One Hour Compo - Round 191 (OHC191)
Outline
You will have 1 hour to complete your song and 10 minutes to finish it up. You will then have an additional 10 minutes to upload your song. At 6 PST/9 EST you may begin your mixing, please have your files uploaded by 7:20 PST/10:20 EST.
Rules
You will have 1 hour to complete your song and 10 minutes to finish it up. You will then have an additional 10 minutes to upload your song. At 6 PST/9 EST you may begin your mixing, please have your files uploaded by 7:20 PST/10:20 EST. Join us for discussion on Discord!
Start: on 6/7/12
Deadline: on 6/7/12
Voting: on 6/14/12
Entries (27)
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Mount Olympus has fallen...or something.
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I gather here today to say my goodbyes to a known "Legend of Long."
The absolute death shall take him away to the ether, as I look into the skies, remembering the memories of him. He shall be missed.
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("...uhmm, he's still alive.")
The absolute death shall take him away to the ether, as I look into the skies, remembering the memories of him. He shall be missed.
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("...uhmm, he's still alive.")
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Yes.
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RIP Trololo Guy
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Song
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My song crashed in the middle of this so it's much less awesome than I envisioned it to be
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Your legendary friend has died heroically. It is up to you to avenge him.
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or something.
Was going to do dark but got distracted and made this
Was going to do dark but got distracted and made this
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Life, is a maze.
Lose all sense of bearing.
But, it's okay,
To be lost for a while.
Don't lose all faith.
The exit's round the corner.
And the walls are smiling.
Look back and laugh
At feeble irritation.
Now, you're out, You're free.
Blind in the mind,
Numbing all the thought away,
Life is a crime, to which We all must pay,
You'll find your way,
You'll find your way.
Lose all sense of bearing.
But, it's okay,
To be lost for a while.
Don't lose all faith.
The exit's round the corner.
And the walls are smiling.
Look back and laugh
At feeble irritation.
Now, you're out, You're free.
Blind in the mind,
Numbing all the thought away,
Life is a crime, to which We all must pay,
You'll find your way,
You'll find your way.
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we all knew he did it...but do we have a choice?
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When I die, I think I want over-the-top brass pads and a badly-played tin whistle to be played as I'm lowered into the ground.
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After all these legendary compo entries
this is how far I've come.
What the shit
this is how far I've come.
What the shit
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There should be a vocal track on top of this...
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You used to build up all my dreams,
Those bitter, broken, shattered things.
You took them, and made them wings,
So I could fly away, somewhere free.
You turned with a smile,
,said, "I'll be there in a short while,"
But you never were that good at telling lies.
I tried to hide my surprise,
But the tears flowed freely from my eyes.
The blade how it shone,
as it cleaved flesh from bone.
And now you never
Will come home.....
But, I will carry on.
This, sad, tired song.
I'm wicked, and depraved,
Why didn't some other soul be saved.
For I do not deserve this throne.
I took your banner, held it high,
To Let my hopes alight the sky.
So maybe, someday, when I finally die,
The stories will tell of how I shone.
Made this on my new mic... first time doing vocal recording in my room at tech school! (I apologize for the crappy quality on improv...)
Those bitter, broken, shattered things.
You took them, and made them wings,
So I could fly away, somewhere free.
You turned with a smile,
,said, "I'll be there in a short while,"
But you never were that good at telling lies.
I tried to hide my surprise,
But the tears flowed freely from my eyes.
The blade how it shone,
as it cleaved flesh from bone.
And now you never
Will come home.....
But, I will carry on.
This, sad, tired song.
I'm wicked, and depraved,
Why didn't some other soul be saved.
For I do not deserve this throne.
I took your banner, held it high,
To Let my hopes alight the sky.
So maybe, someday, when I finally die,
The stories will tell of how I shone.
Made this on my new mic... first time doing vocal recording in my room at tech school! (I apologize for the crappy quality on improv...)
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What it says.
R.I.P.
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R.I.P.
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AAAAAHHHHH
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I died
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I haven't quite been feeling right recently, like I've hit a creative block.
the thing is: I still have ideas, I just don't know what to do with them. :\
a lost groove, so to speak.
(BUT NOT DEAD)
the thing is: I still have ideas, I just don't know what to do with them. :\
a lost groove, so to speak.
(BUT NOT DEAD)
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Hero's live forever. Legends never die.
lolol i like quoting corny stuff
lolol i like quoting corny stuff
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Dreams are the stuff of legends.
Its time to end those legends, and those dreams kid.
Its time to end those legends, and those dreams kid.
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This song is dedicated to my own death because I decided to write this song rather than studying for finals. Enjoy!
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So, this has lyrics but I ran out of time so just imagine at the chorus me sing "DEEEATTTH OOOOOFFFF A LEEGEEENDDD!!!" Yeah, if there is a re-opening for late entries, I'll put the lyrics on this bitch, but if not...enjoy?
i put the chorus in
i put the chorus in
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not mah best...
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we sit back to remember an honored man
paved the road for countless others though his lifespan
his single lasting voice spoke throughout the ages
the legend grows forever, beyond the pages
we speak about the fall of a legend
leaving a footprint, an indelible imprint
of course we speak about the fall of a icon
one minute here, and in the next he is gone
we often take for granted what came before
all the talent, and the influence that opened the door
the endless line of people that walk his steps
they know enough to humble themselves in respect
paved the road for countless others though his lifespan
his single lasting voice spoke throughout the ages
the legend grows forever, beyond the pages
we speak about the fall of a legend
leaving a footprint, an indelible imprint
of course we speak about the fall of a icon
one minute here, and in the next he is gone
we often take for granted what came before
all the talent, and the influence that opened the door
the endless line of people that walk his steps
they know enough to humble themselves in respect
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Man, you guys make this look easy! Gotta keep practicing.
Thanks for listening!
Thanks for listening!
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...some cowboy died somewhere...his name was Smithy