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Post by cliffc on Jul 23, 2008 12:49:15 GMT -5
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Post by Thomas on Jul 28, 2008 16:55:29 GMT -5
Bass Hit//Cockatrice lyrics would be more than amazing at this point.
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Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on Jul 29, 2008 0:22:06 GMT -5
Well, what the hey. We're all friends here.
The Butcher
Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Are all your fears, and fires, and family
Written within The Book Of Butchery?
My appetite is endless
The people defenseless
This land is big, this land is bigger
But never as big as the mouth of the singer-o
Every morning I listen to confessional
I don't give a shit 'bout the bulk of it
Still I keep it professional
And as penance I tell 'em to proselytize
Say the son is red, and that I am red, and
All their bases belong to us
And of doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Put all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The bishops will kneel at their altars and sing
And remove their coils, their rings, their jewels
Lay them all down in sacrifice
What of things? What things? What is this thing?
I've a temper as shiny as any bling!
And all this attention will gain you no favour in Paradise.
Doomsday, the end of the century
In accord with prophecy
Go all your fears, your fires, your family
Into the mouth of Final Fantasy
The crack
Where is the crack?
When did I crack?
Muzzle me, muzzle muzzle me
Bind my will and break of me
You try, you try, you try to prevent it
You'll try, you'll try, but you'll never stop it, no
Cockatrice
Oh basilisk, oh cockatrice
The prophet was a child of flesh
Stolen from the family cre'che
And hidden in the wilderness
A statue on a steepletop
The prophet's now a man of rock
And the hundred thousand in his flock
Will gather underneath of him
Owen and I walk among the plots
I'm guided by the slightest touch
With his fingertips upon my neck
I'm made to be a marionette
He asks me how I'd rather go
To burn in a fire, or freeze with the snow
Well, I'd rather die painful and alone
Than be a prophet turned to stone
So...
Owen, Owen protect me
From a life everlasting
Owen, Owen protect me
From a life everlasting
The Ballad Of No-Face
You will say that I'm a bigot
No sir, no sir
I have lots of swishy friends around, I do, I do-dah-do
But a bunch of those together
Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work they do.
Finding beauty in ugly things is alright, to a point
But have you seen that cross-breed of the highbrow and the low?
It's a note tied to a brick that reads:
"Freedom, foul freedom! We are free to foul whatever, and we will."
Why can't you people see? Theirs is a life of mimicry
They are fathers without sons or daughters
They are bathers at the mouth of a literary delta
It isn't poetry
It's an orchestration, orchestration of our own demise
And you'll call me a bigot, or a dog in the manger
But I've seen them in the commons with their kerchiefs and tattoos
And a bunch of those together
Can only do the Devil's work, and it's the Devil's work they do
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Post by Owen from Final Fantasy on Jul 29, 2008 0:25:57 GMT -5
That's "Say the sun is red, and that I am red", not 'son'. Sorry.
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Post by sarpedon on Jul 29, 2008 10:56:59 GMT -5
Wow, thanks, its amazing how much these lyrics have changed in a few months time.
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Post by Scarychips on Jul 29, 2008 14:47:05 GMT -5
Do you keep the lyrics when they are in the first state (demo state) ?
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Post by Thomas on Jul 30, 2008 22:41:58 GMT -5
The Man With No Ankles and Scandal At The Parkade are still being written, I imagine then.
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Post by sarpedon on Jul 31, 2008 10:01:57 GMT -5
The Man With No Ankles and Scandal At The Parkade are still being written, I imagine then. Scandal At The Parkade is the old name for The Cockatrice EDIT: I was WRONG, see the post after my next |
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Post by Paulo on Jul 31, 2008 10:13:13 GMT -5
The Man With No Ankles and Scandal At The Parkade are still being written, I imagine then. Scandal At The Parkade is the old name for The Cockatrice I thought Cockatrice was the new name for bass hit. |
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Post by sarpedon on Jul 31, 2008 12:10:15 GMT -5
Scandal At The Parkade is the old name for The Cockatrice I thought Cockatrice was the new name for bass hit. is the new name for Scandal At The Parkade which was the new name for Bass Hit; oh nomenclature! EDIT: I was WRONG, see my next post |
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Post by Thomas on Jul 31, 2008 16:22:45 GMT -5
Really?
Because someone sent me this file about 4 months ago, called Scandal At The Parkade, which I also thought was called All That They Had // Cabages // Ya'll // Dada Dadum
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Post by sarpedon on Jul 31, 2008 17:02:22 GMT -5
Really? Because someone sent me this file about 4 months ago, called Scandal At The Parkade, which I also thought was called All That They Had // Cabages // Ya'll // Dada Dadum You're right, see the edit (I think it was most commonly called All That They Knew/Know, prior to Scandal At The Parkade), I just got confused EDIT: I looked back at a bunch of old posts and found one from Owen about it and you're right |
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Post by pearl on Aug 2, 2008 3:51:03 GMT -5
well i don't even know these songs! what is this? owen you are much too prolific
not a bad thing. just hard to keep up
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2008 18:36:08 GMT -5
Does anyone have a clue about the Lewis Takes Off His Shirt lyrics?
I have a fairly good recording of it from the Vicar Street show in Dublin late last year and honestly, it sounds like the verses are in a different language to me.
Also two other questions:
1. Is this a new song / song to be on Heartland or is it from some obscure release in Owen's past that I don't know about yet?
2. How fucking brilliant is it?
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Post by Scarychips on Sept 30, 2008 21:48:20 GMT -5
1) Apparently, it's a Heartland song, Lewis being a character in Heartland.
2) It's incredibly brilliant.
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