my anthem, I'm a phantom,

and I'm feelin so handsome in my dirt, glass, gravel mansion,

and I'm enhancin' all the things that seem rancid,

and I'm romancin' any job that gets handed,

boom! I'ma bloom, like a rose when my time's ready,

get a job and work like a detective when the crime's steady,

but all I gotta do is wait here in my train yard,

call me the conductor, blow the whistle, yank the chain hard,

lyrics:

I was just searching for family, and I felt all of a sudden a chill,

and that chill froze me still, like a knife through the gill,

I don't see family, no none at all, I checked through the cracks in the wall,

I felt like a Tiger, that had broken its paw, reaching for a handgun to draw,

I was still searching for family, oh how I wish they would jump out and yell,

I'm so scared can't you tell? Does my fear ring a bell?

I'm not a monster, but I know where they live, and I've heard of the secrets they give,

I found I am stronger, and more creative, and I know where my family is,

I was a man, with a mission at hand, and now I had found where to go, 

Oh I love how you glow, and just go with the flow, from your head to your toes,

Even though this collab wasn't calling for musicians, I made this little tune for the Subway Existentialism collab,

just a tune inspired by the stressful curiosity theme of the story, I left the melody open if anybody feels like adding anything,  :)

I Am 1954 wrote a great tiny story called Monsters. I felt that this could be a nice Tiny Tune. So I made this little song, using his story. Please check out his Tiny Story in the resource if you haven't already.  :)

lyrics:

"When the monsters tore through the wall, there he stood. 

 Cardboard armor. 

 Waiting to battle them all."

(Listen with head phones if you've got em.)

lyrics:

I checked in, to Woodridge, I guess I burned my last good bridge,

I'm a psycho... but that's ok.

My eyes can be so lazy, I think it's cause I'm crazy,

this isn't A.D.H.D,  it's I-N-S-A-N-E,

I'm trying to be friendly, but my thoughts are so grimly,  (scream)

I wanna go home.

I checked in, to Woodridge, I think I've burnt my last good bridge,

I'm a psycho... and that's ok.

Everyone's so mellow, and no one will say hello,

The Wallpaper is yellow, all we eat is Jello,

I'm not this type of fellow, I'm wondering if hell froze, (wind).

I wanna go home.

I checked in, to Woodridge, I think I've burnt my last good bridge,

I'm a psycho... and that's ok.

I'm a psycho... and that's ok.

Look at me, I'm wearing a straight jacket, and I'm feeling comfortable.

This is a simple tune, but it was sort of tough to record in a single take. A series of mouth clicks while string picking. I left this melody open just in case it interests any remixers out there.

I randomly sang this as awkward as I could... well, (almost) as awkward as I could.  ;)  I didn't write any lyrics down, because I just made them up as I went along.  Your guess is as good as mine. Feel free to add anything if you'd like.  There's a lot of "room" on this tune.

I found a moment to hitrecord again! So I chose to make a Tiny Tune out of Peppina's beautiful and charmingly darling Tiny Story, "What If". It's a very unique concept, I've resourced her record below. Please check it out if you haven't!

 (headphones please)

lyrics:

What if someday the one who is dreaming this dream wakes up and forgets us?

Here's a rap I made, using Kamaur Telson's amazing beat in the resource. (please check it out if you haven't.)

lyrics:

I'ma play like a daughter, livin in the sand when she first found water,

Drink it up slow, let it linger, only got a little bit, barely fit on my index finger,

Mask what the fact is? All I'm askin' is, who will save us while I'm sittin' here baskin in a cactus?

Shove away the Road Runners, Scorpions and Black Buzzards,

The ground's lookin' Mustard while I'm dreaming up a custard,

Goo Goo Ga Ga, cryin' like a baby to his mama, gimme gimme little Agua,

The sauna, is hotter than its ever been, I promise I'm a gonner,

I'ma swim Tiny Tim and I don't care if there's Pirhanas!

"Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!

Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!"

