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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Week 8: The Hunter and Robby Show
This song is the theme song for a web based sitcom my roommate and I are planning on creating hopefully the first episode will be up a week from Monday, we are currently in production. And here is the theme song:
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Week 7
I am sorry if this song doesn't seem to have a lot of effort put into it. I almost didn't make it this week, been sick and busy. Lots of ideas bouncing around right now but this song wasn't really one of them. But here is what happened today:
Thanks for tuning in,
Robby
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Thanks for tuning in,
Robby
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Week 5
This song was a major collaborative effort I was at band practice and I started playing a riff and said lets write a song, and Jack and Brandt just started spitting out some lyrics; this is what happened:
Lyrics:
I sleep in boxcars to keep out of the rain
Got a fifth of whisky to wash away my pain
Don't know where I'm going, but I'll get there all the same
I'm a rambling man
Born in West Virginia, a town built on coal
The men went down the mines each day, and dug right through their souls
I haven't eaten, since yesterday at noon
I grabbed all I could hold and ran out of the saloon
My guitars my only friend and we howl at the moon
I'm a rambling man
Born in West Virginia, a town built on coal
I packed up all my things, and tied them to a pole
I wandered for years, with my things in a pack
I left my home town, and never looked back
They found my body, by the railroad track
I'm a rambling man
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Lyrics:
I sleep in boxcars to keep out of the rain
Got a fifth of whisky to wash away my pain
Don't know where I'm going, but I'll get there all the same
I'm a rambling man
Born in West Virginia, a town built on coal
The men went down the mines each day, and dug right through their souls
I haven't eaten, since yesterday at noon
I grabbed all I could hold and ran out of the saloon
My guitars my only friend and we howl at the moon
I'm a rambling man
Born in West Virginia, a town built on coal
I packed up all my things, and tied them to a pole
I wandered for years, with my things in a pack
I left my home town, and never looked back
They found my body, by the railroad track
I'm a rambling man
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