I Live Soundboard
The sound of a person's voice pleading, "I don't want to live here, Farnsworth," echoes in the empty room. It carries the weight of frustration and longing for a better life, a desire to escape the confines of a place that offers no solace. The words hang in the air, suffused with emotion and a hint of desperation. As if on cue, another voice chimes in with a resolute declaration, "I don't want to...," trailing off into the silence that follows. These cries for change and release reverberate through the atmosphere, a testament to the human spirit's unyielding yearning for something more. Suddenly, the room is filled with a cacophony of voices, all clamoring for attention. A disembodied announcer cuts through the chaos, proclaiming, "We interrupt your bleak and meaningless lives," startling those who were lost in their own thoughts. The words are sharp and cutting, a stark reminder of the perpetual turmoil that defines existence. Yet, amidst the dissonance, there is a sense of urgency and a flicker of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there is a way out of the darkness. A vibrant guitar riff cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous drumbeat that shakes the walls. The sound of a live band in full swing is electrifying, filling the space with energy and excitement. "Bam live!" someone shouts, the words tinged with anticipation and adrenaline. The music pulses with life, drawing in the listener and transporting them to another realm where anything is possible. It's a transcendent experience, one that defies logic and reason, leaving only the raw power of sound to guide the way. A haunting melody drifts through the room, accompanied by the faint sound of distant voices. "50000 people used to live here," the voices whisper, their words tinged with sorrow and loss. The music swells and recedes, weaving a tapestry of memories and emotions that resonate deep within the soul. The haunting refrain lingers in the air, a poignant reminder of the impermanence of life and the ghosts of the past that continue to haunt the present. The crackle of a microphone being switched on fills the room, followed by the sound of applause and cheers. "Conan! Best in the live!" the crowd chants, their voices rising in unison. The atmosphere is electric, brimming with excitement and anticipation. The spotlight shines brightly on the stage, illuminating the host as he prepares to take center stage. "And it's live," someone whispers, the words carrying a sense of exhilaration and spontaneity. The energy in the air is palpable, a vibrant buzz that sets the room abuzz with anticipation. A burst of laughter breaks through the tension, followed by the playful chirping of a bird. "Love live. It's a joke, baby," a voice exclaims, the words tinged with humor and warmth. The sound of mirth fills the room, lifting the spirits of all who hear it. Laughter is contagious, spreading like wildfire and melting away the stresses of the day. In that moment, the room is alive with joy and camaraderie, a testament to the power of laughter to uplift and unite. A foreign language fills the air, the words unfamiliar and strange. "Ñ quero + viver nesse planeta," a voice intones, the syllables rolling off the tongue like poetry. The language is exotic and alluring, a glimpse into a world far removed from the familiar. The words hang in the air, a tantalizing mystery waiting to be unravelled. The sound of a different culture permeates the room, offering a glimpse into a world beyond the known. The room falls silent, all eyes fixed on the stage. "We'll do it live," a voice declares, the words brimming with confidence and determination. The tension in the air is palpable, the anticipation almost tangible. The sound of a countdown fills the room, marking the moments until the performance begins. The atmosphere is charged with excitement and energy, ready to explode into life at any moment. A carnival-esque tune drifts through the room, accompanied by the distant roar of the ocean. "Live in Coney Island," a voice sings, the words filled with nostalgia and longing. The music transports the listener to a bygone era, where the sounds of laughter and joy filled the air. The scene is painted with vivid colors and vibrant textures, a snapshot of a world where anything is possible. The sound of the ocean's waves provides a soothing backdrop, a reminder of the ever-present ebb and flow of life. The sound of a door slamming shut breaks the reverie, followed by the assertive declaration, "I don't do ifs, but's, and maybes." The voice is firm and unwavering, a statement of defiance and determination. The room is filled with a sense of purpose and resolve, as if the speaker's words have sparked a fire within. The sound of determination fills the air, a reminder that sometimes, the only way forward is with unwavering certainty. A jarring noise interrupts the silence, the harsh sound of metal scraping against metal. "BUSHY BUSH," a voice cries out, the words tinged with urgency and alarm. The sudden cacophony is disorienting, a stark reminder of the chaos and unpredictability of life. The room is filled with a sense of unease, as if the ground beneath one's feet is shifting and uncertain. The sound of discord hangs in the air, an unsettling presence that refuses to be ignored. A playful melody drifts through the room, accompanied by the sound of children's laughter. "SpongeBob SquarePants!" a voice declares, the words filled with whimsy and delight. The music is light and carefree, dancing through the air with joyous abandon. The sound of innocence and wonder fills the room, creating a whimsical atmosphere that is impossible to resist. The music is a balm for the soul, a reminder of the simple pleasures that make life worth living. A dark, foreboding melody fills the room, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Kira's Theme," a voice whispers, the words tinged with fear and trepidation. The music is ominous and chilling, sending shivers down the spine. The room is bathed in an eerie light, creating a sense of unease and apprehension. The sound of impending doom hangs in the air, a sinister presence that refuses to be ignored. A wrenching sob pierces the silence, followed by the sound of soft, muffled weeping. "Matrival just cry," a voice murmurs, the words choked with emotion. The sound of grief fills the room, heavy and oppressive. The atmosphere is suffused with sorrow and despair, a reminder of the fragility of life and the pain of loss. The sound of mourning echoes through the room, a haunting lament that lingers long after the tears have dried. You can play and download these sounds here.
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I Live Soundboard

The sound of a person's voice pleading, "I don't want to live here, Farnsworth," echoes in the empty room. It carries the weight of frustration and longing for a better life, a desire to escape the confines of a place that offers no solace. The words hang in the air, suffused with emotion and a hint of desperation. As if on cue, another voice chimes in with a resolute declaration, "I don't want to...," trailing off into the silence that follows. These cries for change and release reverberate through the atmosphere, a testament to the human spirit's unyielding yearning for something more.

