NationStates Jolt Archive

In Brian parks in Angaor it was the 80th Annual Oured International Music Festival Were Bands from numerous countries were coming to perform in front of large crowds. The Event was excepted to draw a crowd up to 150,000 people. Tents were being setup were people can go and meet different bands and the Stages were being erected in crews were going over a sound check. Their were numorous Entarniment channels filming the event and was excepted to draw over 5 million television viewers which was is about three times more then those who watched it last year.

The Goon Squad was backstage getting ready for their performance it was three of them who were choosing to represent the goon squad at the Festival.

alright guys your up said a Stage staff member

ight dats whats good said young spenc

Alright you know them the hottest thang in Rap industy with their multiplatium selling album called Squad Deep


The crowd start yelling and The music started playing and good squad came out on the stage. Their Number 1 Single Ride with tha Mack

Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (that right)
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (say Marley G)
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (Spitta)
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack (look)

Young Spenc
Slide out the ferrari I come to wet up the party
and baby I can shoot like Robert Horry or Cory Magettie
Ready for the impossible im colossul fool
and yall niggas just molecules
Dont know how to build a house
but got a box a tools im talkin bout that
pop pop pat pat bang bang blocka boom
That is for tools
the coop i'm in say va va voom
then it go pune nigga im gone ill see you soon
on the moon
put me in the dirt and watch me bloom
put me in the jungle bet im comin back with all the food
Put me in the streets bet im comin back with money
yea bitch nigga running
yea bitch nigga running
yea bitch nigga running
Im heavily blunted me and my gun loaded
she riden wit me till the motha fucken rolled in
yea and it be like that
i dont got people on that glock
but I got people on that mack


Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack
Roll with duck tape and ride with tha Mack


Murda 7
I aint have a body on it
but dont nobody own it
so anybody can get it
if any body wants it
Homie im not yo homie
You fuck around and end up wrapped up
in a trunk like a fuckin mummy
foney im far from foney im only about my money
and I keep enough of work to feed a thousand junkies
I stay strapped cus I keep a couple thousand on me
and I know these lil crownies is plotten on me
But I aint never scared
I aint never runnin
i got my own back
i aint never frontin
Man im forever thuggin im like a barra somethin
no heart I dont care for nothin
and no sir I aint here for nothin
Man im tryn to bring it back like the records jumpen
I got my sister pumpen
and im riden with the mack and the duck tape in case I gotta carry somethin

[Chorus x2]

BlackSmiff
I got the real the blood flowen through my pulmary vein
I play the kitchen call me culinary maine
yall niggas pitchen yall hustlen on the scary train
while we move everythang from heroiwaine to mary jane
but let me fall back I know the feds like rap
theres a echo in the head phones
thats how I know they mic tap
when you dont brush yo teeth
the only time yall touch plaqcue
while we got to many on the wall
yea its like that
I got chicks that like me that dont like rap
ask yo girl who her favorite rapper is bet she says she like mack
i tell a dark skin chick im allergic to chocolate
so if we eat and use the plan and you can keep on walkin
Hi yellow mamis I dont eat red meat
im busy killen tracks yea this here is a dead beat
No child support I pay with my heart ill kill it
ill prolly never be the best but one of the realest
Yea Mack Maine Bitch

alright yall ready for this new shit coming of my album said young spenc

Winds of time was setting up on one of the stages, when they had finished and were ready to preform Justin picked up the microphone and said, "HELLO Angaor, How you all doing out there," crowd cheers. "We are Winds of Time, and we're going to be putting a a show for you here in just a moment, but first I'd like to take some time to introduce the band. I'm Justin Louie. That's Joey Spence over there on the Bass, that Tim Shell on the Guitar, and that is Tim's wife Alexis Shell playing the Flute. So now that you know who we all are, we are going to get right into it, with our first song. This ones about a place that is special to all of us, our home town. Here it is, Holy Water:

I'm gonna tell you a story
I'm gonna tell you about my town
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby
Aww, it's all about my town

Yeah, down by the river
Down by the banks of the river Karls (aw, that's what's happenin' baby)
That's where you'll find me
Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people)
Well I love that holy water
Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place)
Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated)
Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame)
But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh
That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for
my baby to walk around)
Well I love that holy water
Oh, Eilífur, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Because I love that holy water
Oh, oh, Eilífur, you're my home (oh, yeah)

Well, I love that holy water (I love it, baby)
I love that holy water (I love Eeiil-ífaur)
I love that holy water (Have you heard about the Monastery?)
I love that holy water (I'm the man, I'm the man)
I love that holy water (Owww!)
I love that holy water (Come on, come on)

The Crowd went wild and including some trying to jump up on stage but security stop them and they awaited the next band or song

"Thank you, thank you. This next song is about a ship," said Justin. "Its called the Wreck of the Joey Smith Johnson,"


The legend lives on from the Joranise on down
Of the big see they called Lickia Jeumee
The sea, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of October turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore thirty-five thousand tons more
Than the Joey Smith Johnson weighed empty.
That good ship and truw was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of October came early.

