The greatest hurdle blocking happiness is sedentarism.

I never expected this song to work, but it has, somehow.

Well, I'm a bit rusty...

You have never been here before. Feeling a bit uneasy because of this, you slowly begin to realize that you might just not be used to this place and only time can tell if you will ever grow to this place.

A little man in a big jungle.

i never even been outside the US i do live p close to mexico though so maybe that counts for smth anyways this song is about distant things and far away foreigners probably it falls apart at the end i didn't know what to do with it there so random chords seemed appropriate how do you know foreigners don't do random chords huh

It's just some random piano stuff, inspired by a recent trip to London and wandering around solo in said city. I'm rusty playing live piano, so it's not the best, but it's something a bit different from the usual, at least.

Got off early today so I had a half hour to whip up a compo entry. :]

Also, best song title ever amirite?

Bleh

I tried doing something weird, and it turned out to be too foreign to me.
so instead, have a generic song.

posted on behalf of Acuity, who couldn't make it to compo tonight.

"I wanted to try something in 3/4 tempo.

Couldn't make it during actual OHC time, so I just made this. Uhh... the theme I used is The Hunt."

--Acuity

I recorded this on a strange app.

I put fx on my voice to hide the fact that im a wanker

Lyrics:

your girl looks like a living doll, attraction there is lost on me
but i admit i would still do her out of curiosity
monstrosity there i was unprepared for her stare
devoid of hope but not annoyed, and not scared
beauty there, cant be denied i suppose
but when she stops talkin, its a bit like she froze
im not sure what she wears on her head is human hair
so much make up i shout "can you hear me underthere"
yeah under more rubble than a chillian miner
but damn son, even her kleenex is designer
i suspect if you direct your cock to her poop chute
her eyes go red like "does not compute!"
she aint ginger, but not sure she has a soul
when she stares daggers, them blades are cold
but when she comes round and we chat for a while
i know for a fact this aint smarter child

post card from the uncanny valley
girls aint how they make em back home
postcard from the uncanny valley
hold their hands, still feel alone
post card from the uncanny valley
disconnect yet you still remain errect
post card from the uncanny valley
dont robots short circuit if they get wet?


something is amiss when she poses for a picture
she gets angry at the camera, looks like she might hitcha
but when she gets your shots back on her cpu
and has a word with them, its like, damn dude
its true though i know, she got a human brain
you shouldnt fuck robots when a robot you aint
and vice versa, thats just my POV
but i repeat its amiss when shes lookin at me
facial feature recognition, it is missin
i am wishin that i was in the position
of having an hour, a towel, some soap and a tub
of hot water with which i would proceed to scrub
wanna see the human underneath, otherwise
may as well replace you with skype. and a fleshlight
so good night living doll, you look almost real
the sad thing here? i know for a fact that you feel

This is a tone poem that will match exactly how my first gaming convention will go.

Didn't have much time to work on this so its just a short sequence repeated 1 time.

Trying my hand at one of these things again.