Nothing big
Nothing grand
Nothing useful
Nothing planned
Nothing smart, or at least not very
Nothing revolutionary
Nothing urgent
Nothing hot
Maybe quiet
Maybe not
Nothing hard
Nothing wet
Nothing naked, well not yet
Nothing witty
Nothing wise
No big deal
No first prize
Nothing solemn
Nothing set
Nothing much to give or get
Nothing now but me and you
Nothing more, thanks, that'll do
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I guess we all sometimes wish we could loop some parts of our lives and never let them end. But if you stay in a loop for too long, things start to slowly loose their edges, until everything is a big blurr and you're not sure anymore if you're at the beginning or the end, and before you know it, you're lost in the loop...

However, the not-so-deep musical part of my brains loves loops! :) and everything you hear on this track can be looped! you can find thse stems in the results, so if you feel like remixing, you can make your own loop remix of this song. And as always, it would be awesome to hear other people sining or playing along!

Enjoy <3


we can go back again

to where we began

and then when we reach the end

we can still pretend that

we can go back again...

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EDIT// I thought this could fit the theme of outsiders! :)


I have always loved sojushots' amazing illustration "let down your hair", and now it inspired me to write this song. It's a bit darker than the original story of rapunzel, just like the illustration. The same story, different ending! :))

I would love love love loove it if someone would add some accordian or strings to this song, you know, to build it up bigger, and then maybe in the final verses also some drums..... it would be awesome...... ;)


Here are the lyrics:

A man came across this old tower one day It was straight like from a book he once read He lifted his head up and saw this young lady And here's what the lady said:

CHORUS "Moi je m'appelle mademoiselle Noir Et comme vous pouvez le voir Je ne souris, ni ris, ni vis Et c'est tout ce qu'elle a dit"*

The man was so scared he could only run away He ran to the town and then said: "I just saw a lady with the longest dark hair And I think she's a living dead!"

The people, so scared, took their guns and their swords They ran to the tower and then They saw the pale lady and felt a great fear When they heard how she said it again:


The people, they knew what this all was about She was clearly a demon from hell They decided to set her long hair on fire In the end it would burn her as well

But the lady was no demon she was a lonely soul Just like in that book they once read Still waiting for her prince while her hair was on fire The one last time she said:



(*"Me, my name is miss Black And like you can see I don't smile or laugh or live" And that's all she said.)

Enjoy <3

//CHORDS were requested:


C#m, B, E
C#m, B, G#


C#m, G#m/B, Amaj7
C#m, B/D#, A, B
E, G#, A
A, B
C#, G#, C#, G#
C#, G#, C# 


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first track on album 'spilt milk', but copyright shmoppyrights. right? rights.

and someone asked for the lyrics:  

drag your feet, keep your life strapped to your shoulders.

if you don't carve your age into your belt, you wont get any older

it's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade

every face a frown, oh what a crazy town

hang your head, they'll steal the toes right off of your feet

you're lucky to count all ten, when you're living on the street

its a story thats been told, a body thats been sold

'round and around and around. oh what a crazy town

(see) joy around here comes in a little pink balloon

and if you got out of here yesterday it wouldn't be too soon

it's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade

every way is down. oh what a crazy town

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I really love "crashing" by wirrow, and it inspired me to make this tiny song... (I know my pronunciation sucks but I trust you still understand :D) Enjoy<3


This is it, we're on the edge of everything

We ran so fast we didn't see it coming

We kept on making lies, it was easy to believe in them

Now it's the time to pretend we didn't se it coming


This is it, we're on the edge of all we know

We didn't look back when we could, and now we can't

We kept on making promises, and we kept on breaking them

Now we're gonna pretend we didn't see it coming


Ladies and Gentlemen, we're crashing. Please enjoy the ride.

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The rhyming creation myth by wirrow and Metaphorest.  I tweaked the words just a little, and my draft of the text is resourced below.  And here I recorded a reading of it.  There's already been lots of great readings of this poem, and I hope there are more to come.  I think it might be cool to mix a grand multitude of voices together to tell this story.

The next thing that probably ought to happen is for visual artists to start drawing specific parts.  Pick a stanza you like, or even just one line and turn it into any sort of image.  Maybe pretty soon we could have a bit of a storybook slideshow going, which is usually an important step in big animation projects.

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Little song I wrote and RECorded this morning-after-xmas.  It's a genuine question, I still don't know...

