Basically, these will be written parodies based of of other songs. The won't be those generic ones either, they will convey the same message the original evoked. If you want to submit one, PM me it. And if you want to suggest a band for more articles, post a comment. (P.S. "Fire Came Out of a Monkeys Head" is already taken.) Also, if you actually like any of these and feel the spontaneous urge to make a video or record the vocals, feel free as long as you properly cite me in. More will be released... don't forget to diamond, favorite, and subscribe if you like this!

On Inspiration Hill (On Melancholy Hill)

Up on Inspiration Hill
There's single tree
No one's here with me
Just don't know what to make
Or what to be

When your out of ideas
Better come towards me
So lets look at this tree
'Cause your my inspiration
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

So lets make some submarines
Or the whole wide globe
Who cares what we make?
They're opinions don't make
Our self-esteem

Just don't know what to make
Or what to be

Up on Inspiration Hill
Sits you and me
Just forgetting what others say
When you're close to me
When you're close to me

When we stare at the tree

Click to reveal

Superfast Textures (Superfast Jellyfish)

This morning you've got time for a hot, home-cooked squid feast
Delicious and piping hot in only three Minecraft minutes.

Yo, pretty chests of shaded delights
Look, it comes with a hoe hehe, I like that.
I wanna number four, a number six, and throw in a shaded steak
Just enjoy the gritty crunch effect, it looks just like chicken.
Makers of many 8-bit sizes
Man, are you freakin' blind? That's stone.
All mixed in the stove for Steve's homemade from scratch, well, not quite.
Toasted in flames, won't be tasting quite right.

All hail King Jans and his code writers
No model thing to hard for his texture-makers
Don't waste time on our network, our net worth is set ready, go.
Many hate others, but
We be the codors of the bad and the twisted
We be mad, we be brickit with the twenty four hour shift
Shower my habits while you play like rabbits
With the crunchy, crunchy carrots (that's chicken)
Gotta make it superfast!

(A whole update you got time for!)

Superfast superfast, seems pretty bad, but just in time for updates
Keep it through, keep it through, forever blue
Tonight's we are up for?
Diamonds I code your f.u.n diamonds
The game is radioactive
The game is radioactive

All hail King Jans and his code writers
No model thing to hard for his texture-makers
Don't waste time on our network, our net worth is set ready, go.
Many hate others, but
We be the codors of the bad and the twisted
We be mad, we be brickit with the twenty four hour shift
Shower my habits while you play like rabbits
With the crunchy, crunchy carrots (that's chicken)
Gotta make it superfast!

Superfast superfast, seems pretty bad, but just in time for updates
Keep it through, keep it through, forever blue
Tonight's we are up for?
Diamonds I code your f.u.n diamonds
The game is radioactive
The game is radioactive

Superfast Textures
Superfast Textures
Superfast Textures (Don't have time!)
Superfast Textures
Superfast Textures

Infdev-1.7.4 (19-2000)

The games is updating too fast,
And I'm making 1,8 skins
To keep myself trending
In these days I'd hate to lose.
My concience said to slow down,
I must think of all of those
Old and weathered saves
That still put me in a happy mood
Keepin' my groove on

[Chorus]
Here you go!
Get the cool,
Get the cool shoeshine
Get the cool,
Get the cool textures
Get the cool,
Get the cool textures
Get the cool,
Get the cool textures

There used to be no jungle
And my pig didn't have a tail
Caught up in the update
Like when Steve's arms used to flail
And with 1.8's evaluation
Then we've got something to lose,
Please repeat the message,
"There's only one stone to choose!"
Keepin' my groove on...

Bring it back now, it comin' back in!

[Chorus: x2]

Jens Bergensten (Dirty Harry)

I need a bow to keep myself from those
Poor people, all lost with no goal
But they've lost their chance
They ain't comin' back
I need a bow
'Cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is dance

I need a bow to keep myself from those
Poor people, all lost with no goal
But they've lost their chance
They ain't comin' back
I need a bow
'Cause all I do is dance
'Cause all I do is dance

In my backpack
I got half a stack
In case this place is quite difficult
And you are losin'
With this your unconvinced
Some are livin' and working like me, moi

I'm a free-loving decoy
Ready for habilitation
I change the whole occasion for a pine tree chopped over
Repulsive builds roam, why I wonder
Morals given to me are
Fight and when in danger with lightning fast mouse clicks
On stalwart alert from the butt-hurt
Their numbers are limitless with no dropping measure
Seems like everybody's out to best ya
'Til they see you break
They can't conceal the hate that involves you
They're the reason why I flipped my soosa

Chill with your old blade at the hilt
I got to 90 days legit
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a lake
Mine's from a stream
At night I hear the calls
Ring so I ain't no sleeper
The cost of life,
It seems to get cheaper
Out in the server
With my diamond armor
The war ain't over
So said the speaker with the dynmap on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance

Dance, dance, dance

I need a bow to keep myself from those

Server Inc. (Feel Good Inc.

They all just don't understand
You've lost almost all your pride
It is pinging, falling down

Join forever, it is free
But sadly it's just you and me Server, server full of land
Is anybody in?

I've amassed these guy's cash, no regrets
Lining them up like a mess
Swords, ponies, cost a lot
Don't forget to make a plot

Which, I'm looking in this computer here
(Here)
Ain't no money in your account here