The ship was the pride of the Beatusian side
Coming back from some mill in Flynn
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Hofn
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the west wind theyd been feelin?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
Twas the witch of October come stealin.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of October came slashin.
When afternoon came it was freezin rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin.
Fellas, its too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, its been good tknow ya
The captain wired in he had water comin in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Joey Smith Johnson.

Does any one know where the love of Bob goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say theyd have made Roka bay
If theyd put eighteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Sver rolls, Legand sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Diken steams like a young mans dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake Ogortio
Takes in what lake Jorgan can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of October remembered.

In a musty old hall in Valdamikill they prayed,
In the maritime sailors cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang forty-nine times
For each man on the Joey Smith Johnson.
The legend lives on from the Joranise on down
Of the big sea they call Lickia Jumee.
The sea, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of October come early!

The Crowd continued going wild some trying to touch the other take out the phones and taking video clips

"Thank you, thank you," said Justin. "We're here all week, but right now we got to take a brake and go sign some autographs at our tent, you all welcome to come and talk to your favorite band member," he continued as he and the band took a final bow, then walked off stage.

A large crowd of about 600 crowded around the Winds of time tent

young spenc came back on stage with a black tee shirt on

Uh, Umm, Weezy you all,
Young Spence, Goon Squad,
This is, I cant feel my face
Ladies and gentlemen, you all know me,

You know I ride for my motherfuckin' niggas,
Most likely I'm gonna die with my finger on the trigger,

They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
My eyes is so wide as he watching the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, I'm gonna kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And fuck you, hospital, young money, we're the illest,
And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was "The Gremlins"
Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for divine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing,

And you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,

Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
'Cause the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that I'm gonna be in it
The sky is the limit,

he took of his shirt and he throw it in the crowd and the girls went wild

Buck Ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it,
Switching lane faster than she switch subject,
Tell a bitch don't talk to me,
And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free,
And I hate when a nigga say talk is cheap,
'Cause I'm the type to let money talk for me,
My flow is art, unique,
My flow can part a sea,
The only thing on a mind of a shark, is eat,
By any means, and you're just sardine,
I got the 40 cal. Tuck in my p.r.ps.,
What do you expect, I'm from Lenoir ,
And majority of my city is ridders,
They tried to make a brand new map without us,
But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars,
And no matter how you change it, it will still be ours,

And I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And I'mma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
Cause the sky is the limit,
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or I'll take it off ya shoulder,
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting on the living room sofa,
(that's fucked up, ha ha)
And you don't wanna fuck with a soldier,
Use your head, or ill take it off ya shoulder,
Mail it to your mom, put a dozen of roses, (Now that's fucked up)
And I'm a G,
And you ain't gotta know the alphabet to see,
I know that my whole city is depending on me,
And I forget a lot of shit, but I could never forget the streets,

So you know that I'm gonna ride with my motherfucking niggas,
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
Don't worry bout mine, I'mma grind till I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
Because the sky is the limit,
Yeah, the sky is the limit,
And If you look high, you'll see that I'm gonna be in it,
'Cause the sky is the limit,
They tell me don't get high, and I should try to make a living,
I tell them I'm a hustler and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit,

Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit,
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
If you don't know nothing about it, the sky is the limit.


OCC: i know the langauge is bad but im a rapper so just got to get used to it

Around one hundred and twenty five men and women in black tuxedoes carrying various instruments began to assemble on stage. This was the Epsom Symphony Orchestra and they are what some might call, fearless, for coming to venue like this. The elderly conductor, a Mr. Jackson Brain, lifted his baton, their first piece would have to be something to get everyone’s attention.

