I'm gonna to tell a little story about a girl I knew She was so pretty you for sure would have liked her too And the love that she could give sticked like a tattoo But not a single word from her mouth was true She used to tell me how she loved to be around with me She even made me think it would last eternity But I'm smarter than this boy, oh listen and see Because i dumped her in the waste yard of New York City Criminal Minded Love x2 And so it all began on cloudy day I was new in town and I didn't know my way She came out of a cab like a living ray And at the first sight she thought that i w
In 2005, i bought a Roland TB-303 for like 50 bucks! I didn't have a DIN sync, but who cares, when you can time shit manually right? That's how my hippie era came to be. Lyrics: To be free, To live in unity Finally harmony All others you and me I found a recipe
My first ever attempt at "house music". It has no lyrics, but it recounts the story of my metalic blue BMX and the bullies that tried to rob it from me. But we escaped, and then i had icecream.
Lyrics: It's like watching a movie, in black and white And see the purple taint of the black, fade in color But picture after picture, frame after frame. The taint, remains the same. Break the loop Control, reboot Wake up your group for the Going On Daily Control reboot Trace a route Wake up yourself and your group for the Going On Daily Hallelujah
Seducers moving their feet, spinning records to increase the heat. 4X Seducers hold the party, reSet the mic, The night is alright and the butts shake tight, Come join the dance, set yourself in trance, Seducers and I invite you to romance, Because the DJ's scratching so sweet and fast, It's guaranteed this party will last So shake your head, no time for bed Move your feet help increase the heat Seducers!
daddy has got a plan for you. 3step quick dub fashion A live recording, video here: https://v.basspistol.org/w/hXZSreKEPaVjiRrUrd7hKX
A tonedef Loudnesswarrior, compressing the shit out of the sound. Audio gotta look like a turd or it ain't real!
Dear Pappa Noel....
2x Money here, Money there, Money fucking everywhere. Love ain’t here, Love ain’t there, Love is fucking nowhere. Sometimes I wish I had no feeling, That I could serve myself without asking. And then I would feel no guilt about it. Just hush, look back and fuck it. Maybe I’m being retro, But I sure feel like a weirdo. Or better said like a freak. Thinking life is something chique. But that’s not the way things work. So here I stand broke like a jerk. Don’t worry sister I won’t do no harm, With my dick under my arm. And since I don’t care for money, Go on brother take it from me. 2x Money here,
Some people are fake, some people are aware. Some people make money on others welfare. Oh you can try, to tie me up as if I, Didn’t know where you trying to make me go. Some people are real, some people realy care. Some people feel, all the lies you bare. Oh you can try, to tell them it was I. Who tried to go, with the money flow. So if you are fake, you better be aware. That any mistake, will attrackt the warfare. Some people may deal, with you as if you were real. But do they know, that you wont let them go? Samples from Yngwie Malmsteen’s battle with a steward.
