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Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel
Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel, wheel, wheel, wheel
Wheel of Songwriting
Suggest some things
Take a chance
Help me write a brand new jam
Wheel of Songwriting
Wheel of Songwriting
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Not a Love Song
02:28
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This is a song that's not about love
It's not about angels, it's not about doves
I wouldn't have someone if push came to shove
This is a song that's not about love
I don't like a person with too much bravado
I like my sandwich with extra cheese and avocado
I walk these streets feeling kinda gruff
This is a song that's not about love
On my many travels to the gulf
I almost was disemboweled by a hungry wolf
I gave him my sandwich, and that was enough
This is a song that's not about love
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Geese in Love
02:36
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In the pond where they spent their days
Samuel and Joshua always played
Then their families went to war
Torn apart forevermore
Sam and Joshua, on the lam
Traitors in a foreign land
No more fighting, they’re all they’ve got
Blame it on a stolen nesting spot
Too much violence, can’t go back
A war that started with a quack
Still in hiding, times are tough
But they have each other’s love
Oh-oh you’re geese in love, there’s nothing you can do
Though wars will start and end,
They’re never stopping you
In the pond where they spent their days
Samuel and Joshua always played
Then their families went to war
Torn apart forevermore
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ASMR Rap
01:47
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(Yeah, okay)
ASMR is the way of life: It picks me up when I'm inside
The supermarket is where to be; I go and get an orange please
An orange...not very boring
ASMR
I left the supermarket, and I had to go home
But I stopped by the dock where I saw down below
A squid was hanging, looking frail
I tried to cheer him up with some ASMR
He said, "Hey, I don't like ASMR"
ASMR
I made home to my full-time job of ASMR on a log
I had a frog who was my friend, but he went away
I didn't know how, so I met a cow
He's my new friend
He enjoys ASMR with me all day
ASMR
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The Ballad of Evil Shawn
03:47
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This is the ballad of evil Shawn
We’ll be singin’ this long after he is gone
Down from the hills he came like a disease
He did it all for the money and prestige
Why is he evil? ‘Cause Sean is not
He can’t be beaten, and he never will be caught
He causes each and every great disaster
Not even outdone by the sly Vidmaster
All I want to know is when this terror will end
Evil Shawn claims victims again and again
I’ve seen him shrink a village, turn a museum to mush
But all I want to know is, when he’s coming for us
When's he coming for us?
When's he coming for us?
He’s got the town surrounded, who can save us now
He’s taken cats for ransom
Blair gave one last frightened meow
Vidmaster, please come save us
Or that Good Sean could, too
We’ve lost all hope, we’re stranded
What can we do?
What can we do?
All we want to know is when this terror will end
Evil Shawn claims victims again and again
We’ve seen him shrink a village, turn a museum to mush
But all we wanna know is, when he’s coming for us
All we want to know is when this terror will end
Evil Shawn claims victims again and again
We’ve seen him shrink a village, turn a museum to mush
But all we wanna know is, when he’s coming for us
All we want to know is when this terror will end
Evil Shawn claims victims again and again
I’ve seen him shrink a village, turn a museum to mush
But all we wanna know is, when he’s coming for us
All I want to know is when this terror will end
Evil Shawn claims victims again and again
I’ve seen him shrink a village, turn a museum to mush
But all I wanna know is, when he’s coming for us
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In the night, in the day
He sits upon the shelf you've laid
Watching deliberately, not random
You are his own fandom
He's drawing you near
This might just be his year
He's growing off your fear
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Technical Issue Blues
03:43
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I woke up this morning, thought I'd do myself a stream
I got so many problems, I hope it's all a dream
I got the crackle
I've got the crackle
