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     <i>SolusLunes:</i> ([Newgrounds description](https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/67583))
     Ambient, menu type music. Slow and calm. Good stuff. Fifen it. Should loop, too.
 ---
-Track: Falling for Ghosts
-Artists:
-- Unknown Artist
-- Scott Stutzman
-Duration: 4:49
-URLs:
-- https://soundcloud.com/scott_stutzman/falling-for-ghosts
-# Sampled Tracks:
-# - the original falling for ghosts mix i suppose
-Lyrics: |-
-    I reach out my hand
-    This is not what I planned to be
-    You're standing so close
-    But you're far away from me
-
-    And I wanted you to know
-    I wanted you to see
-    That everywhere I go
-    You're still here with me
-
-    Here I go falling for ghosts again
-    Letting your words slip under my skin
-    Living in a dream with my fantasies
-    Lingering feelings come alive inside of me
-
-    I'm reaching out my hands
-    And I'm grasping air suddenly
-    I should have realized
-    I trusted you so stupidly
-
-    And I wanted you to know
-    Yeah I wanted you to hear
-    That everywhere I go
-    Your voice never disappears
-
-    Here I go falling for ghosts again
-    Letting your words slip under my skin
-    Living in a dream with my fantasies
-    Lingering feelings come alive inside of me
-
-    BOO, BOO, here come de ghost
-    I'm de voodoo priest from de skeleton coast
-    Trick-or-treat, trick-or-treat, you'll be stomping your feet
-    'Cause I'm sugarcane sweet with a Kingston beat
-
-    WHOA-OA-OA-OA watch out, here come de ghoul
-    I be spittin' out rhyme while you playing de fool
-    I'm a treetop monsta, dat dance all rasta
-    Going back to de island for de sticky-sweet ganja
-
-    And it's the dream that keeps you from slipping away
-    No matter how many times you choose not to stay
-    You'll always be with me
-    You'll always be with me
-
-    I reach out my hand
-    This is not how I planned to be
-    You're standing so close
-    But you're far away from me
-
-    You're standing so close
-    But you're far away from me
-    So far away from me
-    So far away from me
-    So far away from me
-Commentary: |-
-    <i>Michael Guy Bowman:</i> (Stutzman scholar)
-    Because he is far too much of a threat to national security to be allowed to start his own Tumblr, I feel obligated to tell you about this masterpiece by my old pal Scott Stutzman.
-
-    For the final project of Scott's music production class, he and his classmates were roped into recording and producing a song from start to finish. For whatever reason it was decided that it would be a collaboration between the whole class and everyone would turn in their own mix. The professor decided to allow the class to decide as a group what the genre would be and whose song they would use.
-
-    Despite the entire class consisting of guys who play guitar, no one had the guts to suggest a genre offhand. The biggest slacker of them all, a white kid with dreadlocks who had missed half the classes, half-heartedly suggested reggae, an offer which the teacher accepted.
-
-    The teacher asked for people to volunteer their songs. Again, no one was ballsy enough to speak up - Scott was one of the few who had written a song from time to time, but since his usual faire is stuff about death, loss of innocence, and [[track:fruity-pebbles-jingle|Fruity Pebbles]], he thought maybe it was best to abstain from this poll. Songwriting duties were given to a black-haired faux-goth at the back of the room who claimed to have written "a lot of songs" but that they were all "just lyrics" and no music.
-
-    This should have been a red flag to the earnest professor, who spent the next couple of days matching her "song" to music. The entire class found itself sitting in on the extra-spooky recording sessions for her love song to the undead titled "Falling for Ghosts" in what was the invention of the new genre Emo Reggae.
-
-    On the last day of class, everyone showed up with a CD containing their own personal mix of the song. It must have been monotonous sitting there hearing "Falling for Ghosts" over and over with little-to-no variation between versions... except of course for this one with some SCARETACULAR additional material which Scott decided to record and add in at the last second.
