Roman + iPhone

Last week, I did a project on the influences of the Roman Empire and how it is seen today. So for that, I drew a cartoon. The title is self-explanatory.

MoneyMoneyMoney

So I'm thinking of getting a microphone. But apparently, to get an okayish mic with an external soundcard to connect it to a computer costs...$200.
As of this writing, I have $36.
I have to raise $164
Woo.
I can:
-Wait 8 weeks at minimum and save. Not happening.
-Negotiate a higher allowance. Yeah, right.
-Grab a loan from my parents. Am I kidding?
-Do odd jobs. Okay, but probably not fun.
-Somehow get my engineering ideas on my other blog to people that can turn it to reality and shower me in the green. I'm daydreaming now.
Any other ideas? Any jobs in the Greater Boston area? Any people that could turn my ideas on my other blog into cash? (STOP DAYDREAMING AJEY!!!!!) Please comment!

Update: I'm getting a new mic for Christmas!

Flight

Super morbid song. It's all about death, war and dreams.


(Sparse, quiet electronic loop only, echo-y voice)
I live without the strife
Above the fear and the lies
But the goal of life
Is how I wish I could fly

My dreams tell all I know
They are the star of the show
And they say I must go 
To where the birds may roam

(Chorus)
(Simple Bass, Piano - ditch echo for chorus)
Ooh, Oh I wish I could Fly
Ooh, Oh I wish I could fly
Ooh, I will do or I'll die...
...Oh, I wish I could fly

(Back to sparse loop & echoes)
The feds have sent me a call
A war is on, they want all
I'll walk myself down the hall
Yet I feel it's my fall

I'm looking out in the dawn
I'm in a jet with a bomb
To kill a man for his wrongs
And leave his family to long...

(Chorus)
(Back to Simple Bass/Piano)

(Violin Solo w/ bass & piano)

(Add Violin in background)
My plane is hit, I'm going down
Oh, I won't see again my town
I feel the sweat on my crown
I never thought I'd die now.......(stop background - only sparse piano chords)

(Final Chorus)
No, Now I never will fly
No, Now I never will fly
No, The war has killed me 'fore I tried
I have not done but I have died (piano chord for last note)


So yeah...Morbid.
This is only my second song...so...yeah...

Look

Here's a song I wrote up a while ago. It was my first (I've written 3), and kinda is a raise-awareness-for bullying thingy.
Here goes nothing:

(rapper) Look, Look, Look at he,

Fighting the bullies he can't be,

Trapped in a world I'd rather not see,

Does anyone care? Is it just me?

Look, Look, Look online,

It's ruthless gossip without any shine,

It's sick how they post that he has no spine.

But if I speak up, I'LL be on the line.

(singer) Someone help me...I think I'm falling,

Dose someone care for me?...Oh please I'm calling.

Can anyone see? Right no I'm thinking,

I'm losing myself...

(rapper) Look, Look, Look over there,

They're beating him senseless, all they can dare,

He's lost all he has, no dignity to spare,

I'd go over to stop, but why would they care?

Look, Look, Look at his pain,

They call him retard, call him gay,

I've had it with them, THEY WILL PAY!

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'LL HAVE MY SAY!

(singer) No one will save me...I know I'm falling.

No one cares for me, I'm no longer calling.

No one can see, right now I'm thinking

I've had enough of myself... (piano riff)

(rapper) (slower) Look, Look, Look, at the ground,

He hung himself with a cord wrapped 'round.

His joy had been stolen and never was found.

We're all responsible, so don't make a sound.