From Music for MOBA: a collection of pieces inspired by paintings from The Museum of Bad Art.

(Hogard/Hogard) Bonus track! Recorded for Godxiliary's collaborative project _28 Seconds Later_.

A short Christmas challenge by Sammy Davies

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A friend sent me a loop he made on Reason, and I added a 2nd bass track and about 4 vocal tracks in various stages of aural legibility. In the song I try to give a friend advice about how to stop his spiral downward. Starting with practical…

A bangin trance track. Give it time to build. First rough mix. Soon to feature vocals by sister savage. Stay tuned

This is our 8th song, and one thing you may notice about it is that (on alonetone and iTunes) it is at a lower bit rate than most of the others. This is because Alonetone seems to have a 60MB song size limit. However, if you want it at original…

Relax

Bass part for our Christmas song, "I Can See it in Your Eyes"

Tenor part for our Christmas song, "I Can See it in Your Eyes"

Alto part for our Christmas song, "I Can See it in Your Eyes"

Soprano part for our Christmas Song, "I Can See it in Your Eyes"

All four parts (Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass) for our Christmas song, "I Can See it in Your Eyes"

produced by me

Lyrics: I’ve been meaning to get drunk and try to forget you. Instead, I’m finding new ways to just upset you. Baby, I just can’t stay in my mind, Unintended and unsung, just like all the bad bad things I’ve done. Baby, that’s and old…

Lyrics: Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. Well I get up this morning And I seen my bluebird gone. My garden’s full of weevils And there’s vultures on my lawn. I’m a put the word out, baby. Where can my bluebird…

Lyrics: Love is a mild catatonia When you suspend your disbelief. It can beat you down, it’s like pneumonia. It’s something you catch and don’t release. It’s a debt without restitution, A series of rules that you must break. I might…

Lyrics: Well you know everything is changing, you can’t tell which way to go. It’s just booze, guns, and acid, and one huge pile of blow. I gotta make some corrections, it’s not hard to see. Maybe find myself a holy man to take this devil…

Lyrics: She’s my mood swing. She’s my accoutrement. She’s my blood money, honey. She’s the coke bugs under my skin. She’s my perturbation. She blows me to smithereens. She’s my crisis intervention. She’s a mystery repeating. She…