Neighbourhood VandalSo the original concept was thought of by another user, and I only found out about it Reddit, where said user received a bunch of shit regarding their mashup. Under the idea that the concept works, it was just his/her execution that needed reworking, I created this to stand behind that point.
Something About Plastic Love (Takeuchi x Daft Punk)Neighbourhood Vandal2018-06-17 | So the original concept was thought of by another user, and I only found out about it Reddit, where said user received a bunch of shit regarding their mashup. Under the idea that the concept works, it was just his/her execution that needed reworking, I created this to stand behind that point.
The night has arrived upon a lonesome Valentine, where we sleep to wine and rise & shine to turpentine. [poison]
Time passes by the years, the months, the days they weigh for hour on my mind. (On my mind)
Here we are again in a life oh so mundane. We try to numb the pain through lust and novacaine.
Maybe someday I can obtain the faith to learn to love again. (To love again).
All and all I never thought that we would have come this far.
All we've got from the start was an affair of the heart.
Hold me close, let me know that you'll always be right here.
Have no fear when I'm not near, you can find me among the stars.
Love's a game, we came to play knowing damn well we won't win.
Reciprocation, separation, we were both worn way too thin.
No regrets, for what we had was the purest form of love - the kind we both dream of - just tell me you remember what once was.MercyNeighbourhood Vandal2022-08-02 | Why do I search for Mercy in the eyes of a spiteful God? I'm against every odd,
I have lost the façade that I've laud while I'm left here the rot
Would it make me unworthy to want a taste of your warm embrace? My heart's been displaced,
Dine on wine through the night, turpentine by sunrise, time goes by,
the years, the months, the days, they weigh for hours on my mind.
Surrounded by heathens, confronted by demons the world I believed in has fallen apart Poisoning my air these unyielding nightmares but I'm never scared of the dark
I braved the weather, whenever, where ever, and I didn't give a damn about what it costed. I'd -
sacrifice whatever, from now until forever, but forever's too long
and I'm exhausted.
Todo lo que queda para calentarse es tu propio corazon. (All that's left to warm you is your own heart)
I have lost the façade that I've laud while I'm left here the rot
Would it make me unworthy to want a taste of your warm embrace? My heart's been displaced,
Dine on wine through the night, turpentine by sunrise, time goes by,
the years, the months, the days, they weigh for hours on my mind.
Surrounded by heathens, confronted by demons the world I believed in has fallen apart Poisoning my air these unyielding nightmares but I'm never scared of the dark
I braved the weather, whenever, where ever, and I didn't give a damn about what it costed. I'd -
sacrifice whatever, from now until forever ~ but forever's too long,
and I'm exhausted..."CanineNeighbourhood Vandal2022-01-21 | ...Hers - Breathing Easy (Karaoke Remake)Neighbourhood Vandal2021-12-24 | I remade an instrumental/karaoke version of one of my favourite songs since I couldn't find a decent pre-existing one. I wanted to cover this song myself, but I guess I'll just leave that to the rest of you.
Here's my rendition of Breathing Easy, from the late artists known as Her's.
"Once there were trees full of birds, Meadowlands vibrant with flowers; Carefree the songs our children once sang Gilding our minutes and hours. Clouds came and covered the sun, The breath of the baleful unease Turning to ashes flowers in their fields, Silenced the birds in their trees.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit, Imprisoned in twisting spells - Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?
Strive till the phantoms are broken, Fight till the battle is done; The squadrons of night can't conquer the day, Nor shadows extinguish the sun.
Stories of danger, fearless attack, Specters of plague and pain. All of these ghosts of our own delusions come back; And we'll be haunted again, haunted again.
For tho the storms are over and past, Tho the thunder's rage is quieted at last Well this nightmare's laid me down in the rags here to mourn, Here to mourn. The night has left us crippled with grief As we strive to keep alive our belief, But a loss so great, it clouds all our hopes for the dawn.
Hidden so deep in veils of deceit, Imprisoned in twisting spells - Are we the plaything of fiends, or merely the dreams That we're telling ourselves, telling ourselves?