Necromancer says, heya, get off your ass. Fuckin' play something.
He's not so subtle, that guy. This usually happens at three in the morning. It has to do with sun spots or something.
It had to be keys because a wide enough keyboard gets majestic with a synth. Use the right voice and you can be Tony Banks filling the whole damn auditorium when you go way, way down to the bottom. Makes the fookin' ground shake, it does. People start thinking, holy fuck, the Gateway to Doom is opening. We are so screwed.
Some wild imp clicked a record button because you know how those wild little fuckers will do sometimes.
So that happened.
It did get all majestic screwing around with some intro chords and a bit of plunking as it stalked its slinky way toward "The Sanctuary Song" which comes in from the looper.
The looper came in way, way too hot but it wasn't near distortion so I kept going and even tried some deathless vocals which seemed passable at the time. That led to the Galaxy Guitar who wasn't even ready to dance but she stood up anyway.
That started out jammin' but not really since it's almost a comfortable shoe inside that melody and I know it goes anywhere from that ... but not all at once, cabron, slow it the fuck down.
That did stay cool but then a damn clam.
Death. The only verdict.
Stomped the face of the wild imp for recording it. Settled.
Note: it would have been murdered anyway because the looper was too hot and the vocal was too low.
To the melody of "The Sanctuary Song:"
That bitch was a clam
The penalty is death
You heard him play
He must be on meth
he sucks
The Sun laughs at you
It sees right through
your shit
your act
your life
I would have liked to have captured that but ... poof (larfs).
Energy comes from the Necromancer. How should I know. My shit goes away and I mean entirely washed-out wastrel but then it slowly comes back. Don't ask because ... wtf ... how should I know.
That only means play and sometimes you have to stomp that fucking imp but sometimes it's right and no fucking clams. Then it goes to the, well, maybe it's not a piece of shit. It hasn't survived yet but it gets a better shot.
I don't want no fucking clams. I may be an old cranky bitch of an evil soothsaying warlock hell bastard (I am) but I got standards, see. No fucking clams.
He's not so subtle, that guy. This usually happens at three in the morning. It has to do with sun spots or something.
It had to be keys because a wide enough keyboard gets majestic with a synth. Use the right voice and you can be Tony Banks filling the whole damn auditorium when you go way, way down to the bottom. Makes the fookin' ground shake, it does. People start thinking, holy fuck, the Gateway to Doom is opening. We are so screwed.
Some wild imp clicked a record button because you know how those wild little fuckers will do sometimes.
So that happened.
It did get all majestic screwing around with some intro chords and a bit of plunking as it stalked its slinky way toward "The Sanctuary Song" which comes in from the looper.
The looper came in way, way too hot but it wasn't near distortion so I kept going and even tried some deathless vocals which seemed passable at the time. That led to the Galaxy Guitar who wasn't even ready to dance but she stood up anyway.
That started out jammin' but not really since it's almost a comfortable shoe inside that melody and I know it goes anywhere from that ... but not all at once, cabron, slow it the fuck down.
That did stay cool but then a damn clam.
Death. The only verdict.
Stomped the face of the wild imp for recording it. Settled.
Note: it would have been murdered anyway because the looper was too hot and the vocal was too low.
To the melody of "The Sanctuary Song:"
That bitch was a clam
The penalty is death
You heard him play
He must be on meth
he sucks
The Sun laughs at you
It sees right through
your shit
your act
your life
I would have liked to have captured that but ... poof (larfs).
Energy comes from the Necromancer. How should I know. My shit goes away and I mean entirely washed-out wastrel but then it slowly comes back. Don't ask because ... wtf ... how should I know.
That only means play and sometimes you have to stomp that fucking imp but sometimes it's right and no fucking clams. Then it goes to the, well, maybe it's not a piece of shit. It hasn't survived yet but it gets a better shot.
I don't want no fucking clams. I may be an old cranky bitch of an evil soothsaying warlock hell bastard (I am) but I got standards, see. No fucking clams.
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