The Singing Challenge

[Rats]

Let's get this thread going again with an appauling effort of me singing over (I think) unicorns tune. A mans breakdown after his actress wife files for divorce, set in a car, encompassing jack and jill, l'oreal and quantum leap. You can't say fairer than that. The line "I'm full of shite" being mainly what the song is about. It's awfull, it's the product of three nights full of beer improvising. Everything is first take so apologies for the shit singing. Post chowns to be sung over by someone and hopefully they'll be a bit better than this.

http://www.zen26454.zen.co.uk/Untitled.mp3

[poison popcorn]

that weren't half bad that, beer does you no harm. try heroin next.

glad this thread's resurfaced too, so to celebrate, here's another for the pot, it's a jam me and a pal had last year out in the arse end of nowhere. it's just drums and guitar so i suppose it's open to a bit of bassing or whatever really.

http://members.lycos.co.uk/assortedaudio/music/road_to_everywhere.mp3

did you get anywhere with the other one rats? the 56k half track was sounding excellent, love to hear the rest of it... <fucking big hint>

[grindyourmind]

Very good indeed.

[Almost Yearly]

Truly a Paulin.


Appalling. ( It's a spelling correction, not a critique. Though it is a critic. Oh go away Almost.)

[chand's girlfriend]

those are all broken links.

[El Unicornio, mang]

ooh, I hadn't noticed this thread. Any chance of sorting out those links lads?

[Rats]

OK, I've uploaded it again, I'd usually leave it on longer than that but I ended up hating it a lot quicker than usual http://www.zen26454.zen.co.uk/Untitled.mp3

[El Unicornio, mang]

That's a very interesting interpretation there Rats. For some reason I always find your singing slightly scary, like you're hiding in a closet with a knife talking to your psychotic ventriloquists doll. Put that down as a plus point though.

[Rats]

This is fucking awfull, messy as hell but it has a certain charm while smashed. God's cock whoever that is. I keep doing these thinking I'm going to redo them polished but who am I kidding. I still haven't better that 56k thing pp but I did add some more lines, the last three I think won't stay in

amateur magician

great minds think alike
but fools never differ
all garnish and no dinner

brainfood cyst
the toxins in my
the toxins in my
neon food

cleanse output
cut off all input
crab boy, move it up sideways

practised mirrored perfection
my faces aching reflection

the world feels like a tennis ball
but I stoop cos I'm too tall

my top lip is bust
she will not touch me
harsh whip-crack whispers push me

Here's the thingy then

http://www.zen26454.zen.co.uk/Untitledbdc.mp3 is it big dogs cock?

throw it all away
we'll pick the plastic stars
when gravelight rues the day
grow
and sleep in safe
the plugs still in
the world spins
I'm way past olden days
you leep out with the light off
I gotta go and sleep sleep sleep with the light on
we gotta go sleep deep
denied in your hour of need
nobody lied
jesus was really here
but now he's underground
we'll pick the plastic stars
when gravelight rules the day
what about another go?
I've seen a lot outside of me
What about another throw
the dice is on the wrong side of me
news read sing song sad sez no so