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The Forest

Posted by in My Music on May 3rd, 2011 | 2 comments

So I was busy studying, and I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, this ridiculous idea of tap dancing in a song, with a fake forest behind me. So I took a break (one which resulted in me not getting back to studying) and came up with the following madness:

Can I make 5,000 songs? + BUTCHER

Posted by in My Music on May 3rd, 2011 | 0 comments

So I’ve been doing some music lately (aside from taking my final exams, writing my MSc dissertation, working a lot, and going for walks around the beach now that the weather is warm), and some interesting music has been produced.

I’ve also set myself the goal of making 5,000 songs/videos for my youtube channel in my life. Hopefully it will be achievable. Check out my song “Butcher” below:

My latest music

Posted by in lemiffe, Music, My Music on Feb 26th, 2011 | 0 comments

I’ve been taking a break from blogging these past few months. But not from music ;) Check out my latest videos…

Hora de Ir: A song in DADGAD tuning.

The answer to this time: An improvisation in DADGAD tuning.

To reach out: A “more proper” song, also in DADGAD tuning… man, I’m loving that tuning.

I had a home in Monterrey

Posted by in My Music on Oct 24th, 2010 | 0 comments

Holder of the end

Posted by in lemiffe, My Music on Jul 31st, 2010 | 2 comments

My latest song called “Holder of the end”. I got the idea after reading someone in Google Buzz talk about a wikipedia article (which is flagged for deletion) that talks about strange things involving mental hospitals.

Lyrics:

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself “The Holder of the End”. Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP —

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