The Epsom Symphony Orchestra began the 1812 Overture

Some of the Crowd left but the Event did arracted 25,000 Classical Music lover. the crowd loved the 1812 overture

QUOTE=Angaor;13167523]Some of the Crowd left but the Event did arracted 25,000 Classical Music lover. the crowd loved the 1812 overture[/QUOTE]

"Thank you, thank you", said Mr. Brain, "I wish more people will stay, as you will see us doing a vast new experiment, this time will be one of the first times in history where the oldest form of music, classical will be mixed with rock, rap, techno, metal, and hip hop. Please treat your ears to something that is a classsic for all you rock fans, this is "Baba O' Riley" by The Who."

Right as conductor Brain lifted his baton, he violinists began to play the (originallly on synthesizer) introduction.

Soon more people began to come back to ever this new type of music

Soon more people began to come back to ever this new type of music

Seeing the throngs of people coming, Brain said,

"Thank you for making it here. Now this song will be a bit newer, more recent, so I think that those who are younger, or appreciate hip hop will enjoy this bit."

Brain lifted his baton again and the clairnet section began to play the opening to the Kanye West song "Stronger".

The crowd loved this new type of music and want to her more


OCC: Aye can i bring out my person and u can play u cant tell me nothing by kanye west and he can freestyle off of it

ooc: I'm just going to post my guys' performance. You guys can pretend like it's after the New Brittonian performance if you like.

IC: Nanpou Daiki, one of the foremost DJs and producers of Tejas, was also only an eleven-year old. NSKK was his latest project; he had put together three of the greatest underground Tejano MCs; Kurata Kokoro, female rapper/songstress from New Fukuoka, Rufino Sanchez, AKA Eternal Revolution, a longtime performer on the underground in Santa Miguela, and Kondou Ren, a fairly new, but very talented MC from San Angelo. "NSKK" was the first letter of their last names (Nanpou, Sanchez, Kondou, and Kurata) put together. This was to be their first performance as a group, and the first time that they would be officially heard performing as a group. Some idiot had leaked part of their first mixtape onto the internet, but the Bureau had cracked down on the file, and it was mostly gone now.

NSKK proceeded out onto the stage. Daiki ran to his DJ booth, while the two rappers and one rapper/songstress picked up their mikes.

"Yo!" Kokoro shouted into the microphone, "This goes out to the brothers and sisters of the Tejano Proletariat Army, who are fighting genocide in the New True Cross! We see you, comrades! And this is a message to all of the wack MCs out there! Word up!"

"DJ Daiki! Drop it!" Ren said. At that command, Daiki put the needle on the turntable. The track began with a sound byte from 300.

King Leonidas
THIS IS...

*Beat starts*

Kondou Ren
San Angelo, Teraoka, you know what it is
My entire generation never was kids
Giving guns to babies, not a moment of silence
Most of these so-called thugs don't no shit about violence
They don't know shit about poverty, know shit about drugs
Know shit about AKs or hollow-tip slugs
I'm like Nagaraku, I rule with an iron fist
I'll stab you in the bladder with a dagger and watch you die in piss
I spit reality from the PRH-TT
You spit lies, like whatever comes out of the mouths of fundies
I rape and murder you lyrically like Ted Bundy
This ain't the suburbs, 'cuz shit ain't always funny
Shit ain't always sunny, 'cuz this ain't Philly
You've got all the street cred of Free Willy
Your shit's retarded, like the Grim Adventures of Billy
I'm Fujita on the mic, a true revolutionary
You shouldn't feel lucky like I was Dirty Harry
Mothafucka, you only care about money, like a mercenary
I'll pop you just because I think your life is unneccessary
And shit's scary, how you wack rappers think that you hot
Kondou Ren, mothafucka, and I think the fuck not.

CHORUS
Kurata Kokoro (singing)
Sittin' here on the rooftops, waitin' for revolution to come
I'm sick of these wack MCs who make my ears go numb
I'm sick of this industry, sick of what hip-hop's become
So just sit back, relax boy, and let me tell you where I'm from...

Rufino Sanchez
Este Santa Miguela, Sawa, puta madre
If you aren't too busy getting fucked by your padre
I'm Eternal Revolution, the guerilla in the mist
Spray bullets at your wack ass, you won't be missed
Your music has no purpose, you're the industry's boy toy
I spit fire at these mothafuckin' Christensen fanboys
My roots are with mi pueblo, stuck in el barrio
I'll crush your punk ass like a Goomba in Super Mario
DJ Daiki drop beats that are phat like Wario
This shit goes out to Vladimiro and Hilario
Who went out like real soldiers, fighting the fascists
Nowadays, these rappers don't give a shit about the masses
But that'll never be us, 'cuz we just too real
We're like old cartoons, making the industry slip on banana peels
'Cuz we give a shit about people who don't know about they next meal
While these fucking corporations don't do shit but steal
So I don't give a fuck about what you got for your deal
I'll shoot you in broad daylight, and ain't no one go'n squeal!

