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Dance with the Muse Static Method Download

Why not me Static Method Download This version was recorded on Tape 16, an app that forces me to practice… a LOT. It doesn’t let you edit your recording… it just emulates perfectly a 1980s reel to reel tape recorder. You really have to know what your arrangement is when you start and you commit to choices early. By contrast, I have an AI recorded version here. So it seems that the teams are all picked And I’m the last of the cans that you kicked But I can write a melody And I can strum three chords and sing in key So tell me why, why not me It’s funny that you say we’re alive And it’s sad cause you know it’s a lie Crazy how we tell ourselves a story about all our stupid why’s Well here’s one more, why not I Why is irrelevant, ask me Who and How Where is your reverence for the here and now Which room has The Elephant, who’s your sacred cow  How many pray for one day of your pain You say that the world is a mess But I betcha that you have to confess The one who quits before it’s through  Looks a little bit like you know who So tell me why, why not you But you just kept bitchin’ at the gig last night Crying cause it didn’t seem right You ask me why I don’t agree You got no pot to piss in cant you see Now we know why, why not we Why is irrelevant, ask me who and how Where is your reverence for the here and now Which room has The Elephant, who’s your sacred cow  How many pray for one day of your pain So when it seems that the teams are all picked And you’re the last of the cans that they kicked Go and write a melody  Strum your chords and sing that song in key Tell ‘em why, Wynonna why, why the hell not me

Why not me (AI Jazz) Static Method Download NOTE: This version is chock full of AI. If you want a human performance, try this version recorded on a reel-to-reel emulation that forced me to perform the song decently in a single take.

Brown and Blue Pearl Static Method Download NOTE: This was made with lots and lots of AI. If you want to hear the 100% human version of this song, check out my scratch version here.

Brown and Blue Pearl (scratch) Static Method Download Not a lick of AI in this version. 100% human… warts and all. But if you want to hear a pretty sweet AI version of this… check out this.

You Ain't Even Pancakes for Ingrates Download Warning: This song is chock-full of A.I. If you prefer to listen to a 100% genuine A.I. - Free version of this song, check this out instead. (but I think this version really bangs and I hope you give it a chance, too) You think you're a saintCause you're not a sinnerYou say you're a heroCause you ain't a villainYou think the way to be lovedIs to never be hatedYou say they can't kill or destroyWhat was never createdYou think that you're rightCause you avoid being wrongYou think you're in tuneCause you won't sing your songAnd you gotta be happy causeYou're never cryingYou say you're successfulCould it be you're not tryingBut I'm here to tell you thatYou ain't evenWhatever the hell yaNo doubt believe inYou can't hide or deny meCause I'll get evenYou can't be somethingIf you ain't nothingYou say you're a winnerTell me who have you lostYou claim to be wealthyBut never cover the costYou got all of the answers thatYou never questionYou’ve got impeccable tasteCould it be indigestionI'm here to tell you thatYou ain't evenWhatever the hell yaNo doubt believe inYou can't hide or deny meCause I'll get evenYou can't be somethin'If you ain't nothin'No, you can't be something without meWithout meEven as evilAs evil as I amYou, know that you wanna be somethingDon’t you wanna be something, somethingGive me a reasonTo give you a good goddamnYou're shining your virtueWhile hiding your viceFig leaves after feastingTell me who pays the priceYour candle of kindnessCould never burn meanBut it's casting a shadow on meUnseen

May the Music Never End Static Method Download May you feel the joy of Christmas time May you know the love of friends May the angels sing your song sublime May the music never end May the last be first on Christmas Day  May the lost, at last, be found May the silent souls with much to say Freely make their joyous sound Awake the dying ember As autumn falls to its surrender Sing those songs so we remember the miracle arriving each December Hail the guiding star that wise men love Bring your gifts to share Tremble neath the holy host above  Make the voyage if you dare

Not Far Enough Static Method Download

Against the Wind Static Method Download

Prove Me Wrong Static Method You couldn’t give a reasonWhy Eden came to fallYou said overthrow the AbelForget about Cain’s FlawNow snakes on bellies crawlAlong the garden wallProve me wrong You had to have it your wayOr there’s no way at allHad to have the last wordInscribed upon the hullBut I’m not goneStill marching onProve me wrong Must feel good to win the fightMust feel so damn good to know you’re rightMust feel like a god to watch me caveSee so many happy as they dance upon my graveThey can finally breathe, a cleansing sighBut are certain you got the right guy?You’ll not exhaustThe endless costProve we lost How long have you ponderedThe source of your beliefIs it faith or is it reasonOr just a message on repeatRepeating on and onAnd on and onProve me wrong

