Thanks to everybody who has left me such kind and encouraging words in the week since I started posting videos. I wanted to use this vid as a response to the three videos that directly inspired it, but you can only attach it to one I guess.

The "words over words" picture style is from pennilesscripple.
path-ology - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H21EFCPIMKA

Its not a rap, but as close as I could get. The song style was inspired by zzz's White Men Can't Jump - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E5HOi-H1AI

All the papers I held and the entire third verse are in reference to superfrodies laid back response to haters, or fakers as it was in this case.
To: fake zzz33333 - GET ON THE BUS! - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ru-izWDH70c

I kept a "one-take" mentality through this whole thing. Not that these are first takes, but that I did the whole thing from start to finish with no punch-ins or edits. So it took a ton of takes for each part. Four tracks of singing and guitar, uninterupted runs of lipsyncing/sign holding. All over and over until I got one take of each that didn't annoy me with too many mistakes.

Still there are plenty of errors if you keep an eye/ear out. zzz's sign is sideways being a big one, but I reckon he's used to looking at things differently so I didn't redo it again.

Ready to try it on your own? I didn't use any software that isn't also available for free/demo, except I did some of the text with the free watered-down software that came with my video camera. Movie Maker can do that almost as well though, a Mac can probably do even better.

If you have any questions though just let me know. Short on sleep from working on this so I'm crashing now. G'night.


party at my house/badada
advicetomyclones

you clock out of your job, and then you clock out of your building
you clock out of the parking lot into the streets we're filling
you clock out on the day so you can clock into the night
cause its only a matter of hours until you clock out on your life

you pull up to the house and there's cars around the block
the crowd's already rolling and the music starts to rock
the girls dance like lunatics, the guys are dancing sticks
and everybody is watching to see how everybody ticks

cause everybody's scheming, and everybody's right
and everybody's Leonard Cohen's best friend or his wife
everybody's ready, and everybody's down
and everybody's yelling with the rhythm of the crowd


now some are out for mating, and some are out for practice
some are out for a summer outing exactly like the last one
some are out for scenery, and some are out for good
and some are out for being free and some are out for blood

now you don't like the violence, cause you don't like the mess
cause you don't like simple answers to every single test
you don't know how to throw a punch, you don't know how to fight
but you've been drinking your friends, and drinking all night

and the racket gets you humming, that fury gets it strumming
three chords and a fourth for the hook that's surely coming
oh shout out every note, come on and storm this stage
you could grab this microphone and channel all your rage


now i love the quiet ones, the wallflowers and the nerds
the ones that have so much to say, but don't want to be heard
it doesn't matter if they're laughing, it doesn't matter what they said
do you want to come out and play, or are you waiting til you're dead

I can't sing nostalgia, and i can't sing the blues
and I can't play guitar, and I can't carry a tune
one day i'll be a sellout, yeah one day i might do well
but if this song is in a commercial never buy what they wanna sell

now you can call me a hypocrite, a liar and a fool
cause half of that is honest and the other half is true
i sure know I'll never be as good as anybody else
cause every word that i am howling, i'm howling at myself

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