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MadisenMusic
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- Last Record: 2013-06-18 18:40:36 -0700
- Joined: Jul 16, 2010
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A song in regards to the: Trash Theme
lyrics:
Back alley dumpster, Yes we will have fun sir,
there's a smile in my eye, when the trash piles high,
Sweaty red bandana, a rotten banana,
I'm a live dumpster diver, just watch for saliva,
Gimme gimme your garbage, I can't get enough,
I'm a trash grabbin' artist, that's my kinda stuff!
Dog tags from Texas, white egg shells for breakfast,
There's a brown leather bible, and tickets to a revival,
Gimme gimme your garbage, I can't get enough,
I'm a trash grabbin' artist, that's my kinda stuff!
Don't try to guilt me, I love livin' filthy,
There are things in the gutter, sweeter than honey butter,
Gimme gimme your garbage, I can't get enough,
I'm a trash grabbin' artist, that's my kinda stuff!
(repeat.)
Here are the guitar stems to Oddball N' Chain per jeffpeff's request.
I'll try to get vocal stems later.
Hopefully someone can use this. :)
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The book was usually a captivating read; but the plot had been dieting, refusing to thicken. |
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(small tune I made regarding magic.)
lyrics:
You're gonna show me a Magic trick, I won't forget,
You pulled a Rabbit out my hat,
it was funny til I got bit!
I don't believe in Magic, it's hard to,
when people keep on stealing my cards,
Who, has the courage to fight a Magician?
I think I just better stay a musician,
You're gonna show me a magic trick, I can't compare,
You pulled a quarter out my ear,
then you took away my cab fare!
I don't believe in Magic, it's hard to,
when people keep on stealing my cards,
Who, has the courage to fight a Magician?
Who can work under these conditions?
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Carl, the crooked and corrupted Colonel, passed his piss through porcelain urinals. Booze and barley brigade the drain; while subtle soldiers, grenade h... |
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When I was a kid we made parade floats for our school; no bigger than picnic baskets or so. The floats were required to be centered around a historical theme. ... |
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Sunday is father's day, my father is no longer here, but when I think of him I am honored. He never said he loved me, rarely gave a hug, wasn't much for conversation unless it was about th... |
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lyrics:
"There was a food eating contest, only live humans allowed; but nobody cared to notice that I was over in the corner having my own little food contest. If they had noticed they would've saw that I was the winner! Even though I'm a Ghost."
Gunshot went bang!
I started with the Lemon Meringue, I didn't feel a thing.
I've been a ghost since the day I was hanged.
Second came the cold cut cow,
followed by the chicken kung pow, I put it in my mouth.
Then I had started to shout,
I hate to boast, but I'm the Ghost who ate the most!
You've been a gracious host! Come breakfast time I'll find the French Toast!
My competition's weak at best.
Hummus running down their chest, oh what a bloody mess!
I was tempted to give them a rest!
Chewing toward the finish line.
Sipping on the conchord wine, the ribbon was mine!
But they gave it to a man named Kline!
(repeat chorus)
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I always knew I was different, but when she told me that I was her favorite thing; I wept tears of hydraulic fluid, while noticing my s... |
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I think it would be interesting to introduce a TV theme concerning Nightmares. Dreams are good fun as we all know; but I tend to lend more of an undivided attentional... |
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How would you describe your perfect day? Have you ever had a perfect day? Are you longing for one? What would it take to achieve it? |
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R.E.C.T.V.
Collaboratory TV
Collabora-Vision
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Are you getting any Reception on your hitrecord Program?
"Are we RECepting?"
(tv show t... |
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