Yo! But I don't feel no Ocean yet, all I feel's regret, from the sweat that is drippin wet,

Desert got ahold of my soul, and ironically it's feelin' cold, with no value, even though it's gold,

Feelin' very old, in this heat wave, I'ma keep safe,

Cause the man who weeps, is the man who reaps graves,

No I'm not a chicken, why you askin', is there some around?

Cause I'm about to start eatin' on the Vulture that I found,

Ground rules don't exist! Ground rules don't apply!

Find what you find, cook it up unless you wanna die!

Can't get weaker no we must get stronger,

I'ma bide my time and try to stay alive a little longer!

"Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!

Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!"

(It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter. This desert's gonna break your heart,

this desert's gonna break your soul, It doesn't matter,)

I was a good kid, straight A's, and one B, all I wanted was a little money,

Sun burning up my memories ain't it funny,

How life is but a chance, like you're playing Gin Rummy,

Feelin' like a Mummy, shirt wrapped around my tummy,

So crumby, even in the night time it feels sunny,

My mind keep bubblin', vision keeps doublin',

and now I'm pretty sure I saw a UFO hoverin',

Everybody calm down! This is our reality, I'm talkin to you,

and you, and all my personalites!

The sweat keeps dripping along with all my calories,

But I don't really care because I'm feelin like a Wild Beast!

"Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!

Become the Vulture! Gotta Gotta Gotta Become the Vulture and find a new Culture!"

(End)

KitrinoSelene wrote this thought-provoking Tiny Story called "We Are". Not only is the story well written, but I think it has a lot of truth to it. (please check it out.)  http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1071977

lyrics:

We are never ourselves...we're only little bits of everyone else

lyrics:

Your story is full of holes like your daddy's straw hat,

and then you clung to my soul like a baby Crawdad,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

I can't believe the words you say, their full of holes like your daddy's straw hat,

and now you won't let go of my soul, you latched on like a baby crawdad,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

You're no longer mine, and you're out of time,

You need a little push, think you better hush, the sea is full of wine,

You need a little push, think you better shush, the sea is full of wine.

lyrics:

Papa hit my Mama.

(an observation, not a request.)

This is a Tiny Tune that I made for Joab Nevo's excellent Tiny Story, "Universe", in the resource below. Please check it out if you haven't. The mood behind this tune might not be the most accurate, but then again, I felt that Joab's story could be interpreted in many different ways.  :)

lyrics:

And in this vast universe grew a boy.

And in this boy grew a vast universe.

lyrics:

It hurts me, to give you more money my angel,

13, days we have been together,  

And I know, that you wouldn't try to play an angle, 

just to get your hands on my gold, 

just to get your hands on the gold,

I don't know what to do, can I trust you?

This girl, has given me the Paranoia,

I hope, that she is truthfully in love,

She took, my money like it was a toy,

Now she's always in a rush,

Now she's always in a rush,

I don't know what to do, can I trust you?

I tasted, something in my eggs this morning,

Don't waste it! That is what I told myself,

She made it, and now I knew that it was poison,

Wasn't crazy after all,

I wasn't crazy after all!! 

This is a Tiny Tune I made based off of anna nimiti's amazing Tiny Story: Connect the Dots, (resourced below.)

Please check it out if you haven't already, :) 

lyrics:

The stars don't change, but I think constellations can.

It's just a matter of how you draw the lines.

Here is a song that I made, based off of the amazing image by auntika tar, (in the resource.)  Please heart it if you haven't.  :)  

lyrics:

Saw that it was raining, get the umbrella fast, 

The sky looked like a paining, that gritty overcast, 

Can't wait for tomorrow, today I feel so bad, 

Wash away my sorrow, bring my happiness back, 

Hands gonna come from the Sky,

gonna make it alright on your Happy Birthday,

[chant]

I've been so tempted to give up, maybe I should just quit, 

and then I started to look up, I saw those fingertips, 

they told me just to keep moving, and don't you dare look back, 

they point me in the direction, and pat me on my back, 

Hands gonna come from the Sky,

gonna make it alright on your Happy Birthday,

[chant]