BWONG BWONG.
This is a weird, fake album.
It was so awesome when Merrit posted this, but so much less awesome when she deleted it.
[OMGsongclub! #4] Keepin’ It Real..evant.
Oh, hello Tumblr, it has certainly been a while. I think it’s safe to say that good ol’ Jimmy and I have been drowning in life, which I believe has mostly consisted of work for both of us. It is definitely time to break boring routines with another one of these.
To keep it relevant..
Challenge: Must include a string instrument (ANY string instrument), and some sort of make-shift percussion (banging on a table with kitchen utensils, anyone?). Also, must include lyrics, lyrics must be about work— your perception of your current job. Or, be you unemployed, lyrics must be about your life, currently.
Due: Wednesday, August 17th.
Submit to: OMGsongclub@gmail.com
Bats & Tentacles, Cephalopado
I would like to apologize for my negligence; sometimes life happens and you are unable to make a decent song to save your life (if you would even consider my submissions thus far “decent”). I made approximately 5 different songs about potatoes (my favourite food), each one exponentially worse than the last. However, I have come to the realization that I have dragged this out too long, so my submission will be a spoken word ditty I made whilst drunk last week (which, yes, I consider better than any of the actual songs I made).
I clearly fail at OMGsongclub….
Christine Jimmy, this needs to mean so much more
I’ve developed this heartwrenching nostalgia for things I never had.
Things I only ever wished I had.
Things I’ve wished for so long that they have manifested into vague memories.
Vague memories of things that never happened.
The rain came down in sheets
Like trees turning into reams of paper.
I rode the bus home that morning, but the sky never got lighter
Only darker.
All day it was night
I waded through puddles of dreams until the water was up to my neck.
I started drowning in my sleep.
I woke up gasping for air.
Every breath I took I tasted rain
But none ever touched my lips.
Billie Meyers had nothing on me.
[OMGsongclub! #3] Sweet Acoustic Gluttony
Alright kids, since I finally fixed my acoustic (after months of missing a tuning peg), here’s the idea…
Challenge: Must include an acoustic instrument, and lyrics must be about your favourite food.
Due: Monday, June 6th.
Submit to: omgsongclub@gmail.com w/ song title, band name and lyrics, svp.
What should Songclub #3 be?
Songcluuuuub.
That was fun, yo. We hope you are amused by our musics. Let’s keep the creative juices flowing…what should we do for the next challenge? Is anybody else out there interested in joining in?
Here are some ideas I’ve had :
#1. Generate a Song title using this web address - http://videogamena.me/
You can keep clicking until you find a good one, but then you have to make your song lyrics give some relevance to the title.
#2. A love song dedicated to your favorite food?
#3. What about a mandatory genre?
#4. For instance, a ska song about your favorite childhood toy?
#5. Mandatory Youtube video of you singing the song? (I guess this would mean it was in one take without any layering…that WOULD be a challenge for me, for sure, heh)
#6. Find a buddy and make em sing with you, or play a tambourine or something.
Let’s brainstorm some ideas! I’m not sure how good mine are.
Christine Jimmy, A Poetic Retelling of Events Past
He said, “Do you want to have sex?”
I said, “No Jeff. No offence.”
He said, “Can I just go down on you, then?”
I said, “No Jeff.. what’s your defense?”
He said, “How can you say no to orgasms?
How can you say no?
I’d be like a motherfucking squid
Sucking on your clit
Making you cum, that’s it.”
He said, “Let’s play strip Tetris!”
“Jeff. I haven’t had enough drinks for this.”
“Can I just go down on you then?”
“…What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He said, “How can you say no to orgasms?
How can you say no?
I’d be like a motherfucking squid
Sucking on your clit
Making you cum, that’s it.”
Bats & Tentacles, When the Squid King Comes
With his chin buried half down in the sand,
His eyes peer through the murky land,
Barbed Tentacles Instead of Hands
Ruler of the shallow end of the tide,
when his bulbous head rises you better hide,
at the speed he moves your ass is fried.
Oh,
you better realize.
Oh,
he’s gonna rise
Squeeze up, Pull Down, Dragged Side to Side,
One last second to feel alive,
When the Squid King Comes,
We’re All Gonna Die.
Auntie just went for a swim,
but you don’t need worry about shark fin,
beware his razor sharp barbs, Jim
He pulls you down into the deep,
tears your head skin back to take a peek,
beneath your hard skull he finds a feast
Oh,
you better realize.
Oh,
he’s gonna rise
Burlesque Seahorses Bump and Grind,
Manical Starfish waiting behind,
When the Squid King Comes,
We’re All Gonna Die.
Limp, dead bodies pulled into his lair,
When it comes to meet he gets his share,
When the Squid King Comes,
We’re All Gonna Die.
Squeeze up, Pull Down, Dragged Side to Side,
One last second to feel alive,
When the Squid King Comes,
We’re All Gonna Die.
Oh, Song Club is still Happening…
we are just lazy and/or busy and our songs aren’t quite done. Us being…the two people who are doing it, since I don’t think we got any other submissions this time.
This is okay, because our songs will be so amazing that you will find your socks have been blown away and that your feet are very cold once having heard said songs.
Stay tuned. Song Club is sooooo cool you guys.
