122nd 2HourTrackSundays Event (2HTS122)
Outline
The participants have two hours to make a song and additional 15 minutes are granted for mastering and uploading. The chat happens on https://dubtrack.fm/join/2hts
Rules
You will have 1 hour to complete your song and 10 minutes to finish it up. You will then have an additional 10 minutes to upload your song. At 6 PST/9 EST you may begin your mixing, please have your files uploaded by 7:20 PST/10:20 EST. Join us for discussion on Discord!
Start: on 7/31/16
Deadline: on 7/31/16
Voting: on 8/7/16
Entries (17)
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A Crystal Method 90s Break/Big Beat track
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The Future Is Now =)
(I have no actual clue how to get the 90s sound, but here goes nothing!)
(I have no actual clue how to get the 90s sound, but here goes nothing!)
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In the 90's I was an angry goth
burned by the light like some tortured moth
I'd smoke ritalin and shoot animals with a pellet gun
just for fun
I made bombs with my friends and we blew up trees in the woods
Just because we could
Failing out of school just to spite my mom
I'd spend the day smoking pot in my wig wam
Parents divorced, dual custody, probation twice a week
I was arrested
In the 90's.
Shit was whack.
Nothing was fine and I didn't know
How to Columbine
I took to drinking just to ease the pain and cut myself just to feel again!
Consternation, isolation, retreating into art just to feel yes.
My parent's divorced I shot guns I lost my head thinking I was someone so I took aup the drums and the drugs and packed my car and left, I left, for California
In the 90's.
Nothing was good. Everything was bad.
Nothing was good. Nothing was glad.
But here I am, making music with you fucks.
burned by the light like some tortured moth
I'd smoke ritalin and shoot animals with a pellet gun
just for fun
I made bombs with my friends and we blew up trees in the woods
Just because we could
Failing out of school just to spite my mom
I'd spend the day smoking pot in my wig wam
Parents divorced, dual custody, probation twice a week
I was arrested
In the 90's.
Shit was whack.
Nothing was fine and I didn't know
How to Columbine
I took to drinking just to ease the pain and cut myself just to feel again!
Consternation, isolation, retreating into art just to feel yes.
My parent's divorced I shot guns I lost my head thinking I was someone so I took aup the drums and the drugs and packed my car and left, I left, for California
In the 90's.
Nothing was good. Everything was bad.
Nothing was good. Nothing was glad.
But here I am, making music with you fucks.
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Original project title was: The 90s make me feel old and I'll just be thirty next week.
Lyrics:
we trIED being someone else again
we tried to find ourselves in you
we are gone we aint no more of you
you are someone else than you were
you are someone else than you were
Lyrics:
we trIED being someone else again
we tried to find ourselves in you
we are gone we aint no more of you
you are someone else than you were
you are someone else than you were
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When you write a generic 90's alternative song
you need a metaphor about how society's wrong
then you have to add some distortion
whine about life and blow things out of proportion
care too much about your apathy
run around screaming 'no one listens to me'
Now you've written a generic 90's alternative song
write a note, slit your wrists don't do it wrong
you had to go and add some distortion
you whined about life and blew things out of proportion
cared too much about your apathy
you died screaming 'no one listened to me!'
you need a metaphor about how society's wrong
then you have to add some distortion
whine about life and blow things out of proportion
care too much about your apathy
run around screaming 'no one listens to me'
Now you've written a generic 90's alternative song
write a note, slit your wrists don't do it wrong
you had to go and add some distortion
you whined about life and blew things out of proportion
cared too much about your apathy
you died screaming 'no one listened to me!'
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Strongly (un)inspired by 90s Dream Trance. Also getting my hands on live 9 demo.
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is that a bass? yeah a borrowed one, hopefully this one last a little longer than the other
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burst through the door,
You heard me loud and clear
DaGreat is here,
For the next minute live in fear,
Im the baddest of them all,
None of y’all can get to me,
My style is to new,
It’s Out of this century
Im a lyrical killer, super far from basic,
I know that you hated,
That I kept all you kids waiting,
I was on journey, while rocking man in the mirror,
Working on my craft to bust flavor in your ear,
They ask me what I’m gonna do in 20 years,
I dont i say, but hope they already scared,
Yeah my poses, we coming arm son,
You dicks gonna need more protection then a condoms,
I’m gonna get me a laser gun,
buy 100 mansions,
But still put in some action,
hope they ready for some trouble,
And to my future self, you better stay humble
2016 yeah i hope y’all are ready
Yeah i hope y’all are ready
In 2016 I’m buying me a space ship,
And I’m gonna have the power to say what i touch i claim it,
They say I’m an insane bitch,
Cuz future just will be cleaner,
And ppl would just get meaner,
In the future, I’m gonna run for office,
The states need a polish, and the idiots be demolished
They say ill be a monster, that would stay in your closet,
But i wouldn’t hurt who follow, i tell you, i promise,
I’ll make hip hop the greatest, and banish all the other,
And save up enough, to care for my dad and mother,
My sister would be right be side me,
Ruling like we want,
Sitting on our thrown acting nonchalant
2016, I’m planning to be friend with aliens,
visit the moon, a time or two,
Have hover board and flying car,
and don’t forget, Akia DaGreat as the ultimate superstar
You heard me loud and clear
DaGreat is here,
For the next minute live in fear,
Im the baddest of them all,
None of y’all can get to me,
My style is to new,
It’s Out of this century
Im a lyrical killer, super far from basic,
I know that you hated,
That I kept all you kids waiting,
I was on journey, while rocking man in the mirror,
Working on my craft to bust flavor in your ear,
They ask me what I’m gonna do in 20 years,
I dont i say, but hope they already scared,
Yeah my poses, we coming arm son,
You dicks gonna need more protection then a condoms,
I’m gonna get me a laser gun,
buy 100 mansions,
But still put in some action,
hope they ready for some trouble,
And to my future self, you better stay humble
2016 yeah i hope y’all are ready
Yeah i hope y’all are ready
In 2016 I’m buying me a space ship,
And I’m gonna have the power to say what i touch i claim it,
They say I’m an insane bitch,
Cuz future just will be cleaner,
And ppl would just get meaner,
In the future, I’m gonna run for office,
The states need a polish, and the idiots be demolished
They say ill be a monster, that would stay in your closet,
But i wouldn’t hurt who follow, i tell you, i promise,
I’ll make hip hop the greatest, and banish all the other,
And save up enough, to care for my dad and mother,
My sister would be right be side me,
Ruling like we want,
Sitting on our thrown acting nonchalant
2016, I’m planning to be friend with aliens,
visit the moon, a time or two,
Have hover board and flying car,
and don’t forget, Akia DaGreat as the ultimate superstar
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