I've decided to go the French House route today, both because i haven't done it in a while, but also it wasn't a complex genre, so i didn't have to rely too much on time. This track just takes disco samples, manipulates them, and then sticks them onto of house beats. The samples are deliberately short, both because that's the nature of French House, but also because i can try and do cool things with the sample instead of just having it play. All in all it's a nice beat, the reason it cuts off is because there is more to the beat, but i had to shorten it because of the 3 minute rule. Enjoy!

draggin' around deez nutz

swingin' around deez nutz

rollin' around deez nutz

slowly lower them onto your face

shoving deez nutz close to muddy holes

the trunk of the tree might be what makes her moan

but if the acorns are ready

they'll supply ample cream

and leave a little mess

a puddle of seed

haulin' around deez nutz

carryin' around deez nutz

shufflin' around deez nutz

slowly lower them onto your face

shoving deez nutz close to muddy holes

the trunk of the tree might be what makes her moan

but if the acorns are ready

they'll supply ample cream

and leave a little mess

a puddle of seed

guitar!

shoving deez nutz close to muddy holes

the trunk of the tree might be what makes her moan

but if the acorns are ready

they'll supply ample cream

and leave a little mess

a puddle of seed

I got a bit experimental today : D

It's not a high quality "song" but I hope you enjoy the story nevertheless : )

i had my guitar nearby so i did a thing. gemini and claud helped with lyrics

Verse 1:

Built up bigger than bricks to hide you in

I seed trees to grow my legacy

Tiny treasure held within,

A mighty oak will soon be born from

This acorn, so small and so slight,

It holds the future inside

I hear you crunching the time until the stopwatch chimes,

Should I surrender or am I alone in this?

Verse 2:

Squirrels and robins gather round,

Their secrets hidden under ground.

They know the strength these seeds possess,

We're strong when we're quiet.

CHORUS:

Watch me watching the trees breathe,

I smell like copper and ivory

I need some time to get myself figured out

I'm so sorry I'm sorry

I wish THAT I'd watched you die - I wish I'd left you there lying on the ground

I wish THAT I could make your voice leaf me

I wish THAT I had left you deleted

from my mind

I want to tear you apart

Verse 3:

The acorn rests heavy in my palm

A reminder that growth can emerge from calm

Though rage and grief wage war inside me

The quiet strength of nature shall be my guide

I envision a towering oak's embrace

Its roots grounding me to this time and place

To nurture the seed I must tend the soil

Of my weathered soul with patience, not toil

Outro:

The acorn, small and slight,

Once held a future, burning bright.

And as its branches touch the sky,

One day, like the oak, I'll learn to rise above it all.

I'm dying to know (yeah)

why life comes and goes (huh)

long way to go 'fore

answers unfold

I'm finally cold

I'm old and alone

I'm blue turn to gold

I'm blood turn to stone

Just rambling again

like dust in the wind

whatever I said

no nothing makes sense

acorn on my head

acorn for my legs

acorn on the set

acorn till I'm dead

still dying to know (yeah)

why life comes and goes (huh)

long way to go 'fore

answers unfold

I'm finally cold

I'm grown and alone

I'm blue turn to gold

I'm blood turn to stone

I'm finally cold

It's me and my bones

I'm blue turn to gold

I'm blood turn to stone

out wandering the forest tracks

I came upon a tree

my head was in the clouds that day

way up above the canopy

I felt a crack beneath my boot

under soles thin and worn

there it lay broken in two

a perfect acorn

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

crushed before you can even begin

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

they’ll never know just what you could’ve been

I gathered up the pieces

now imbued with melancholy

such simple beauty broken

left me feeling sorry

a story that will never be told

now held within my hand

a giant of the future

that will not grace this land

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

crushed before you can even begin

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

they’ll never know just what you could’ve been

it seems kinda silly

to leave behind your legacy

in a nut that could be had

by a squirrel for its tea

it seems kinda risky

to put all your chips on black

in a tasty morsel

perfect for a squirrel snack

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

crushed before you can even begin

The perfect symbol of wasted potential

they’ll never know just what you could’ve been