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Current mood:  melancholy
I write a lot of music. A shitload. When I'm not sitting on my ass doing nothing, I'm usually coming up with new ideas. I haven't been in an actual band for about two years, so that's given me a lot of time to write and write. They music itself either falls into two categories: Sometimes I Doubt Your Commitment to Sparkle Motion songs and Moshi Moshi songs. I've been making music for both 'bands' for a long time now (both of these 'bands' have tons of CDs, EPs, and other things that you will never hear, because we all know you don't give a shit about music unless it's about whatever shit MySpace band you're listening to now), and some songs have even stretched back into stuff I was writing beyond those two years.
The four songs I'm about to post in this wonderful blog that no one will read are probably the most personal songs I've ever written, and one of them is (without a doubt) the best song I'll probably ever write. Chances are you'll never hear them with real vocals or even real instruments...they are all made using a program called GuitarPro. That's what people who have no opprotunity of creating songs with actual people have to resort to and, while I doubt no one will listen to this large batch of horseshit, they are still real to me.
The four MIDI (yes, MIDI) songs I'm going to post consist of guitars, drums, bass, and even vocals (by using specific horns). They also have lyrics, just to embarass myself even more. Like I said, these are all pretty much personal songs about aspects of my life that I rarely share with anyone because I'm too busy locking myself from the outside world to talk about them much.
Hell, most of the people reading this (the two of you) are probably not even my friends, just people I met online.
So, to not waste any of your time, here are the four songs. Since MySpace (or any player) doesn't accept MIDIs, I can't upload them to a player. Instead, I have to use the (very safe) uploading site SendSpace to upload the songs on. How about I stop embarassing myself and get on with this entire ordeal? You can match up the lyrics with the horn sections in the songs, as they match up pretty decently even though I pretty much suck ass at programming them into the song. This is evident in 'From Buddhsim To Burritos', as that entire chorus isn't right and I'm too fucking lazy to re-program all of that shit. Plus, I've rewritten that part thousands of times and it still isn't exactly right.
The files themselves are short, so the only reason you have to not download them are if you're just a fucking prick or if you hate pop-punk. I except a lot of 'this fucking sucks, you fucking piece of shit', but hopefully one person will think they are decent. You'll probably have to copy and paste the download link to your browser, since I don't think MySpace has improved that, either.
1. From Buddhism To Burritos (3:27)
MIDI Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/2zdlz3
From Buddhism to burritos, I can't say I've done anything wrong.
So why do I keep calling your number, even though I know you're long gone?
Because it's sound of your (her) voice, the smell of your (her) perfume.
The touch of your (her) skin, the way you (she) move.
To the way I grabbed your (her) hand and the way you (she) smiled.
And the way that I told you (her) that....
From summer to winter, I fall on my ass, and I think I need some sleep.
I think I saw you the other day, but I don't think you saw me.
Because it's sound of your (her) voice, the smell of your (her) perfume.
The touch of your (her) skin, the way you (she) move.
To the way I grabbed your (her) hand and the way you (she) smiled.
And the way that I told you (her) that....
(I've thought about this again, maybe this time a little more rationally.
I'm sorry for the things I've done, and the things I might have to say...)
Because it's sound of your (her) voice, the smell of your (her) perfume.
The touch of your (her) skin, the way you (she) move.
To the way I grabbed your (her) hand and the way you (she) smiled.
And the way that I told you (her) that....
2. There Will Be Blood (2:10)
MIDI Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/qaks9n
There will be so much blood.
I hope it chokes you up and eats at you, for the rest of your life.
So long, so long, I wish you the best of luck.
So long, so long, I wish you the best of fucks.
Bring more booze.
Bring more drugs.
Just listen to what I'm saying...
Did his dick fill you up?
Choke on this, you fucking slut.
So long, so long, I wish you the best of luck.
So long, so long, I wish you the best of fucks.
There will be...
Oh, there will be.
3. I Was Going To Be A Comedian, But Who's Going To Laugh Now? (3:03)
MIDI Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/18atud
(I was...) I was going to be a comedian,
I was going to be a comedian, but now,
(But now...) But now I'm passed out on the floor,
I'm passed out on the floor, strung out.
Who's gonna laugh now?
(I was...) I was going to be the one you loved,
I was going to be the one you loved, but now,
(But now...) But now I'm knocking at your door,
I'm knocking at your door, strung out.
Who's gonna laugh now?
I was...
I was going to be a comedian.
I was going to be a comedian.
I was going to be the one.
I was going to be the one.
I...
I loved you...
I was...
I was.
4. A City Worthy Of Our Infection (2:36)
MIDI Link: http://www.sendspace.com/file/5n20vo
I've spent too much time in this shitty place.
I've lost all hope, and forgotten all my friends.
Burn it down with some gasoline.
Some gasoline would suit this town just fine.
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
Or do you think I'm right,
To feel this way, to think this way,
Or should I be thinking something else?
I'm broke again just like last week.
My job sucks ass and I can't get much sleep.
I've been threatened to be fired twice before.
But what's the point? It doesn't matter anymore.
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
Or do you think I'm right,
To feel this way, to think this way,
Or should I be thinking something else?
I talked to you just a couple hours ago.
The only thing that makes sense is talking to you.
Maybe we could be in a different place.
A different place than where we are right now.
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
Or do you think I'm right,
To feel this way, to think this way,
Or should I be thinking something else?
(Sometimes) I wished I was just there.
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
And do you think I'm wrong?
Or do you think I'm right,
To feel this way, to think this way,
Or should I be thinking something else?
7:00 AM
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