When life gives you fruit like let's say persimmon
I try to solve the problem with the tools I was given
I've got the crackle
I think I solved the crackle, now you can hear every chord
But then my fingers slipped on my keyboard
Soggy tennis ball
Soggy tennis ball
The problems add up, I think I've had enough
Maybe I should toss the ball to a wolf
Soggy tennis ball
Oh, Blair comes a-running, things start a-tumbling
One things leads to the next, and here comes something
Falling on me
Falling on me
She pushes a webcam, a ceiling fan, a baby grand
I gotta get out, I gotta make a plan
They're falling on me
I found refuge, started streaming at last
I tried to catch up with chat, but I was typing too fast
Keyboard's on fire
Keyboard's on fire
A blaze burning is high, all I can say is, "Woof"
I wish I were fireproof
Keyboard's on fire
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Down in the dunes of Tatooine
Mara and Luke were living free
Mara's with child, but Luke throws a fit
He doesn't wanna name their kid "Portrait"
Space ghost Yoda says, "Trust in the force
Anger leads to hate, and hate leads to divorce
Still your mind, calm your emotion
Unless you wanna be a like the Death Star explosion"
Death Star explosion
Force parents scramble and ramble
Leaving it to chance is a hell of a gamble
"Mara, please, here's my confession
If Portrait's the name, I'll do a Vader impression"
Mara and Luke agree to pick something noble
But all of a sudden, she's gone immobile
While words are flying, she's gone into labor
Luke guards the door with his trusty lightsaber
Luke sees his son, says let's name him "Landscape"
Mara says, "Careful! His future we'll shape
The child has the power of the midichlorian
A portrait, a landscape, let's name him Dorian"
Dorian
Force parents scramble and ramble
Leaving it to chance is a hell of a gamble
"Mara, please, here's my confession
If Portrait's the name, I'll do a Vader impression"
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9. |
Spies in Love
02:40
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We’ll be together (at least I pretend)
Go wherever you recommend
Bombay, Berlin, Cleveland, or Stonehenge
I love you too much to take revenge
I love who you are
But I won’t tell you who you are
Make a break for the getaway car
I love who you are
But I won’t tell you who you are
They’re after us, together ‘til the end
No matter what, your identity I’ll defend
They cut the bungie
I hope the ground is spongy
We’re falling deeper and deeper in love and to our deaths
We’ll probably buy a big house and adopt twenty-five kids
I can’t tell you who you are, there’s a reason
My lips remain sealed for our love’s cohesion
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Sing into me
I’m never gonna give you up
Don’t drop me now
Leave me rick-rolling into the mud
The wheel will decide
If we fail or strike it rich
Maybe one day, friends
They’ll sing about me on Twitch
Wheel rolls
Like a Rick Roll
But the bassline walks
Hand slips
From your mic grip
Could’ve used some chalk
Wheel rolls
Like a Rick Roll
But the bassline walks
Hand slips
From your mic grip
Could’ve used some chalk
Thirty-five years have passed
Rick Astley left me in a ditch
Maybe a modern bard
Will find me here, I wish
Sing into me again
The last word I heard was “oops”
Somebody reaches out
With a single move, they scoop
Wheel rolls
Like a Rick Roll
But the bassline walks
Hand slips
From your mic grip
Could’ve used some chalk
Wheel rolls
Like a Rick Roll
But the bassline walks
Hand slips
From your mic grip
Could’ve used some chalk
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11. |
Lullaby for Owls
03:22
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Sleep now, owls
The sun is rising on you
Nest up now
And sleep alone like you do
Cough up, owls
The pellets you make from your food
Sleep now, owls
The sun is rising on you
Dream now, owls
Your energy’s spent
Recharge now
Before Owl Parliament
Make change, owls
Write bills to your best judgment
Dream now, owls
And become who you’re meant to
Sleep now, owls
The sun is rising on you
Nest up now
And sleep alone like you do
Cough up, owls
The pellets you make from your food
Sleep now, owls
The sun is rising on you
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Redacted Hills Nashville, Tennessee
Hailing from Nashville, Redacted Hills first learned to love folk music and Americana by way of Norwegian death metal. Her songs regularly feature in the videos of their brother Joe Hills and in the Hannibal-themed podcast, The Ethical Butchers.
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