I was gonna write lyrics....but then I didn't

You sit lazily in the morning grass. The refreshing spring breeze blows by as the birds sing their song. Three years have passed since that fateful winter night. Though you will never be able to return to the innocent person you once were, you don't mind. Your people are free, and that's all you can ask. Self-sacrifice is a prerequisite to change, so you embrace your past, and welcome the future. You sit alone in the morning grass. Friends and family all gone, noble men and women who gave their lives because they knew it was worth it. And maybe it was. At least, you hope so. The village children are playing in the distance, and you smile.

Just jam out.

I don't even know what this is.

when you hear it you'll get it.
I'm still having problems writing lately :I
this almost got interesting though

jahas, hyvszura

Came into this a little late, so kinda rushed.
Experimented more than I usually do.. effects and what not..

Let me know what you think..

the only disappointment i have with this song is that i intended to be more experimental with my OHC tracks, but this isn't particularly experimental. however i am otherwise very happy with it.

It's so beautiful... and blank.

yes. improv.

The title doesn't really have anything to do with the song. I just decided to give the song this name.

I know this sucks. i suck

The choices made are always with good and bad consequences

*had to cut this one a little short

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The year is 2048, the cyborg apocalypse has destroyed most of humanity as we know it, leaving the rest as slaves. One man, John Freeforall, can save us. He is out for vengeance, blood, and circuits.

My first OHC in over a year goes...like this.

So it's like some 80's thing albeit really repetitive, but I dunno it's kinda cool I guess.

Setting oneself free is a loud business.

Usually, the theme gives me inspiration. This time... well, nothing really. So I piled some drums on top of each other.

the sign said "free for all"
so...
yes.
I went there.

Another hour put to misuse.

So, strings and shit, eh?

viva el sombrero