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The other night, I had a dream but this dream had no images it was all music.
This is what I heard.
Welcome to my dream world.
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I love sojushots' illustration "La Belle et la Bête", it's amazingly inspiring and adorably cute! (and he had me with the French title, I don't know what it is with French language that makes me want to sing! :D) The same story, different ending... This song is dedicated to all the Beasts out there with broken hearts, believe me, that Beauty wasn't good enough for you! ;)

I would've wanted to sing this one more time, (some lazy pronunciation and out-of-tuneness, sorry!) but I don't think I'll have time to do it 'cause I wanted to upload this before the holidays... So I might get back to this some day! Now just think of this more like story-telling with a melody, not singing a story! :D (plus: accordion, percussion, strings, xylophone... all remixing is, as always, more than welcomed!)

I wish you all the Happiest Holidays, ENJOY everything <3



A long time ago, in a story so old
There was a beauty and and a beast, or so I’ve been told
They were these two strangers, two lonely souls
But it’s not what you think, no, here’s how it goes:

Lets start with the Beast, he was ugly and scary
Pathetic and poor, and horribly hairy
The outside was rough, but once he smiled
You could see that he had a heart of gold inside

The Beast loved a Beauty, this pretty little thing
She was the fairest of them all, and she could dance and sing
But unlike the beast whose love shined the best
She loved herself, never cared for the rest

La Belle et la bête (the beauty and the beast)
Quelle tragédie (what a tragedy)
Elle est comme le jour (she is like the day)
Il est comme la nuit (he is like the night)
Il est amoureux (he is in love)
Elle ne se soucie pas (she doesn't care)
Vont-ils mourir tout seule? (Will they die alone?)
On verra (We'll see)

One day the beast found the Beauty ”Perfection”
Sitting by the lake (making love to her reflection)
The Beast then decided that it was the time
To tell the pretty Beauty of his feelings inside

He stepped out from the shades with a flower in hand
Said bravely: ”My lady, the fairest in this land,
I might not be a prince, but my heart beats for you!”
Oh the Beauty just laughed, so cold, so cruel

”You smelly old fat hairy pig”, she said
”You thought I could love you? I’d rather be dead!”
Still laughing she turned and danced to her home
Leaving the Beast, heart-broken, alone

La Belle et la Bête…

While the Beauty lives all by herself still today
The Beast learned his lesson and changed his ways
He found that true beauty cannot be seen
And that things are most likely not what they seem

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Metaphorest beautiful poem put to music. The guitar, vocals, cello and shaker were done by myself and the other shaker and the drum was done by my brother Dougie Mackie aka Fameless. Producer: Dougie Mackie Recorded through a radio Mic I couldnt find a shaker around the house so I made one out of a medicine bottle, cocoa pops and sugar. The drum was a big cardboard tub with a plastic lid. haha. Seems really odd. If anyone wants to put a harmony on top you are more than welcome!

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song i RECorded, hmm, october 2006. Don't know why I've never put it up here before. there's tons of shit (songs especially) i should probably just start letting go of, releasing, that is, the RECords.

tonight I put it up because i read a poem phonontek wrote on tumblr. i don't think he's released that on hitRECord yet. well maybe perhaps he might. His poem is called "Here Again."

ha! now, in fact, he has Released this here poem as a RECord here. So I've cited it as a Resource, the link's down there.

Anyway, this is one I made called Sick Again. the lyrics go...


sick again
tired liar
strong and scared
pair us up and dance despair
with lonely cares of might and may
and dream today away away
and say the sinners of their sin
i need some more medicine
i'm sick again
sick again
sick again
sick again
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A cheesy but hearfelt little tune about this magical place and why it is I stick around...

Oh and please add bits/yourself to it! Clap your hands, shake your keys, sing along - whatever you feel like!


I hit record
cos I'm bored
or if I wanna be
more than a piece of dust
before I start to rust
I'm gonna hit record

Again by heart
from the start
I could see
that you were all like me
And you wanted to be free
to share the things that made you happy

There's a kind of synergy
when a brain
and another brain collide
I'm not just me
I'm a cog in the wheel
of a giant family

I wanna make my mark
make a spark
that makes you wanna
make magic, make art
I wanna hit your heart
like cupid with a dart

I hit record
cos I'm bored
or if I wanna be
more than a piece of dust
before I start to rust
I'm gonna hit record (x3)


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