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| Two of my recently recorded melodies.
Both were recorded only once, with no touch-ups or edits.
Sand and Dirt Instrumental:
http://www.mediafire.com/?c1ld22cmjxx
I knew a man who was old and wise: http://www.mediafire.com/?tojnjz0yhca
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| Even the eggs tasted bad.Sometimes when I wake up, I know I should go right back to sleep. When everything that I think or feel just sucks. My head hurts from the second it left the pillow. I wrote obama a letter, but im sure it will do no good. Then I undercooked the eggs. I never undercook the eggs. | | |
| I am a man of glassSo fragile and potentionally shattered. I walk through the halls of life which should look more like wide open spaces, only to wait in wonder of when they will fall. I once used to write, until the walls seemed to crush me between with their hurtful words, so I ran into the dark. I used to play the guitar, until the dark told me that I was a bit off, and back to the walls I ran. Sometimes I think it would be easiest if I were to trip and fall. | | |
| It has been a long time my friends... I feel surreal living in this lime light. For once a small shadow
seemed to walk around thee as it was dimished by the everglowing
candle light surrounding him. It was not until the moon was at full
that this shadow realized for the first time, that he dare not walk
around that which he can so easily walk upon. This life is nothing
more than a bag of will and desire. Pick your poison, and run. Run fast
and hard my friends, and you shall prevail in your existence. | | |
| Oh bottle me up, and shake me around for a while. Don't stop, faster,
until you can hear the slosh of the contents mimicking the sound of
a crying malnourished african infant's stomach. Is it not fun to
shake me around relentless without consideration for my contents?
Proceed with caution, one in 6 gets your a carbonated, pissed off,
mother fucker. | | |
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