23 posts tagged with short by The Great Big Mulp.
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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, for this year's RPM Challenge I have decided to go all out and write a rock opera. This is one of the few songs I have worked on so far, and the first one that has been completed. Granted, this should be somewhere in the middle or the rock opera, but, still, it's the first one finished, so I'm posting it anyway. [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]
This is a short song I've made for my girlfriend in the past half hour or so. It is a true story.
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.
I wanted to make a song with a few of the instruments I rarely use, like the reed organ and toy piano. I thought about coming up with lyrics, but my hangover makes my brain feel ... not working so good. So I threw in some kazoo instead. Enjoy!
This isn't a particularly good song, so I recommend you don't listen if you like music. Which you do. Pay no attention to all my shitty lyrics peppering your music page, now, if you please.
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.
The weekend before last found me hanging out with my special lady friend in the historic district of New Bedford, MA. Now, New Bedford is really a rather depressing place, being one of the eastern cities that has outlived its major industry, but one lovely thing we did get to see was the Seamen's Bethel, the church in which Moby Dick's famous Father Mapple sermon was delivered. Oh, and I promise never to attempt to rap again. (And it's NSFW)
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.
So, at the time of the creation of this brief song, I was trying to force myself to write a song a week. Searching for something about which to sing, I stumbled across the Myspace profile of someone who looked an awful lot like someone I used to know. That's the basic gist of it, really. Twas submitted for the MeFi Compilation album, but, alas, I could do little to remove the hiss.
So, this is how I've spent the afternoon. Constructing a cover of what is, in my opinion, the greatest video game theme ever composed. For your enjoyment. Yes, I know it falls apart a little, in some places. But that's because it's a cappella. And it's a cappella because it would have taken much longer to make were I to have used instruments. Oh! And I'm exhausted. And it seemed like a good idea at the time. Enjoy!
A week or so ago I embarked upon a thorough kitchen cleaning in a seemingly failed attempt to dissuade the cockroaches from continuing to live in it. Without paying rent. Whatever I used to clean the wooden cabinets, and I don't quite recall what it was, was also, I discovered, removing the varnish as well. And that is what this song is about. And it's (almost entirely) a capella.
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."
Have the robots become sentient? What will all the robots think when they watch us humans go through our daily lives? Will they know I was very drunk, alone in my band's creepy practice space? Will they still like me?