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XP/98 remix

ok what the fuck

It sounds like some digital boss theme

I had to draw this.

Watch ""A Lot Like Me" from The Magician's Elephant | RSC's new musical first listen" on YouTube

WHAT-IS-THAT-MELODY!!!!??😍

ok, now i need an episode in season 3 that is kind of like a musical, or a Wylan VS Darkling singing competition

whoa! anyone else get the "click for bells" button on their dash just now? I found something really cool that happens if you click it and type in this code:

1242665

124255432

234245321154

1242665

124283432

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try it out for yourself!

i put “All I Want for Christmas is You” through a MIDI converter, and then back through an mp3 converter

the result is this garbage

I’m driving myself up the wall because I swear I can hear the vocal line but I don’t know how that could be if it was truly converted to MIDI. Unless you can replicate speech sounds entirely with modulated MIDI notes, in which case I’m actually impressed with this tire fire of an MP3.

the holiday season is almost upon us and I’d like to bring back this absolute fucking monstrosity of an audio file

[video by tommcgovern27. original caption: this one's going out to anyone living in a studio apartment rn]

haha pretty cool song shame it doesn't have a keyboard solo that fucks super har-

thank you for showing this to me, famous youtuber and comedy icon TomSka

If you like the wellerman, try on this classic

this is a pathologic ass song 

The Chemical Worker’s Song. Not far off our current days’ wage slave experience. I’m telling you, you need Union Songs.

Sailors aboard a ship used to hum to warn the captain they were THIS close to a mutiny and didn’t like conditions AT ALL. Because humming was something others could keep doing when you stopped. Anyone comes close you stop, but the hum of the rest keeps on and they can’t prove who, exactly, is doing it.

Just saying.

Sea shanties are a gateway drug to work/labour songs of all kinds, labour songs always end up including union songs, and that’s how you end up extremely hardcore for organised labour.

And if people want more information, this particular song is called “The Chemical Worker’s Song (Process Man)”, written by the Canadian folk group Great Big Sea.

Sea shanties and labour songs are an active tradition! Are you pissed? Sing about it.

The Chemical Worker’s Song is iconic (and in fact a longtime staple of UK LARP filk!) but while Great Big Sea did a cover of it, it was in fact written by Ron Angel in the UK, in 1964. Originally called the ICI Song, it referred to the grim working conditions in an Imperial Chemical Industries factory in north-east England. 

The lighting in this video takes it from great to awesome.

I have officially concluded that this woman is a siren. My evidence:

1) Outstanding vocal ability no mere mortal could hope to achieve 2) Haunting lyrics that speak to deep and depressing truths of the world 3) No way to prove she has legs 4) I feel so enchanted listening to her sing that I’d probably let her drown me

Here’s a full version of The Chemical Worker’s Song, for anyone who’s curious

🎃 an ode to my horror mutuals 🎃

ADHD - "Under The Sea" Parody

This was so hilarious, go watch it.

Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,

She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,

Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,

Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,

And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,

Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,

Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]

HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT

I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:

Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt

@billpottsismygf’s extended version. A beautiful singing voice 🎶☺️

As planned I’ve extended this even further and re-recorded it with the new lyrics and a guitar part; it’s also a bit better quality. It’s so cool that so many different versions of this song have sprung up already! I recommend having a scroll through them all on @jus-tea​​‘s tumblr.

(Em)Daddy’s at the (B7)food store, (Em)Mummy’s out of (B7)town, She’s (Em)working at the (B7)hospital since (Em)Rhona (B7)came to (Em)town, (Am)Hide away, hide away, Miss (Em)Rhona’s come to town, (Am)Hide away, (Em)hide away, she’s come to (B7)take us (Em)down.

Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep six feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her one today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.

I’m missing all my friends, though we keep in touch by phone, I’m learning what it is to truly be alone, Hide away, hide away, even though you moan, Hide away, hide away, or we’ll be lying prone.

My love she says she misses the twinkle of my eyes, But Rhona stalks the streets and to meet would be unwise, Hide away, hide away, we hear the desperate cries, Hide away, hide away, or see the bodies rise.

I feel myself a-coughin’, I haven’t got a mask, It’s work or die for me, though, so who am I to ask, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s on the task, Hide away, hide away, she’s come for me at last.

I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days, And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.

The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt, We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s quite the flirt, Hide away, hide away, her touch is not inert.

Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts, Hide away, hide away, or six feet will be dirt.

Damn. I am speachless.

This is no longer a children’s tune. It’s a bards ballad.

This is HAUNTING.

sometimes a song overall is mediocre but theres like one brief portion of it that u wish you could steal with the photoshop eyedropper tool and expand into a full song of its own

I didn’t realize other people felt this specific mood