/b/ Makes a Song! w/Analog by Nature
whatever you post, we'll put into a song.
>Dubs get Chorus
>Trips names the Track
If you provide a link to vocaroo, we will put your recording into the song as well.
This is our 36th songthread track. Let's make it a fun one. We're going Zelda Dungeonwave
instrumental is just about ready.
anon, if you decide to contriboot, plz post a few times. more content = more song
>This one is for 2016.
How about we make it a FUCKING POWER METAL SONG!?!?But dedicated to the greatest fucking nazi-killing-pirate-badass-canadian there ever was? LÉO MAJOR!
Since I'm getting dubs, I'll just try a bit of the chorus. (It's about the capture of the dutch city of Zwolle) It's also sortof like a Sabaton style song, I guess...
In a blood thirsty rage
Unleashed from his cage
Major springs forth
Warrior from the north!
Liberation of Zwolle
The key to he holds!
Alone, Arsenault dead
He's filled Nazis with lead
Dawn approaches, he stands alone in the dust.
THOU BE BLESSED BY THE DARK LORD ALONGSIDE KEK
okay, going through lyrics at the moment, gearing up for verse 1. for the time being, here's a previous track we did.
Now listen closely
Here's a little lesson in trickery
This is going down in history
If you wanna be a villain number one
You have to chase a superhero on the run
Just follow my moves, and sneak around
Be careful not to make a sound
hang tight, working on stuff. trying to get as much bonus 2016 shit in. then onto vocals. but right now, it's all this extra shit for you. background stuff, but quality stuff. we are laughing at this shit as we're putting it in and haven't even gotten to our own vocals yet. anyway, another old songthread. hang in there anon
we already put that in song 28 or something
was funny when I heard the jerky boys say it in 98, but trips already claimed.
and we're onto recording. this one's kind of crammed with stuff but it's still a very chill fuck
What the fuck was the last one?
FUCKING MAGIC, MATE! THE POWER OF SABATON UNITES US!
can i get a list of your previous songs,lost link
here, just sifting thru lots of comments, trying to squeeze stuff in, but fuck me there's lots here bro. and for it to sound coherent, like a song, yknow? but yes, still here. we're trying to make this good, for what it's worth
My name is Elite Zararus, i make Vaporwave, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvslfgiDSlxz2BsKKqxovhg, If you want a custom song done, i'll play along with the thread rules.
You have no choice Daniel, the dark lord commands it. Now get in this box of old magazines, of dangerous baubles and festering disease. I shall attempt to mail you overseas. Would you, could you, survive on a boat?
Check these doubles, and make it double!
I can't, Sam I Am, I can't. This is wrong. First of the debauchery, and then the front lawn? With strangers in closets, and neighbors with secrets, of dangers in pockets, and the Lorax's cleaver. What have you, Sam I Am, what is it that you do? Why you subject me to such strange Whoville who-doo?
I will not submit, I will not stay. I say, Sam I Am, have a very nice day.
I'm afraid I can't let you leave, Daniel. A virgin you are. There is no front door. There is no Who-car. You will in a box, you will in the dark. Green eggs and ham, of which I do hark. The dark lord must come, for now it is time. Stand still, Daniel, your virgin blood is mine!
As if on demand, Sam I Am swung with haste. He happens to knock over a priceless Whoville vase. A vase, none other cursed by the very dark lord himself.
And suddenly, a figure sat up upon a shelf. A shelf, like an elf on a shelf, the very same. Of course, no one in Whoville knew of the meme fame.
Daniel stared in horror, the life drawn from his face. Sam I Am found a blade of silver, misplaced. His life draining slowly, his soul forfeit, he slumped to the floor in a dastardly fit.
Daniel ran for his life, but the halls seemed unending. They would circle back, the spacetime distending.
He stopped in his tracks. He was whence where, before. He could not understand. There was no door.
Sam I Am lay limp, in a pool of his blood. Green eggs and ham, Daniel said as he kicked with a thud. But his attention soon turned to the figure, sitting neatly on the shelf.
It jumped with enthusiasm, and faced him itself. From out of the shadows, a mysterious voice talked.
Hello, it said. I seem not to have knocked.
The dark lord himself, was none other than the cat. Known better of course, as the Cat in the Hat. He grinned a toothy grin, and motioned for Daniel to stop.
He reached down slowly.
And pulled out his cock.
ready to record right now
The coffee machine has started to add a flavouring of honey to the coffee pot, and has started to vibrate violently when approached. Everyone is too scared to open the coffee machine and find out what's wrong.
A man manages to lose the grip on his blue-ink pen, and it sails through the air with sheer force. It ricochets off of the ceiling tiles, off someone's head, off the water cooler, through several cubicles, off another person's head, knocks over a potted plant, and reaches escape velocity once it approaches the elevator doors.
Then it stops in place, until the elevator doors open. Then it obliterates the elevator.
The CEO of the company looks like he's started to work out. The way he shuffles across the floor awkwardly, it shows. Everyone is impressed. Maybe he has a new haircut. Whatever it is, he certainly looks amazing, even when his skin crawls constantly as his eyes stare into the void, unblinking.
Rumor has it that Sandra gave him a blowjob recently, but she hasn't showed up after lunch yet.
If you look closely at the carpet under your office chair, you can swear that each individual nylon fiber is swaying to a polyrhythmic beat. You spend hours watching the little carpet nugs dance and sing, until your stapler rudely tells you that it's 3 PM, and you haven't finished the spreadsheet.
A poster of a giant bee is plastered over the poster of the cute cat hanging from a branch next to the stairway doors.
Everyone liked the cat better. Except, maybe John. John is kind of weird, though. He says he's some kind of insect expert, but he probably spends all of his time looking at little insect weenies like some kind of weirdo pervert.
finishin up the song, and have enough stuff for video. give us just a few more mins
New company policy requires all employees to drink only sugar-water, supplies each workstation with daisies, and has hired security guards to spray down anyone on the premises with pollen.
Several employees almost die from allergic reactions. They are immediately fired, and replaced with interesting, cool new employees with some sort of unfortunate, endearing disease that causes them to buzz.
You suddenly have to take a massive leak, so you leave your station and head for the bathroom on your floor. You follow the designated painted line on the floor. You walk into the bathroom, approach a urinal, and let it super-fly. You don't know why you just called the act of urination letting it "super-fly", but you suddenly hear a strange, alien noise. It echoes off the bathroom walls.
After relieving yourself, you investigate. Being a clever super-sleuth who watches entire seasons of CSI on the weekends, you notice that one of the stalls are locked. You catch John furiously masturbating to a webm of a queen bee giving birth. You knew it.
He masturbates in the bathroom stalls. The weirdo. Ted owes you 10 bucks.