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The 4th Law of Thermodynamics (A.K.A. Clown Death)

I participated in a 48 hour challenge, i had to write 5 songs.

Uh.. not all of these are good, but some re really lovely.

its 3 mp3s, but the last one is 3 songs.

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Part 1 – warlord xigon

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Part 2 – yacht rock ripoff

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Part 3, 4, 5 – I love Final Fantasy (Questing, Fighting, Loving)

One a day, is my goal.

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Seigfried

this is part of Time to Get Obscure, a compilation of songs written in unusual time signatures. This song has about 9 time signatures i think.

Here’s the video fo the day.

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Testes

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YouTube Direct Style  Chiptunes yo

If someone ever uses sex as a verb to you, run. There are only two options in this scenario. 1) (thick Appalachian accent) I gon’ sex yew. 2) (this 1990s pop accent with massive drum samples and FM basslines) I wanna sex you up! (strange dance moves).

It’s either going to be a rape, or a song. In either case, it’s going to come from Color me Badd.

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Here’s the mp3 demo of my latest creation, Danger Limit.  There are lyrics, and they do include

He’s a man, alone in the world,

his emotions pour out like a flood

there’s a fire that burns in his heart

like a laser gave birth to his blood….

YOU’re the ONE!

So i forgot to mention that i had a show last night.  At the toronto comedy mainstay Sunday Night LIve where i was the musial act. Essentially, i was the “ladies and gentlemen, lilly allen!’ of the night. I saw a lot of flashes going off while singing, so i am assuming i’ll be uploading some fan pics in the near future. But mostly what came of the night was a proposal to get me to compose the score to a musical about vampires falling in love.

So prepare yourself for that.

possible titles…

Blood Ties?

Thicker than water… ?

Love and Moons and things?

Kissy suck love?

Take a Bite out of crime, and love?

TOnight i have a show called “The Dumbet Shit”.  I will be performing some of my dumbest shit.  GET READY, MIAMI!

Transcript form #8BC

<infradead> old school
<PDF_Laptop> well, the cheques i got when i signed up didnt’ have any number, you hdad to write it in.. this would be about.. 2008?
<PDF_Laptop> then a couple weeks later, a book of cheques arrived in the mail
<PDF_Laptop> with a note
<rhinostrich> cheques.
<infradead> i didn’t say they were mine..  they’re from some bank that probablys  been gone for yeas.
<PDF_Laptop> written in a script i could easily identify as that of doctor mabruk
<PDF_Laptop> but it was impossible
<PDF_Laptop> he was dead
<PDF_Laptop> needless to say, i brought the cheques to Leiutennant O’Reilly at 4 division immediately
<PDF_Laptop> he insisted we send them to the yard, but.. i wasn’t so sure.
<infradead> O’Reilly’s a good chap
<PDF_Laptop> if Mabruk wasn’t dead, and if he was back in London, then he would certainly have someone at he Yard keeping an eye out..
<infradead> he helped me when my cat went missing
<PDF_Laptop> no, it was better keep this between s, keep our eyes open, and see what came of it.
<PDF_Laptop> Chapter 2: Mabruk’s return.
<infradead> ay ya ya…  that Marburk affair was a mess
<PDF_Laptop> oSome weeks passed before i heard the name Mabruk again.  I had even begun sleeping easy, assuming that the book of custom sailboat cheques from the Bank of England were merely preordered, sent before Mabruk’s explosive failure on the Commuter Zeppelin from prague.
<PDF_Laptop> However, my ease and peace of mind was to be impinged upon by the cold vice of reality.
<PDF_Laptop> a Knock came at my study door
<PDF_Laptop> “Yum yum” i said, as though i was tasting something.
<PDF_Laptop> no reply
<PDF_Laptop> “I said… YUM YUM”
<infradead> <3
<PDF_Laptop> a cautious head poked through an increasingly ajar doorway.
<PDF_Laptop> “Did you say i could come in?”
<PDF_Laptop> “What else does yum yum mean?”
<PDF_Laptop> I didnt’ recognize him.  He was wearing a mask.  That was probably why.  Still.  He didn’t have any of the arms i usually associated with the human frame
<PDF_Laptop> THough, he did have all the legs, and then some.
<PDF_Laptop> “Many legs today, eh?”
–> Dream_Soda (chatzilla@bas2-montreal45-1177828532.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #8bc
<PDF_Laptop> he looked down at all those legs. “Oh.. yeas.. i’ve got quite a few i guess.  Look, are you Professor DeBrynn?  If so, i’ve got a lot more legs than you, and i wanted to tell you that, face to face.”
<tristendo> peace all
<PDF_Laptop> Chapter 3: Whither legs.
<PDF_Laptop> TBC

enjoy the beginning of my new Prof. DeBrynn mystery, Many Leggs, Many Mabruks.