Inspired by Providence by Sonic Youth. I got a new sound mixer/editer for my computer, its only the trial version, im thinking of buing it, just made this with it, hope you enjoy { Tags : lazy, insanity, randomness, planes, explosions, shotgun, screaming }
The lead and rhythm guitar are both my strat, the bass is the squier. sorry about the voice-over thing, but, with the audio mixing software i have, you have to pay to make that go away, and i dont really feel like doing that right now. Oh, and about 5 minutes or so into the song, theres a part were a syth plays, but i dont have any syth stuff so, i just played random stuff, if you listen you can hear the bass playing that funky music white boy lol. { Tags : Muse, Knights, Cydonia, Cover }
Cover of the live intro as heard on the 1991 The Year Punk Broke documentary feat. Nirvana. I had to tune my guitar really wierdly for this and if you say anything bad about this SCREW YOU!!! { Tags : sonic, youth, schizophrena, cover, live, intro, 1991, the, year, punk, broke }
My first foray into psycadellic/prog type material. I used a total of 5 guitars, an acoustic with a slide and an acoustic without a slide for the intro, and 2 rhythm, panned hard left and hard right, plus the acoustic from the intro, and a lead for the rest of the song. I also added a harmonica, just cuz i could. The bass, because i dont acctually OWN a bass(this doesn't mean i don't know how to PLAY one), is the acoustic, but with the pitch shifted down an octave. { Tags : psychadellic, progressive, prog, harmonica, acoustic, fender, stratocaster }
This is actually just a longer version of the bridge in the full version, which I am currently working on. { Tags : the, paradoxicon, metal, psycadellic, experimental }
Imagine a superior being - an omniscient god or a superintelligent computer - that can predict your choices ina particular game with almost total accuracy. The game involves two boxes that the Being places before you and a nice sum of money that will be yours if you win the game. You are given two options: either to take what is in both boxes or to take what is in Box 2. What is in the boxes depends on what the being predicts you will do; the Being can make one of two predictions
1. If the being predicts that you will choose both box 1 and box 2, then it will put $1000 in box 1 and nothing in box 2.
2. If the Being predicts that you will choose only Box 2, it will still put $1000 in box one, but it will now put $1,000,000 in box 2
If the being predicts your choice correctly, and as far as anyone knows he always has predicted correctly, you stand to win either $1000 or $1,000,000. But it is theoretically possible, thought unlikely, that the being will predict your choice incorrectly. In that case, either of the two following outcomes will result:
1. If the being bredicts that you will chose both boxes and you chooose only box 2, then you end up with nothing.
2. If the being predicts that you will choose only box 3 and you choose both, then you get $1000 in box 1 and the $1,000,000 in box 2, for a total of $1,001,000...
(That plus some article about M.C. Eschers paintings, I'll type that out later)
Originally I uploaded the bridge of the song and called it "The Paradoxicon". This is ABOUT what the full song is going to sound like, maybe with lyrics, maybe without.
The main chorus riff (in thirds) is played with my Strat, the rhythm is played with a 1989 Gibson Les Paul, and the keyboard is my fathers Casio Tone Bank played through a digitech effects processor with a flanger effect. The bass is a Squier. The drums are a simple drum pattern created with a drum machine. It is titled "Boston" because the main chorus riff is inspired by Peace of Mind by the band "Boston".
My first Floyd cover, and my first upload with me actually singing in it. Semi-improvised my own solo, based some of it off of Smokey Whites solo bridge in the 8 track version.
If you didn't care what happened to me,
and I didn't care for you,
we would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain,
occasionally glancing up through the rain
wondering which of the buggers to blame
and watching for pigs on the wing.
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
Stripped down version of the White Stripes songs, just vocals and guitar. Messed up the lyrics in one part, but, whatever. { Tags : White, Stripes, Effect, and, Cause, Blues, Rock, Acoustic, Guitar }
I guess you have to have a problem
If you want to invent a contraption
First you cause a train wreck
Then you put me in traction
Well, first came an action
And then a reaction
But you can't switch around
For your own satisfaction
Well, you put my house down, then got mad
At my reaction
Well, in every complicated situation
You're the human relation
Makin' sense of it all
Take a whole lot a concentration
Well, you can blame my baby
For her pregnant ma
And if there's one of these
On the order for laws
It's that you just can't take the effect
And make it the cause
Well, you can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank
Because you made up a law
When you people robbin' Peter
Don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I ain't the reason that you gave me no reason to return your call
You built a house of cards and got shocked when you saw them fall
Well are you sayin' I'm innocent?
In fact the reverse
But if you're headin' to the grave
You don't blame the hearse
You're like a little girl yellin' at her brother
'Cause you lost his ball
Well you keep blamin' me for what you did
And that ain't all
The way you clean up a wreck
Is enough to get one pause
You seem to forget
Just how this song started
I'm reactin' to you because you left me broken-hearted
See, you just can't take the effect
And make it the cause
Can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I didn't rob a bank
Because you made up a law
Blame people robbin' Peter
Don't you blame Paul
Can't take the effect
And make it the cause
I hurt myself today,
To see if I'd still feel.
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting;
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
You could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt...
I wear this crown of thorns (shit),
Upon my liar's chair,
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear.
You are someone else,
I am still right here.
What have I become,
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.
If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I would keep myself,
I would find a way.