CHORUS

Kurata Kokoro
Koko wa New Fukuoka, the real rap city
Because almost everywhere else, most of you rap shitty
Rap's dead, rap sucks, yo, thanks to y'all for killin' it
Grillin' it down, spillin' its guts, and refillin' it
Now it's full up with trash, no wait, I mean cash
Except sometimes those words are synonymous
I'd rather be autonomous and anonymous
Than everybody knowin' my name
But knowin' that I'm enslaved to the rap game
More specifically, to people who wanna kill the culture for money and fame
I'm sick of these rappers whose lyrics is lame
When every other word is "faggot" and "bitch"
Misogyny and homophobia, this is not where it started
But I guess hip-hop's now with the dearly departed
Where are all the mothafuckas who actually deserve fame
Bring the breakdancers and the graffiti artists back into the game
I'm 'bout to take a blowtorch, set the industry aflame
Because I'm sick of these wack MCs who all sound the same

CHORUS (repeats)

*chorus and beat fade out. Sample of the beginning of "Method Man" by the Wu-Tang clan plays.*

Sample
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what? (Torture nigga what?) What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
with your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like
Tssssssss

Yeah, I'll fuckin
Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser
Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat
Ooooohhhh
Whassup? BLAOWWW!!

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
I'll fuckin

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building...

*Sample fades out. NSKK leaves the stage.*

The crowd loved this new type of music and want to her more


OCC: Aye can i bring out my person and u can play u cant tell me nothing by kanye west and he can freestyle off of it

OOC: Sure

ooc: Hey, can I get my guys in at some point?

OOC: There's more than one stage, or do you want to work together?

A solid crystal grand piano was wheeled out and a slightly tall rather attractive woman in her mid twenties wearing a red ballroom dress and a red hijab the headscarf won by Muslim women walked out and sat on the crystal seat. She was at an angle so that people can see her partially, and the intricacies of each piano key hitting partially as well.

The very thin seventy-two year old man turned around and said,
"This is Nadiah al-Rashid, Brittonian pianist from a what is definitely a family of musicians. Her sister Fatima is an excellent flautist, touring throughout Brittonia, thus unable to make it. Her mother, Mary Johansson-al-Rashid is the greatest female soprano. Her father Akhabar al-Rashod", a small ear rolled down his eye, "dedicated his life to making people one bit happier through music. The great flautist, who taught Fatima much what she knows not, cannot make it here. He passed away several weeks ago due lung cancer. May he rest in peace."

The grand LCD boards above the orchestra previously showing Brain’s face showed the man's picture and said:

Akshar al-Rashid 1952-2007

Mr. Brain breathed in and said,
"Dedicating this song to him, here is Nadiah al-Rashid, playing "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica, with slight violin and viola accompaniment"

OOC: Mind if I take stage number three? If not, can we pretend it came on after whoever is up?

IC:

Rick Stanton came up on stage 3 with the rest of his band. All the indie rock music lovers had gathered. The hipster crowed stared apathetically, giving the equivalent of a roaring fan welcome.

Rick stepped up to the mic, and the rest got ready. "First of all, thank you all for coming tonight. We gotta thank all our fans, we started out in a garage in Nouvelle Paris, Yanitaria, and now we are singing in the biggest music festival in the world, it's such a great honor. We wrote a new song, just for the occasion. It's called 'Flu'"

The bass started playing...

(bass solo intro, followed by a guitar)

Finding time to write, I sit in class,
I look at you, but mostly at your ass,
I'm just too crazy to be with you,
my tangled up heart strings prolly got the flu

That time we slid down the banister is forgotten,
the time you told me that girl stuffs with cotton,
all for naught, I miss those days,
and my pen hit's the paper to right of the ways-

|Chorus| (sung much faster)
You became so popular
I am left to rot
You used to be my Bonnie
We tagged the whole school
I think my tangled up heart strings prolly got the flu

Who used to be there, skipping history
When you ditched that class, it was a mystery,
when walked out flipping of that head master,
we'd hit the ground running, faster, faster!

