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hasenyager
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Meaningless a capella chant thing.
Randomly titled accordian song.
If oceapes had evolved in a manner similar to whales from dogs.
For an English project. The music really sucks, because I've never written a musical before.
A 'repitend' or whatever for an English project.
Entropy building up to the heat death of the universe.
An enraged b**** (goshdarn you, soundclick censors) attacks New York city.
The day the monkey is destined to die, all the trees become slippery.
I look kindly upon stem cell research because it's for science, but it is somewhat morally ambiguous... Anyway, I just wanted to write a song about blasticysts.
About relatives who try to make smalltalk. I'm not really as bitter as the song suggests. Actually, smalltalk dispells awkward.
Short simple song I made for hellzies. It's lame, but I like it.
When I'm neither asleep nor awake, I hear voices. This is the wisdom they've imparted to me over the years.
It's the curse of the singer-songwriter to eventually write a song about how we're supposed to change the world.
My first real accordian song.
This song is pretty much public domain. Even if it wasn't, seeing as it's banned, I don't think Disney would care if someone covered it.
And the thready hand of heaven is creeping into the dusk.
It's the entity that forces you to repeat every cliche in existence when you're in love.
Sounds a little reggae. I think it's the kazoos.
They chopped down the tree in front of my window. I was pissed.
Home, wreathed with all its gods; ethereal and existent; and now they're all dead.
I'm a god and you'd better believe it.
They're totally fading, and it f***ing sucks.
Impromptu song I recorded with my brother, because he wouldn't get out of my room.