Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Song. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 July 2013

What Terrible Men We Are

This is a song I wrote for Marvin and the Pirate Circus. It is the song performed during Marvin's period of captivity (where the last post left off). I can't really convey the tune via text, and it isn't based on an actual song, or else I'd link to that (and I have neither the talent nor inclination to record myself singing it). Please use your imaginations.

Oh what terrible men we are (we are)
Oh what terrible men we are (we are)
Well what have we done?
Oh what have we done this time? [stretch out time]
We were: out of line
out of money
And frankly out of our minds

Oh what have we done this time? (this time)
A child (a child)
A child (a child)
We've stolen a child in the prime of his youth
Stole him unjustly
from his mom and his father
Did it without morales
Did it without truth
We did it
We did it
And theres no going back
Hold him for ransom
Throw him in a sack
Starve him and beat him
Throw him in a cage
Neglect and abuse him
'Till they throw us offstage

Oh what have we done this time? (this time)
Yes what have we done this time?

(captain)

My men are vicious, my men are crude
My men are ugly, my men are rude
My crew is useless, and full or rubes
Oh what have they done this time? (this time)
Oh what have they done this time?

Abducted a child, from his home in his bed
Now I'll have a bounty, a price on my head
I guess I am wanted, alive or dead
Oh what have they done this time? (this time)
I'm an old man, I don't want trouble
But they burn towns, turn them into rubble
They're like my family, my horrible crew
But the law is against them, and the things that they do
To keep them safe, we stay on the run
We may entertain you, but don't forget what we've done

(crew)
Oh what have we done this time? (this time)
Oh what have we done this time?
Our crew of men are brave and loyal
We're just getting by, with work and toil
We've been forever banned from our home soil
We deserve more! Makes our blood boil
We'll sever you from the mortal coil

Oh what terrible men we are (we are)
Oh what terrible men we are

(tommy)

I'm the first mate of our band of brothers
To the last man, fighters and lovers
They look up to me, so I can't disappoint
I do the deeds, I run the joint
Get my hands dirty, to live up to their dreams
Although I'm haunted, by the innocent screams
I do it for them
'Cause they'd do it for me

Oh what terrible men we are (we are)
Oh what terrible men we are

(killian)
I first met the captain when I was eight years old
He took me in when I was starving and cold
To everyone else, was just a child of the street
Wanted food in my belly, and shoes on my feet
He showed me a world where I felt I belonged
The love and comfort for which I longed
I knew how to steal, I knew how to fight
It may have been wrong, but it felt so right
I'll defend my new family with all of my might!

(crew)
Oh what terrible men we are (we are)
Oh what terrible men we are

Our ghastly crew is full of sinners
Who worship the devil and eat babies for dinner
We steal and plunder
pillage and loot
rob and ravage
and murder to boot
We'll pick your pockets and cut your purse
you may think we're bad, but we are much worse
We'll take your women, and extort the men
just when you think we're gone, we'll do it again
Raid the storehouse, burn the schools
Break open the bank, and take all the jewels

Lock your doors! Close the shutters!
Beg for mercy!
Beg for your souls!

Cry and plead for the ones that you love
Pray for help from the gods above
Go on and beg (beg)
Go on and beg (beg)

Oh who will save you now? (you now)
Oh who will save you now?


Yes, what terrible men we are! [draw out are, dun da dun]

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Early Game (song)


To the tune of Kanye West's Runaway, a song about cheese in Starcraft 2. Enjoy.

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this bitch a picture of my dick
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good at that shit

See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hood rats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

And I always find, yeah, I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway I'm about to get crazy, then runaway


Use the thug plan, runaway as fast as you can

Runaway from me, baby
Runaway, runaway from me, baby
Runaway, I'm about to get crazy
Why can't she just runaway?

Baby I got a plan, runaway as fast as you can

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move
You could leave or live with it

Ichabod Crane with that motherfucking top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs, ha, ha
Knock it off, Neiman's, shop it off
Let's talk over Mai Tai's, waitress, top it off

Ho's like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it

You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty ho's in the baller-nigger matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich and tasteless, P

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me

I guess you knew another vantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don't know how I'ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been putting up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know

Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Runaway fast as you can
And I always do, yeah, I always do something wrong

Whenever I play a match that takes too long
I'm so gifted at finding out where I will win the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast:

Let's have a toast for the 6 pool
Let's have a toast for the 2 rax
Let's have a toast for the all ins
And all the two base timings

Let's have a toast for the 2 gate
Win the game or expand late
Baby I've got a plan
Win the game fast as you can

I've been going through my replays
Ain't seen too many GGs
I know you're supposed to play standard
But I'm not too good at that shit

See I can have me a good game
And still get smoked by a death ball
And I just blame everything on lag
At least let me play what I'm good at

And I always do, yeah, I always do, yeah I always do something wrong
Whenever I play a match that takes too long
I'm so gifted at finding out where I will win the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast:

Let's have a toast for the 6 pool
Let's have a toast for the 2 rax
Let's have a toast for the all ins
And all the two base timings

Let's have a toast for the 2 gate
Win the game or expand late
Baby I've got a plan
Win the game fast as you can

Win the game for me baby,
Early game, win the game for me baby
Early game; when the micro gets crazy, I'll win the game
Use some cheese man, win the game fast as you can

Win the game for me baby,
Early game, win the game for me baby
Early game; when the micro gets crazy
That's when you just win the game

Baby I've got a plan, win the game fast as you can

24/7, 365, ladder points on my mind
I-I-I I did it, alright alright, I admit it
Cannon at your main
You can leave or deal with it

I don't play for the motherfucking GGs
Split and go where? More banes than Husky, ha ha
Knock it off, trying to S and D
Maybe next time you should scout my proxy

Noobs on ladder, wanna fly in with Banshees
You can't blame 'em, after getting rushed by DTs

Every probe, every drone, every worker
Adds to your economy, baby, face it

Don't complain if you can't accept the basics
Time to wall-off before blizzard minute six
Need to be set to counter the races
Ask the bros Sean and Tasteless, J

Never really planned for the late game
I made my attacks so early
And I know it did damage
'Cause our chat is you BMing me

I'm guessing I'm at an advantage,
'Cause I can use lings for everything
But I don't know how I'ma manage
If you get to expo number three

And I always do, yeah, I always do something wrong

Whenever I play a match that takes too long
I'm so gifted at finding out where I will win the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast:

Let's have a toast for the 6 pool
Let's have a toast for the 2 rax
Let's have a toast for the all ins
And the two base timings

Let's have a toast for the 2 gate
Win the game or expand late
Baby I've got a plan
Win the game fast as you can

-Colin