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 copyright 2007