“Unfinished-1” by Wilson Ng, written and recorded in February 2022 for the RPM Challenge. Outtake from the 2022 RPM Challenge Sessions. Meant to have lyrics but had writer's block and ran out of time. Remains an unfinished instrumental.

“Shine” by Wilson Ng, written and recorded in February 2022 for the RPM Challenge. Outtake from the 2022 RPM Challenge Sessions. Just one of those songs that doesn't seem to work. Wanted to recut the vocals because they were basically scratch…

This started out as a joke from a meme and then, well..... Wilsun did his best imitation of Bruce Dickenson in the bridge Dan Upton played the heavy guitars in the bridge and the solo you like Time to self-assess You still want to be so…

Based on the show "The Great" on Hulu. Yeah, I know. You've never heard of it... Lead guitar by Anton Samford Backing Vox by Megan Kleven https://megankleven.bandcamp.com You got the moves, you carry the cachet Always used to having…

This started out as a joke from a meme and then, well..... Wilsun did his best imitation of Bruce Dickenson in the bridge Dan Upton played the heavy guitars in the bridge and the solo you like Time to self-assess You still want to be so…

Another song idea from a meme. Or, more accurately, a movement. The term “Birds Aren’t Real” refers to biological “Birds” no longer existing on United States soil. After the government forcibly made the entire species extinct in the 20th century…

You gotta work long hours, Grind that stone Work your fingers to the bone Gotta make that money while you can Before retirement and old age sets in Do what you can for the company and The boss 'll take care of you Forget about vacation…

I can still taste the pain of how you made me feel Your only concern was to break my will Whatever doesn't kill makes you stronger than My imagination's running how to get vengeance But at the end of the day, I don't care anyways You're…

(COVID Salute) You can pick 'em, you can lick 'em, you can roll them in a ball You can stack 'em up like waffles 'till they're forty feet tall You can wipe on your sleeve, you can flick 'em at your friends You could blow them in a tissue…

This is how these things start My sad excuse for a work of art Put in the effort, set the pace Hardly anyone listens anyways Years of this takes its toll Only few ever know All this work done in haste A whole month gone to waste