-
-    TL;DR when you get to the 3 minute mark, everything will suddenly make sense.
-
-    <i>Scott Stutzman:</i>
-    I did a mix of a classmate's song as a school project. (I added a little somethin' to the middle. I don't think she liked it.)
----
 Track: Fallshore City Day Beta
 Artists:
 - Pascal van den Bos
@@ -940,106 +856,6 @@ Lyrics: |-
     friend inside me
     friend inside me
 ---
-Track: Fruity Pebbles Jingle
-Artists:
-- Scott Stutzman
-Duration: 5:55
-URLs:
-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apVOS4CJIls
-Lyrics: |-
-    (Uh... Scott Stutzman... [pronounced 'Stootzman'])
-    (It's pronounced 'Thompson'. Scott Thompson. No it's Stutzman.)
-    (Okay. Stutzman. Not Stootzman but Stutzman. Okay.) (Stutzman. Stutzman. Stutzman.)
-    (And, uh, he's our- my Songwriting 2 student from, uh, Spring Creek, and he's gonna play a little band, uh, ukulele, and...)
-    (It feels perfect. Thank you.)
-    (Does that sound good?) (Of course it sounds good.)
-    (I don't know Scott's song title, you'll have to tell them.) (Oh, okay, well this uh, has a little bit of a story attached. Uh one of my favorite breakfast cereals of all time is... Fruity Pebbles. And I realized the other day that Fruity Pebbles doesn't have a slogan or a jingle associated with it. So what i did was I just wrote a short little jingle that they would probably love to use in one of their commercials. Uh the song is called... Fruity Pebbles Jingle.) [mild clapping] (Thank you I love America too.)
-
-    Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the best thing about morning
-    Those colorful enchanting little specks
-    They make my taste buds spring to life without the slightest warning
-    In a way they never do when I eat Chex
-
-    Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the breakfast I've been cravin'
-    I shove 'em by the fistful in my trap
-    They got vitamins and nutrients and even riboflavin
-    And make Cocoa Puffs look like a bowl of crap
-
-    Yeah Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are a breakfast taste sensation
-    They're tiny tasty munchable and sweet
-    I'd like to start a bloody war and build a Pebbles nation
-    And murder every other breakfast treat
-
-    And the gallows will sway through the night
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    All cereals bow down in fright
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Sycophants and cowards flee
-    From Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Captain Crunch on bended knee
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-
-    The balance of the world's askew
-    But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Promise revolutions new
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    What cereal 'mongst other things
-    But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Stays crunchy in the blood of kings?
-    It's Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-
-    (Alright, still goin'. Ridin' that Pebble train.)
-    City-states and emirates and commonwealths and counties
-    Imagine how they will react with glee
-    As the early dawn reflects upon all nature's greatest bounty
-    Of soybean oil and red dye number three
-
-    Oh ministers and magistrates can't stop the people's yearning
-    For the turning of the powers yet to be
-    And presidents and potentates can't stop the fires burning
-    As we cast their ivory towers to the sea
-
-    And the creatures of the forest hark
-    To Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Noble stag and yellow lark
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    The innocence of children's eyes
-    And Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Will watch that Fruity flag rise
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-
-    United we shall march along
-    With Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Some shall die but we'll fight on
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    The fife shall play its soaring note
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    We'll slit every dissenting throat
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-
-    This vow for glory we must keep
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Though God himself may turn and weep
-    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    Do not fear the cleansing flood
-    Of Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-    A breakfast table stained with blood
-    And Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
-
-    AAAAAAHHHHHHH
-    AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
-    AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
-    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
-    OOOOOooooooo.....
-
-    (I really like Fruity Pebbles.)
-    (Well thank you Scott. Thank goodness for comedians. You know? It lightens our day.)
-    (It-that-it wasn't supposed to be funny.)