And when we got busted for booze,
for a night we could muse,
we thought of our good times
and were happy

|Chorus x3|


(OOC: I wrote the lyrics myself in about 10 minutes, so they probably suck. But in my head it made for a pretty nifty tune, something I would love to hear a real band do. Not that head music counts for anything)

On another stage, the Seven Oaths got ready. The lead singer, Erich Dagen, stepped forward. "Good evening to you all, people of Angaor. It´s a honour for us to be here tonight. We are the Seven Oaths. This is Friedrich Wolf", he gestured to the drummer, "and this is Reinhardt Sonnen. I´m Erich Dagen. We´re going to start with a new song. It´s called "Cruise Missiles".


We share a common destination.
Each person has their time to die.
But men are speeding up our journey.
By seeing what they can destroy with their
Cruise missiles (We’re living near those).
Cruise missiles (We’re looking for those).
Cruise missiles (They’re not five years away).

They’re building shelters for the privileged.
There won’t be room for you and me.
So read your pamphlets of precautions.
They’ll make you laugh until you see that those
Cruise missiles (We’re living near those).
Cruise missiles (We’re sitting on those).
Cruise missiles (They’re not five years away).

They claim the ultimate solution.
To all the problems that we face.
It’s pointing rockets at the Russians.
And hope they don’t end up in Greece. All those
Cruise missiles (We’re looking for those).
Cruise missiles (We’re standing near those).
Cruise missiles (They’re not 5 miles away).

They’re not 5 years away.
They’re not 5 miles away.
They’re not 5 miles away.

OOC: Translations from Nord-Brutlandese are in small text. Of course, they are singing in Nord-Brutlandese.
IC:
Derrico and his girls coursed through the backstage. "Noi s'nunca," he said as they watched the Zaheranians leave the stage.
"We're next."

Valori Màl was unique in that it was a post-grunge/hardcore/metal band with all-female instrumentalists and a lone male on vocals. The band was known for its songs full of seething emotions like anger and hate. Now they are going to perform one...

Derrico took the microphone. "We are Valori Màl, and these are my girls," he said with his deep hoarse voice, pointing his bandmates one by one. "This is sweet Francesca on guitars, angelic Angela on the other guitar, that's wild Natalia on bass, and rockin' Patricia on drums."

"You all ready to rock?" He yelled at the microphone with his thick Nord-Brutlandese accented English.

"Then let's begin."

[short guitar and bass intro]
(mellow)
Tagleco sum sdraíarsa on la pavio
Lying here sprawled on the floor
Oqueco son sagro, lacrimo e sudorio
Wet with blood, tears and sweat
Chischeco quam la fuche me diventarecce
Wondering how the f*ck I ended up like this
Verduneque emico... Me es c'e fuchecce
Everyone's enemy... I'm f*cked

(Derrico whips out a gun and points it to his temple.)
[drums enter]
(rueful)
Son la corisco on mi tempio
With the muzzle on my temple
E mi dito on la biscio
And finger on the trigger
Justi un'ivviso, s'estre
Just one jerk, it's all over

(angry)
Lasce la viollo rimbalzoce in mi cervele
Let the bullet ricochet in my brain
Lasce la sagro stienece nostra coscienze
Let the blood stain your conscience
Lasce la scompare ti portece felice
Let the departure bring happiness
(growl)
Lasce hoce ti la madrefuche desime!
Let this be the motherf*cking end!

(Derrico walks toward Francesca)
Tu innecce quam crutecche verio gental me
You knew how to kill me very softly
Defenzenissecce, splotecce te la vome
Stripped defenseless, exploited to the core
Nova me cadutecci te cergogne fagra
Now I've fallen to fatal disgrace
Percce di nostra bugi... Pento! Beovo! Negra!
Because of your lies... Pot. Kettle. Black!

(Derrico turns to nearby Natalia)
Son la corisco on mi tempio
With the muzzle on my temple
E mi dito on la biscio
And finger on the trigger
Justi un'ivviso, s'estre
Just one jerk, it's all over

Lasce la viollo rimbalzoce in mi cervele
Let the bullet ricochet in my brain
Lasce la sagro stienece nostra coscienze
Let the blood stain your conscience
Lasce la scompare ti portece felice
Let the departure bring happiness
(growl)
Lasce hoce ti la madrefuche desime!
Let this be the motherf*cking end!

(moment of silence)
[drums enter again]
Une... doze... treje!
One... two... three!

