So, this is a rap song I wrote a while ago, and just got around to finishing.  Yep, Keith wrote a rap tune.

Fuck haters.

Ride on cancerous thunder
Kill the pharaoh with your hatred of man
Preach of the snakes and preach of the devil
Forget that faith is a subjective ideology
Veins bulging
Paint melting under duress of the sweat and the rage
Let’s make war with this place
The peacemongers along with the warmongering fools
Writhing flesh in the cold blue night
Gesticulating anger in the hot fire light
high on the emotion of destroying an institution

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Gustavo Del Farra

This video has been going around YouTube forever now but I still think it’s really impressive.  This guy combines Claypool-esque pop & slap technique with an ear for melody and the end result is quite good.  Enjoy!

This is a song I wrote using Punk-O-Matic 2.  It’s a really fun game and a pretty solid music creation program

A heart always sees the stars just as they collapse into singularities
A love always breaks the silence just as you turn off the TV
A smile always reflects the winter light if only to give you clarity
A love is bittersweet if you look in the rearview mirror, and that is all you see

The manifold
Of our hearts
The manifold
Of our countless universes
In every fiber of our beings
Converging as two, then one
To be mapped out in the manifold
Of our hearts

A love always loses its way when something comes in from the frontlines
A pillar of creation reaching fingers out into the heartbreak to take it apart
Each finger takes a piece of your heart away so that it can make them all intertwine
Making it something stronger and more durable than it was before, if you just give it time

A nebula
Of your strength
A nebula
Of countless possibilities
In every fiber of your being
A nebula

Now imagine the fractal picture
That your emotions represent
Throw bring them back together
Make them whole again

Welcome to your singularity
The thing you saw long ago
Welcome to your singularity
Make yourself today

Harmed by their dreams

Deafened by their screams

Self righteous fury

They are very bad thing seen

These ministers and preachers

With the same sermon and same filled bleachers

Scream out prognoses of hate and disrespect

Disregarding their holy book’s own teachers

They ask why we don’t repent

They ask why we are so hellbent

They fail to understand that we can’t hate

As easily as they can, to a much greater extent

Protests aren’t biblical

Bombs are too anarchical

Hatred and chastity are not salvation

Your screaming and lunacy is apocalyptical

‘Twas a simpler time.  My grandpa was a great, great man.  RIP

What is this ideal?

Where is the real beauty?

Why aren’t we truly free?

What is this grisly seal?

This ideal is the false idol of the rest of the world holds

The beauty hides behind a personality, foreshadowed by plastic

Freedom is as fake as the TV stars, explosive and bombastic

The seal is of those we destroyed in search of our deadly gold

California? Naught but lies and surgeons’ scalpels

Cutting away the fat for everyone else to look at

Hiding the painful, self-loathing away; it is our great state’s fat

The palatial rich fucking over the poor; it is California’s gospel