----
 Track: Fun Train Time Theme
 # No official release, duration is from the start of the video
 Artists:
@@ -28196,6 +28012,90 @@ Lyrics: |-
     Don't turn your back on me
     I won't be ignored
 ---
+Track: Falling for Ghosts
+Artists:
+- Unknown Artist
+- Scott Stutzman
+Duration: 4:49
+URLs:
+- https://soundcloud.com/scott_stutzman/falling-for-ghosts
+# Sampled Tracks:
+# - the original falling for ghosts mix i suppose
+Lyrics: |-
+    I reach out my hand
+    This is not what I planned to be
+    You're standing so close
+    But you're far away from me
+
+    And I wanted you to know
+    I wanted you to see
+    That everywhere I go
+    You're still here with me
+
+    Here I go falling for ghosts again
+    Letting your words slip under my skin
+    Living in a dream with my fantasies
+    Lingering feelings come alive inside of me
+
+    I'm reaching out my hands
+    And I'm grasping air suddenly
+    I should have realized
+    I trusted you so stupidly
+
+    And I wanted you to know
+    Yeah I wanted you to hear
+    That everywhere I go
+    Your voice never disappears
+
+    Here I go falling for ghosts again
+    Letting your words slip under my skin
+    Living in a dream with my fantasies
+    Lingering feelings come alive inside of me
+
+    BOO, BOO, here come de ghost
+    I'm de voodoo priest from de skeleton coast
+    Trick-or-treat, trick-or-treat, you'll be stomping your feet
+    'Cause I'm sugarcane sweet with a Kingston beat
+
+    WHOA-OA-OA-OA watch out, here come de ghoul
+    I be spittin' out rhyme while you playing de fool
+    I'm a treetop monsta, dat dance all rasta
+    Going back to de island for de sticky-sweet ganja
+
+    And it's the dream that keeps you from slipping away
+    No matter how many times you choose not to stay
+    You'll always be with me
+    You'll always be with me
+
+    I reach out my hand
+    This is not how I planned to be
+    You're standing so close
+    But you're far away from me
+
+    You're standing so close
+    But you're far away from me
+    So far away from me
+    So far away from me
+    So far away from me
+Commentary: |-
+    <i>Michael Guy Bowman:</i> (Stutzman scholar)
+    Because he is far too much of a threat to national security to be allowed to start his own Tumblr, I feel obligated to tell you about this masterpiece by my old pal Scott Stutzman.
+
+    For the final project of Scott's music production class, he and his classmates were roped into recording and producing a song from start to finish. For whatever reason it was decided that it would be a collaboration between the whole class and everyone would turn in their own mix. The professor decided to allow the class to decide as a group what the genre would be and whose song they would use.
+
+    Despite the entire class consisting of guys who play guitar, no one had the guts to suggest a genre offhand. The biggest slacker of them all, a white kid with dreadlocks who had missed half the classes, half-heartedly suggested reggae, an offer which the teacher accepted.
+
+    The teacher asked for people to volunteer their songs. Again, no one was ballsy enough to speak up - Scott was one of the few who had written a song from time to time, but since his usual faire is stuff about death, loss of innocence, and [[track:fruity-pebbles-jingle|Fruity Pebbles]], he thought maybe it was best to abstain from this poll. Songwriting duties were given to a black-haired faux-goth at the back of the room who claimed to have written "a lot of songs" but that they were all "just lyrics" and no music.
+
+    This should have been a red flag to the earnest professor, who spent the next couple of days matching her "song" to music. The entire class found itself sitting in on the extra-spooky recording sessions for her love song to the undead titled "Falling for Ghosts" in what was the invention of the new genre Emo Reggae.
+
+    On the last day of class, everyone showed up with a CD containing their own personal mix of the song. It must have been monotonous sitting there hearing "Falling for Ghosts" over and over with little-to-no variation between versions... except of course for this one with some SCARETACULAR additional material which Scott decided to record and add in at the last second.
+
+    TL;DR when you get to the 3 minute mark, everything will suddenly make sense.