You Ain't Even Pancakes for Ingrates Download 100% certified A.I. Free. But if you want to hear a much better version of this song (in my opinion) that is packed to the gills with A.I. enjoy this other version instead! You think you’re a saintCuz you’re not a sinnerYou say you’re a heroCuz you aint a villainYou think the way to be lovedIs to never be hatedYou say they can never kill or destroyWhat was never created And you think that you’re rightCuz you avoid being wrongYou think you’re in tuneCuz you won’t sing your songAnd you gotta be happyCuz you’re never cryingYou seem so successfulCould it be you’re not trying Cuz I’m here to tell ‘ya that you ain’t evenWhatever the hell ‘ya no doubt believe inYou can’t hide or deny me cuz I’ll get evenYou can’t be somethin’ if you ain’t nothin’ You say you’re a winnerBut tell me who have you lostYou claim to be wealthyBut never cover the costYou got all of the answersThat you never questionYou got impeccable tasteOr could it be indigestion Yeah I’m here to tell ‘ya that you ain’t evenWhatever the hell ‘ya no doubt believe inYou can’t hide or deny me cuz I’ll get evenYou can’t be somethin’ if you ain’t nothin’ No you can’t be somethin’ without me, without meEven as evil, as evil as I am (just about as evil as you could be)You know that you wanna be something, dontcha wanna be somethin’So give me a reason to give you a good god damn You’re shining your virtueBy hiding your viceFig leaves after feastingTell me who pays the priceYour candle of kindnessCould never burn meanBut it’s casting a shadow on me, unseen

No Greater Love Pancakes for Ingrates Download Is it an Easter song? Let’s hope so.

Saint Alfonzo's Revenge Pancakes for Ingrates Download St. Alfonzo’s RevengeWho can take a misty raindrop Shovel in some bovine stool Tickle-me chords on the piano Blow it out yer didgeridoo Accidentally occidental Can ya cover up the king of the jews  Please! Welcome to pancakes for the ingrates Would you lend me your attention Divide it into left and right Did you think this would last forever It will if we just keep up the fight Fry ‘em up in every color,  Of beige and pink and white  Yum! All shades of pancakes for the ingrates And the people cried  Hold me hold me rock me till sun rise  Rock me till supper even Nothing to see go back home  Go home! See me, love me, save me, lookit I’m dyin’ here  I’m DYYYYYYYIN’! Join them singing Show me show me  Know me know me  Hold me in your gaze Scold me scold me Told me told me We’re the only way Where are all my friends and family Little sister done chased ‘em away Wasn’t it s’posed to be big brother  Little sister blew big brother away Oh wow  ain’t that a bitch Why Yessir she certainly is Still this guy’s got pancakes for the ingrates A nameless tree grows in the desert Nary a soul in sight Pray for rain, pray for rainbows The storm is passing over tonight Mangos kiwis bananas, sing it till ya get it tight  Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi Roll up those pancakes with the ingrates  And the people sang  Hallelujah, Hare Krishna  Krishna Rama baby Holy Holy Holy Holy Shit Holy mother f*****g shit! All is sacred, all is sleazy it’s just that easy     Sleazy pleazey Show me show me , know me know me  Hold me in your gaze Scold me scold me, ya told me told me We’re the only way And then, just when all hope was lost, a parade of monks arrived Heralding a brand new day Turning our pills into skills, and our pancakes into panache Placentae ad ingrati   Placentas ingrati Amantes sunt amentes    Lovers are crazy Lovers are lunatics Some folks don’t know how good they got it Surely you don’t mean me Sold their oranges for sleazy pancakes Origins in the olfactory  Ten thousand hours of ther’py In a single night of cakes and syr’py Three cheers for pancakes and the ingrates Hip Hip Hooray hooray hooray Hip hip hooray hooray hooray Hip hip hooray hooray hooray No Thanks for the Cakes!

Jozegaim Static Method Download

Saint Alfonzo's Revenge Pancakes for Ingrates Download St. Alfonzo’s RevengeWho can take a misty raindrop Shovel in some bovine stool Tickle-me chords on the piano Blow it out yer didgeridoo Accidentally occidental Can ya cover up the king of the jews  Please! Welcome to pancakes for the ingrates Would you lend me your attention Divide it into left and right Did you think this would last forever It will if we just keep up the fight Fry ‘em up in every color,  Of beige and pink and white  Yum! All shades of pancakes for the ingrates And the people cried  Hold me hold me rock me till sun rise  Rock me till supper even Lookit here folks nothing to see go back home  Go home! See me, love me, save me, lookit I’m dyin’ here  I’m DYYYYYYYIN’! Join them singing Show me show me  Know me know me  Hold me in your gaze Scold me scold me Told me told me Thou wert the only way Where are all my friends and family Little sister done chased ‘em away Whun it ‘posed to be big bruddha  Little sister blew big brother away Oh wow  ain’t that a bitch sir Why Yessir she certainly is Still this guy’s got pancakes for the ingrates A nameless tree grows in the desert Nary a soul in sight Pray for rain, pray for rainbows The storm is passing over tonight Mangos kiwis bananas, sing it till ya get it tight  Kiwi, kiwi, kiwi Roll up those pancakes with the ingrates  And the people sang  Hallelujah, Hare Krishna  Krishna Rama baby Holy Holy Holy Holy Shit Holy mother f*****g shit! All is sacred, all is sleazy it’s just that easy     Sleazy pleazey Show me show me , know me know me  Hold me in your gaze Scold me scold me, ya told me told me Thou wert the only way And then, just when all hope was lost, a parade of monks arrived Heralding a brand new day Turning our pills into skills, and our pancakes into panache Placentae ad ingrati   Placentas ingrati Amantes sunt amentes    Lovers are crazy Lovers are lunatics Some folks don’t know how good they got it Surely you don’t mean me Sold their oranges for sleazy pancakes Sniffed ‘em in our olfactory  Ten thousand hours of ther’py In a single night of cakes and syr’py Three cheers for pancakes and the ingrates Hip Hip Hooray hooray hooray Hip hip hooray hooray hooray No Thanks for the Cakes!