Tuxedo_Mask's melodies
a little more simplified version of the song.
tpircsunaM hcinyoV
styx song
is your name Haydn? No? Then Mind your Biz.
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Villanesca
Zarabanda
https://chaturbate.com/nakayamaa/
who did your actions kill? who is but the form followed by the greater function of WHAT.
SITH LORD
SITH LORD
SITH LORD...
SLIDES YOU A DRINK DOWN THE BAR.
Dukkha
Darth maul was here.
Original box...
Original box...
I wish I found some better sounds No one's ever heard I wish I had a better voice That sang some better words I wish I found some chords In an order that is new I wish I didn't have to rhyme Every time I sang I was told when I get older All my fears would shrink But now I'm insecure And I care what people think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out We're stressed out Sometimes a certain smell will Take me back to when I was young How come I'm never able to identify Where it's coming from? I'd make a candle out of it If I ever found it Try to sell it, never sell out of it I'd probably only sell one It'd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose Same clothes, home grown The stone's throw from a creek we used to roam But it would remind us of when Nothing really mattered Out of student loans and tree house homes We all would take the latter My name's Blurryface and I care what you think My name's Blurryface and I care what you think Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out Used to play pretend Give each other different names We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space But now they're laughing at our face singing "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah Used to play pretend Give each other different names We would build a rocket ship And then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space But now they're laughing at our face singing "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out Wish we could turn back time To the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep But now we're stressed out We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, money We used to play pretend, wake up you need the money Used to play pretend Give each other different names We would build a rocket ship And then we'd fly it far away Used to dream of outer space But now they're laughing at our face saying "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah
train choooo choooo
and grandiose
Naibara - M&M Mixed
a simplified version for the music box.
I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel (We'll go all, all, all night long) I want to drive you through the night, down the hills (We'll go all, all, all night long) I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear (We'll go all, all, all night long) I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear (We'll go all, all, all night long) There's something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you, boy But you're still the same There's something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you, boy But you're still the same I'm giving you a night call to tell you how I feel (We'll go all, all, all night long) I want to drive you through the night, down the hills (We'll go all, all, all night long) I'm gonna tell you something you don't want to hear (We'll go all, all, all night long) I'm gonna show you where it's dark, but have no fear (We'll go all, all, all night long) There's something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you, boy But you're still the same There's something inside you It's hard to explain They're talking about you boy But you're still the same There's something inside you (there's something inside you) It's hard to explain (It's hard to explain) They're talking about you boy (They're talking about you boy) But you're still the same
Lady MacBeth - The Blood Is On Your Hands (step 2 final composition) decorated the melody and gave it another octave cleaned it up a bit, reduced the bpm by 10 from my original composition and that's it! the song is written.
The Blood Is On Your Hands (step one of composition)
Om ....
clementi_opus36_2_3