+
+    <i>Scott Stutzman:</i>
+    I did a mix of a classmate's song as a school project. (I added a little somethin' to the middle. I don't think she liked it.)
+---
 Track: Famous Prophets (Stars)
 Duration: 16:10
 Artists:
@@ -29581,6 +29481,106 @@ Lyrics: |-
     Can you think of anything else?
     Um, a record, record, record, record?
 ---
+Track: Fruity Pebbles Jingle
+Artists:
+- Scott Stutzman
+Duration: 5:55
+URLs:
+- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apVOS4CJIls
+Lyrics: |-
+    (Uh... Scott Stutzman... [pronounced 'Stootzman'])
+    (It's pronounced 'Thompson'. Scott Thompson. No it's Stutzman.)
+    (Okay. Stutzman. Not Stootzman but Stutzman. Okay.) (Stutzman. Stutzman. Stutzman.)
+    (And, uh, he's our- my Songwriting 2 student from, uh, Spring Creek, and he's gonna play a little band, uh, ukulele, and...)
+    (It feels perfect. Thank you.)
+    (Does that sound good?) (Of course it sounds good.)
+    (I don't know Scott's song title, you'll have to tell them.) (Oh, okay, well this uh, has a little bit of a story attached. Uh one of my favorite breakfast cereals of all time is... Fruity Pebbles. And I realized the other day that Fruity Pebbles doesn't have a slogan or a jingle associated with it. So what i did was I just wrote a short little jingle that they would probably love to use in one of their commercials. Uh the song is called... Fruity Pebbles Jingle.) [mild clapping] (Thank you I love America too.)
+
+    Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the best thing about morning
+    Those colorful enchanting little specks
+    They make my taste buds spring to life without the slightest warning
+    In a way they never do when I eat Chex
+
+    Oh Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are the breakfast I've been cravin'
+    I shove 'em by the fistful in my trap
+    They got vitamins and nutrients and even riboflavin
+    And make Cocoa Puffs look like a bowl of crap
+
+    Yeah Kellogg's Fruity Pebbles are a breakfast taste sensation
+    They're tiny tasty munchable and sweet
+    I'd like to start a bloody war and build a Pebbles nation
+    And murder every other breakfast treat
+
+    And the gallows will sway through the night
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    All cereals bow down in fright
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Sycophants and cowards flee
+    From Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Captain Crunch on bended knee
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+
+    The balance of the world's askew
+    But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Promise revolutions new
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    What cereal 'mongst other things
+    But Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Stays crunchy in the blood of kings?
+    It's Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+
+    (Alright, still goin'. Ridin' that Pebble train.)
+    City-states and emirates and commonwealths and counties
+    Imagine how they will react with glee
+    As the early dawn reflects upon all nature's greatest bounty
+    Of soybean oil and red dye number three
+
+    Oh ministers and magistrates can't stop the people's yearning
+    For the turning of the powers yet to be
+    And presidents and potentates can't stop the fires burning
+    As we cast their ivory towers to the sea
+
+    And the creatures of the forest hark
+    To Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Noble stag and yellow lark
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    The innocence of children's eyes
+    And Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Will watch that Fruity flag rise
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+
+    United we shall march along
+    With Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Some shall die but we'll fight on
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    The fife shall play its soaring note
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    We'll slit every dissenting throat
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+
+    This vow for glory we must keep
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Though God himself may turn and weep
+    For Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    Do not fear the cleansing flood
+    Of Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+    A breakfast table stained with blood
+    And Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles
+
+    AAAAAAHHHHHHH
+    AAAAAAAHHHHHHH
+    AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH
+    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
+    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
+    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
+    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
+    AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
+    OOOOOooooooo.....
+
+    (I really like Fruity Pebbles.)
+    (Well thank you Scott. Thank goodness for comedians. You know? It lightens our day.)
+    (It-that-it wasn't supposed to be funny.)
+---
 Track: Fuck Bees
 Artists:
 - Happening.tv