Anubis Unit - Sharpshooter

This one's actually something of a bone of contention. It's hard to actually describe and my singing style may not be suited to it, but I happen to really like this song personally. The riffs are very Ramones and it tells a story, y'know?

Anyway expect me to actually post more Anubis Unit stuff here, if for no other reason than it gives me impetus to do the a capellas and post 'em up as well.

Expect new material comin' out this Sunday, so long as none of us are sick off our asses. :/

Sharpshooter

(Intro)

Oh well a-bo-out nine to five
I didn't know if she was dead or alive
"Hey baby, let's go out and dance
Hey babe, he got you in a trance!"

Oh well I'm 'bo-out to shoot the moon
Didn't care if she was (al)ready alone
"Hey baby, it's 'bout time to dance
But beware, sharpshooter, will shoot you again!"

(transition riff)

We're goin' 'bo-out ninety-five
I couldn't tell if she was ready alive
"Hey baby, well don't you know?
Hey babe, we're in a horrorshow..."

We're both a-goin' straight off the top
Off the road and now we're startin' to drop
"Hey baby, let's do it again
But beware, sharpshooter, gets you in the end."

(transition riff)

(chorus)
Oh well I can't help ya
You'll try it again
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

You can try to fake it
And I understand
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

(bridge)

(transition riff)

Goin' 'ro-ound that nine to five
Well, I forgot if she was dead or alive
"Hey baby, I'm sorry to say
Hey babe, I got you all the way."

And now I'm 'bo-out to shoot that loon
Even though it's walkin' to my doom
"Hey baby, it's 'bout time to dance
But beware, sharpshooter, will get ya again"

(transition riff)

Well I can't take it
I just can't dance
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will get you again

Well you can't fake it
You don't understand
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will shoot ya again

Well I can't help it
It's in my glands
But beware
Sharpshooter
Will get you in the end

ANUBIS UNIT ACROSS THE BOOOOARD!

All over my blogs.

HEY, do youuuuuu like punk vocals with metal sensibilities? Well, my voice sucks balls on this copy (I sound waaaaay cooler over an amp), but hey - this at least gets across the songs that are in my head when I'm writing lyrics.

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Avocado


Steak and Eggs (The Warmup Song)


If you've already seen this at one of my other blogs, then by all means go ahead, give it another listen to, and spread it around to your own blogs, friends, lovers, loved ones, friends and family who ARE lovers and loved ones, and loved ones who are friendly family.

Next Sunday we'll begin recording (with a camera) our practice sessions, give you inside glimpses into our creative process (including drama, catfights, and me flailing my arms like an idiot in order to translate the sounds in my head into their instruments) as well as to let y'all be amongst the first people to hear certain songs of ours before we ever get them professionally done.

For what it's worth, they actually sound, y'know, GOOD outside of the lyrics. Gotta prove ourselves in this bidness, right?

Right.

A Feel Good Punk Song

Project: No Rhymes, "A Night of Complete Horrorshow"

You cannot prove that you are real
You can't know just what I feel
You lack definite perspective
Go ahead and define the prescription

(drop an octave)
It's economical
It's all political
The truth that they try to hide
The shackles are in your mind

You forget your bravery
You forget you're the missing link
Nevermind their messages
Just stayed glued to your televisions

(chorus)

All your favorite tunes
All your favorite shows
Mass produced fashions
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MEDIA SHIIIIIILLS

All your favorite songs
All your faved beliefs
Mass produced fascism
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MORAL WATCHDOOOOGS

(bridge)

You disapprove of reality
You plug up your ears and scream
Logic and reason mean nothing
You'd rather be safe in your beliefs

(drop an octave)
Comfort and safety in your dreams
All is not as what it seems
Vapid attention is what you seek
Your mistakes your children will have to reap

You cannot prove that you are real
You can't know just what I feel
You lack definite perspective
Go ahead and define the prescription

(chorus)

All your favorite tunes
All your favorite shows
Mass produced fashions
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MEDIA SHIIIIIILLS

All your favorite songs
All your faved beliefs
Mass produced fascism
Acceptable by the

CORPORATE MORAL WATCHDOOOOGS