Classy yet uh, modern

A crow on a branch overlooking the trees
Its back turned away, feathers ruffled in the breeze
The night starts to cover up the blue tints in the sky
With neverending grey clouds passing by

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featuring a squeaky door and crappy sound quality

i guess its probably about loneliness or something

Buhgawk - Just reuploaded, left a hipass filter toggled on the whole time on a drum bit.

MEH

Because drugs are slightly bad for you

Caw was name,
He hung out with crows,
he loved his cocaine,
and filled up his nose,

They gathered around him,
They came from the air,
and soon did surround them,
so they could all share,

for that crowcane,
straight to the brain,
flickity flock,
absolutely insane.

Where the flights roost. Forgive the bad limiting

This track was written as a response to Rage Against the Machine's Parade of Bulls. After the battle, when the dead and dying lie in ditches and gutters, comes the peace, and a time to look inside oneself.

So I saw the picture of the crow, and wrote down the first rhythm that came to mind, and built from there.

Majestic creatures, they remind me a bit of you, proud, smart, and sometimes arrogant.