“The Road” by Wilson Ng, written and recorded in February 2022 for the RPM Challenge. Outtake from the 2022 RPM Challenge Sessions. 95% of the lyrics are from an AI lyrics songwriting generator, I changed a few lines to fit the song. The entire…

RPM 2022

in the name of all that is breakfast...

A buzz continues building One loss is someone’s winning So to a toy our thinking And we will revel in this round - woot woot (woot woot) For the moment sound woot woot (woot woot) This is the sound that our hearts make This is the sound…

Sky is black as pitch now Moon as blood is glowing In this blood-soaked hellscape As you might expect there is a presence Out of the grave Out of the night Out of your mind One’s a mass of maggots One’s underwear’s showing All of…

Heard you spent a fortune making a Return on investment - selling a Book about a fortune making a Said it nice Heard about misfortune - frankly it Soaked all my absorption - laying there Furious misfortune - frankly it Said it twice…

This one started as a busier version of Leum’s song When Do You Show It. I added drums and a bass part to his vocals and acoustic guitar, and Hayden later pitched in with a distorted guitar part. I sent Leum mixes of three different versions…

Every night, every night I pray Good Lord gives me another day Find it in your heart Give me another start This I pray, every day We can never change the past. Try to make the good times last Life can pass us by very fast, and that…

B Side of the RPM Challenge Record for 2022. First song, Hot Light, is the single for the album. Second song, "Cataract," despite being the title track, ended up with stupid placeholder lyrics. Damn deadlines. I'll update with either a new…

t boudreau Hello Empathy, can’t ya see that its me hanging out to dry I’m surprised to see you after all this time A sip of sympathy may be all that i need to get me by tonight But those home made remedies only last for a while Hey Controversy…

All the eyes are staring at me Flay the sacrificial lamb Angry barking dogs in cubicles Are lining up to bite my hand Pouring meds right down our throats And surfing the big sad Lashing out a spiteful scrape ‘cause everyone’s on edge…