Suddenly, the room is filled with a cacophony of voices, all clamoring for attention. A disembodied announcer cuts through the chaos, proclaiming, "We interrupt your bleak and meaningless lives," startling those who were lost in their own thoughts. The words are sharp and cutting, a stark reminder of the perpetual turmoil that defines existence. Yet, amidst the dissonance, there is a sense of urgency and a flicker of hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there is a way out of the darkness.

A vibrant guitar riff cuts through the air, followed by a thunderous drumbeat that shakes the walls. The sound of a live band in full swing is electrifying, filling the space with energy and excitement. "Bam live!" someone shouts, the words tinged with anticipation and adrenaline. The music pulses with life, drawing in the listener and transporting them to another realm where anything is possible. It's a transcendent experience, one that defies logic and reason, leaving only the raw power of sound to guide the way.

A haunting melody drifts through the room, accompanied by the faint sound of distant voices. "50000 people used to live here," the voices whisper, their words tinged with sorrow and loss. The music swells and recedes, weaving a tapestry of memories and emotions that resonate deep within the soul. The haunting refrain lingers in the air, a poignant reminder of the impermanence of life and the ghosts of the past that continue to haunt the present.

The crackle of a microphone being switched on fills the room, followed by the sound of applause and cheers. "Conan! Best in the live!" the crowd chants, their voices rising in unison. The atmosphere is electric, brimming with excitement and anticipation. The spotlight shines brightly on the stage, illuminating the host as he prepares to take center stage. "And it's live," someone whispers, the words carrying a sense of exhilaration and spontaneity. The energy in the air is palpable, a vibrant buzz that sets the room abuzz with anticipation.

A burst of laughter breaks through the tension, followed by the playful chirping of a bird. "Love live. It's a joke, baby," a voice exclaims, the words tinged with humor and warmth. The sound of mirth fills the room, lifting the spirits of all who hear it. Laughter is contagious, spreading like wildfire and melting away the stresses of the day. In that moment, the room is alive with joy and camaraderie, a testament to the power of laughter to uplift and unite.

A foreign language fills the air, the words unfamiliar and strange. "Ñ quero + viver nesse planeta," a voice intones, the syllables rolling off the tongue like poetry. The language is exotic and alluring, a glimpse into a world far removed from the familiar. The words hang in the air, a tantalizing mystery waiting to be unravelled. The sound of a different culture permeates the room, offering a glimpse into a world beyond the known.

The room falls silent, all eyes fixed on the stage. "We'll do it live," a voice declares, the words brimming with confidence and determination. The tension in the air is palpable, the anticipation almost tangible. The sound of a countdown fills the room, marking the moments until the performance begins. The atmosphere is charged with excitement and energy, ready to explode into life at any moment.

A carnival-esque tune drifts through the room, accompanied by the distant roar of the ocean. "Live in Coney Island," a voice sings, the words filled with nostalgia and longing. The music transports the listener to a bygone era, where the sounds of laughter and joy filled the air. The scene is painted with vivid colors and vibrant textures, a snapshot of a world where anything is possible. The sound of the ocean's waves provides a soothing backdrop, a reminder of the ever-present ebb and flow of life.

The sound of a door slamming shut breaks the reverie, followed by the assertive declaration, "I don't do ifs, but's, and maybes." The voice is firm and unwavering, a statement of defiance and determination. The room is filled with a sense of purpose and resolve, as if the speaker's words have sparked a fire within. The sound of determination fills the air, a reminder that sometimes, the only way forward is with unwavering certainty.

A jarring noise interrupts the silence, the harsh sound of metal scraping against metal. "BUSHY BUSH," a voice cries out, the words tinged with urgency and alarm. The sudden cacophony is disorienting, a stark reminder of the chaos and unpredictability of life. The room is filled with a sense of unease, as if the ground beneath one's feet is shifting and uncertain. The sound of discord hangs in the air, an unsettling presence that refuses to be ignored.

A playful melody drifts through the room, accompanied by the sound of children's laughter. "SpongeBob SquarePants!" a voice declares, the words filled with whimsy and delight. The music is light and carefree, dancing through the air with joyous abandon. The sound of innocence and wonder fills the room, creating a whimsical atmosphere that is impossible to resist. The music is a balm for the soul, a reminder of the simple pleasures that make life worth living.

A dark, foreboding melody fills the room, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Kira's Theme," a voice whispers, the words tinged with fear and trepidation. The music is ominous and chilling, sending shivers down the spine. The room is bathed in an eerie light, creating a sense of unease and apprehension. The sound of impending doom hangs in the air, a sinister presence that refuses to be ignored.

A wrenching sob pierces the silence, followed by the sound of soft, muffled weeping. "Matrival just cry," a voice murmurs, the words choked with emotion. The sound of grief fills the room, heavy and oppressive. The atmosphere is suffused with sorrow and despair, a reminder of the fragility of life and the pain of loss. The sound of mourning echoes through the room, a haunting lament that lingers long after the tears have dried.

You can play and download these sounds here.