Shael Riley Music Ruined Video Games
[From Shael: Don't bounce your head. Stay perfectly
still.]
Jack Thompson, Jack Thompson, what do you do
When your constituency starts to criticize you?
You better give up hot coffee,
Start drinking hot tea,
'Cause playing Bubble Bobble
Made a murderer out of me.
Yeah, I dropped out of college;
I dropped out of church,
interacial gay married,
And sent war funding to Pirth.
So let your feet
Drop
In your mighty golashes
And when we stop by the deli,
We gonna pick up some noshes now.
Turn it down, down.
I love all your records.
Work it out.
Music ruined video games.
Sequencers seeking financial backers,
Arrangers,
MIDI rippers and trackers.
Must read music; can't know just tabs.
Drum loops good enough for the pros can't be bad
Unless they're in a remix:
They'll get quick nixed.
Good for the clubs but not for VGMix.
(Breakin' out was the name of the game
for me. Oops, oops, oops and oops.)
Have you ever been gettin' up to go to bed, when your
AIM opens up like "bleep"?
And your buddy says "Hey! You gotta hear my WIP,"
But you're like "Man, I was going to sleep!"
So you wake up and send isn't finished yet,
And you think it's gonna take all day.
And that is when it occurs to you:
Your old man's on a 56k! (Man.)
Turn it down, down.
I love all your records.
Work it out.
Music ruined video games.
Turn it down, down.
I can't stand the volume.
Work it out.
Music ruined video games.
