A small New England town finds itself unable to eliminate the tentacled terror that lurks deep beneath its basements and sewers.
TAKE 1 TO 2 TABLETS BY MOUTH EVERY 4 TO 6 HOURS IF NEEDED FOR PAIN [more inside]
A short but epic song that dares to ask: Is our only hope in this war against the great space darkness the love of an ageless, gender neutral couple? Will their love be enough? [more inside]
For the past several months, I've been working on a number of songs, but haven't completed anything. Well, I was in a lousy mood yesterday and decided to barrel through creating a short song about what I was going on in my brain. [more inside]
So, I was planning on recording my ukulele rendition of Holy Diver (yes, that one), but my allergies were acting up so I felt like crap. So, that's what this song is about. And it's NSFW. [more inside]
Tonight, I created a really, really, really good remake of an old song of mine. I don't even know if I have a copy of the original anymore, but ... whoa ... this thing ended up being kind of epic. Features horns and toy pianos, a reed organ, both regular and electric ukulele, some drums. I even tried my hand at playing the bass. Short, simple lyrics within (of which I am also rather proud)! [more inside]
But it was quick and it was painless.
I had promised Sarah I would write her a song. Granted, that was while we were dating. We're not anymore. But I did promise, and she is a superly awesome person, wholly deserving of a song. The chorus comes from a facecloth we found in a dollar store, and it's words, three of which being nonexistent, can be found within the bowels of this music post.
This is a short, NSFW song about an aggravating place. It was thrown together in a two-hour burst of creative intoxication this afternoon, though most of the lyrics have been bumbling around in my head for the past few weeks.
This thread reminded me that I wanted to cover this horrible, awful song. One of a series of vile covers I've been planning. For my own amusement and hastily thrown together. Don't worry -- I only went as far as the first chorus.
While listening to the final mixdown of this song, which is about my search for a place to which to move at the end of the month, I received a phone call from someone looking for a roommate. Coincidence! And, yes, I am playing glasses with varying amounts of water in them.
If I can teach myself how to use AutoCad by Wednesday, I will be employed. If not, the search must continue.
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
Exhausted, on an all-too-brief lunchbreak this past Friday, I was smoking a cigarette, watching an ant cart around a dragonfly corpse. And I thought, "Damn. It's a good thing they aren't big enough to carry cigarettes. And that they don't smoke."