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versatile Krrr track + random lines from fractaldust+ my imagination = What it 'tis


 


(I totally agree with the comment by chariot13 on fractaldust's piece "This might be weird, but this is kind of how I feel about hitRECord. Like I want to just play and create with you all and forget about reality. :)"


 


 


 


It feels good to record again by heart.

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Love Noah's upbeat track. (if you heart this you should heart his record too)


Cyclical vocals start @ 0:34. 


I could see this as background music for a "one man's trash is another man's treasure" montage.  I left it pretty open if anyone wants to do a verse or two?

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had fun with the chorus, the verse and title coud use some work.  feel free to remix. : )

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Trying something a little differnt. Thanks for the track Dr. Duke : )


 


Intergalactic can I brag how I broke


This orbit


Can I open up my airlock door


Feel a bit erratic


And my words become mnemonic      


Can’t remember how I conquered the world


Planetary don’t tend to care 


Ground control


Won’t be necessary


When I’m up here


 


Interstellar  Spaced Out

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Had this idea for lyrics to go with mikerannoise's track ...there may be some bits missing...perhaps you could fill them in?


 


Made up my mind


I’ll just go out and party


Of making dimes


I’ve had enough


Drinking my wages


Going to spend it all


In one last go


 


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Buying for myself isn’t so bad


At least at last call


I won’t be so sad


When I borrow


For a ride home


Lost wages Lost time


  


Bottom of the glass


I haven’t seen in quite some time   )


Rocket fuel sure don’t taste like wine


Bet I’ll pay for this Monday


 



    


Spending my last was easy


To bad it didn’t come quickly


Empty pockets still


Weigh me down


   


Lost wages Lost time

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***warning may have mixed this a bit loud***


I should leave it for the real lyricists but I couldn't let a beat like this go to "waste".


 


Ring on my picky yo


Fish nets are my favorite hose


Where the car at


There it go


We're hauling all your rubbish home


 


Trashy and you like


Trashy and you wantin this


Raunchy and you like it


You watchin cause you wanting this 


 


Sofa, tv, aerosols


I don't care I got them all


I need this stuff I neet to take


I can't let this junk just go to waste


My momma said


Please save them grace


It's the reason I'm in this place


Like mammograms and medicine


I'm haulin tins to save the race


 


Garbage Garbage


Gonna save it


 


Trashy and you like


Trashy and you wantin this


Raunchy and you like it


You watchin cause you wanting this


 


 


Magazines are my favorite things


collage a spread I'll make you read


Found a chair and ugly green


I painted it Ama-zing


A thousand times get mesmerized


by things to which you say bye bye


Take a peak you know I plan


to take what's in your garbage can


 


 

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(Dear MadisenMusic, More things like this please!)


 


 


"Lonesome is hurting"


Some say


 


I wanna save you


Don't be behaved


 


Come into my room


and be saved


Eh eh eh eh eh


 


Step into my room


time to play


Eh eh eh eh


 


Lie down


in my perfume


 


Welcome to my room


Step into my room

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grooving to Robo_J's music.  Lyrics might make a good base for someone to create from.  (I can sorta hear a man read Metaphorest's Sorrow Bird over this.)


 


Songs of sorrow


Sang by sodden souls


Echo around these hollow halls


And make all warmth grow cold


 


 

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I surmised that summer is a summation of several sun central sanctities.  Under no undo duress have I undulated towards this uninhibited understanding.  Mention of moments meandering across miles of Myrtle Beach’s mystic majesties, messy sand and meat seeking mites aside, make me mirthful. Yes, merry that my mission may emanate from change in meteorological conditions.  Erroneous would be the equation if I evade earth’s elastic emollition of ether. I’m ready to restrict myself to restful relaxation reticulated ritually, rarely warily and never remorseful that it has come.


 


 


(As I write and conclude I’m so glad you chose Summer, one word not two.)

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Wide eyed Willy with whiskers gone pale


Stands taught, tight and tame as a muskrat’s tail


Once snipped and stitched with a nimble hand


Willy takes his place before hearth rug and fan  


 


Barren brains aren’t bothered by woes of the field


By wet winter wanderings and the spoils they yield


Not by heat, hunger or hindsight of what is or what was


Just by shadows that dance as the coals’ glow is lost


 


His friends stand tall on shelves high and low


They stand there for hours as the stories go


Just he sits down on hearth covered floor


Moved by the mistress, that wished it were so


 


“His tint has gone shabby, he’s missing an eye!”


 “He’ll be less noticed there by the fireside”


So down he was set, at the mistress’ bequest


His once grand seat made all the more less


 


Now dust coats his fur that once shown like rubies


And once on his paw the house cat did, yes, pee


Poor Willy still stands and does so silently


For Willy is glad that he just gets to be


 


His dead eye and twisted grin


Might make most men’s mind turn sick within


But heartily treasured, blanched pupil or not


Is the dust fed body of the wily Willy Fox.


 


 


(I originally wrote this as a tiny story which consisted of just the last stanza, but then a story emerged of how the fox, after years of wear and tear, transitions from top shelf to floor and what it means to be inanimate.  This could probably use a re-write and I wouldn't mind hearing a voiceover, pretty please)

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*****WARNING: VERY ROUGH EDIT SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT THE HANDS OF A PROPER MIXER***


 


I kinda see this as a duet with the singers separated onto the left and right channels. Interested to see where this could go with an extended version of the instrumental.


 


(Chorus)


Open up to the possibility of


Forbidden ones getting love


I’m not giving up


Cause I know you’re the


Only one


Good enough for me yeah yeah


 


(Verse/Bridge)


I guess it comes as no surprise


That I’m willing to risk our lives


To ensure that you will be mine


So come on and take my hand


I’ll lead you to the promise land


and there is where we’ll be for all time


 


(Alternate Verse/Bridge)


I despise segregation of two great minds


Salivate over crossed out lines


Cause you will be mine (REPEAT)

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Drop a letter down Stairs of alabaster


Wrap some newspaper Around your heart strings


To keep the sound in


 


Is anybody listening?


 


Give yourself space In boxes set on curb side streets


Shy away from the neighbors and Oh god the strangers, can it wait


 


You wait


 


Count down days in chronicles You wince at doors


As they close There they go


 


These rooms are empty


But these walls won’t stop talking


 


Can’t escape the memories


Up there with the funniest thing is


Can’t tell that you left from here


 


It’s raging cold But it’s alright


Is anybody home?


 


Down stairs hear the radio play


In a dark room locked inside away


From the truth of how you died


 


Is anybody listening?


 


“You can’t save her”


 


Is anybody home?

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