[all other instruments enter]
(Derrico goes to the other side of the stage to Angela)
(really angry, growling)
Tu voltecce mi vite inte inferne
You turned my life into hell
Tu voltecce la monde rescal me
You turned the world against me
Novo me volteche la mese
Now I will turn the tables

(Suddenly he points the gun at Angela and shoots)
[of course, one guitar ceases]
Mortecu!!!!
Die!!!!

(He turns around, point the gun at Francesca and shoots)
[of course, no more guitars]

(growl)
[B]La viollo rimbalzoche in nostra cervele
The bullet will ricochet in your brain
La sagro stieneche nostra cagnacare
The blood will stain your b*tch-face
La scompare porteche me felice
The departure bring me happiness
Hoce tiche nostra estre, madrefuche!
This will be your end motherf*cker!
(He shoots the bassist Natalia)

[drums remain]

[B]Me caccieche tu! Me caccieche tu!
I will hunt you down! I will hunt you down!
Ge correche e scondeche noval!
Go run and hide now!
Me caccieche tu! Ultro l'estre!
I will hunt you down! Until the end!
(He shoots the drummer Patricia)
(lights off)
(they all leave. of course, the shootings were all part of stage play.)

In the Dark stage a solo from a guitar and drum starts. People place their attention on it. The solos continue for at least one minute.

Then Nergal screams, lights turn on, fire and fireworks are blasted from the stage.

Nergal: G'Evening Angaor, ready for destruction?
The crowd screams: yeahhhh!
Nergal: Lets blow this fcking place

The music starts, the crowd goes crazy, and huge circle pit is created at the same time Nergal announces the music name.

Libertheme

[Background Lead: Seth]

In my church ov disbelief
It canst get no better
When days turn from black to grey
In church ov indifference
So innocent in their guilt
Perfect in their imperfection
Let my children play

[Lead: Seth]

In my church ov liberation
When doubts and fears wither away
I stand alone vs. the world
In the church ov man
Where god is trapped in human flesh
I never pray
In church ov pain
I spoil none but myself
Yet my monologue's unheard

[Lead: Seth]

In my church ov hope
Yearning for Thy sweet embrace
The waters ov Styx I have crossed
In this church ov sulphur rain
Flaming mouth ov Sheol
In my church ov broken word
It's so little that I ask
The brightest ov the days
The darkest ov the nights

[Lead: Nergal]

What once was
I wish no longer be
Fear ov separation is no more
One cosmic breath-the whole eternity
Unbroken flow ov awareness conquers entropy

The voyager, bathed in venusian rays
Let them shine through me
Split the seas
Awake inner divinity
The flame ov awareness comes to my eyes

((OOC: Will post more soon, show isn't over ;)))

The girls so elegantly stood out on stage. Nervous but ready. Their fast paced unusual drum intro and melody began followed by the first lines:

NOTE: DECRE or DECR stands for a Decrescendo SWELL will indicate when they Crescendo

"This song is dedicated to our very best friend Keiko Mitsuda."

Dark of Night Music by Yuka Nanri and Kaori Ioda, Lyrics by Asuka Yunya and Yukiko Ito


Verse: Unison
It's the dark of the night
and I call,
No one answers except for you my love

Verse: (each alternating)
Dark and night, rain and storm I'm all alone
won't someone please come be by my side
and save me from my self before it's too late

I'm slowly slipping away from everyone and everything
Why can't I grasp my self
Won't someone care and won't some one help?

(BREAK)

Help, Help, please help, someone help


CHORUS: (UNISON)

I feel so alone but then you come to make me feel better my dear love, why can't there be more like you? The pain is to great, how much longer can I stand? You tell me to hang... (trail)

Verse: (UNISON)

Dark and night, rain and storm
The cold washes over me like the water

Verse: (alternate)

Once more I've been beaten and put down
By the man who they call my father
No one cares no one helps it's an endless cycle
of torturer but then you come and rescue me
but it seems like it's not enough

Finally the pain of my suffering becomes to much and I alienate my self from others to spare them the pain of my pain, it's over no more I can't take it much longer

CHORUS: (UNISON)

I feel so alone but then you come to make me feel better my dear love, why can't there be more like you? The pain is to great, how much longer can I stand? You tell me to hang... (trail)

Now the time has come for me to end my self, my long suffering is over, my love please forgive me. (Alternate) It's over now I leap....(Fade)


Cheers and applause maybe staring out with such a sad song wasn't the best but they did it for Keiko. Now for a slightly more cheery song. Starting with a piano and koto intro.

The Four Season Music by Yuka Nanri Lyrics by Yuka Nanri, Kaori Idoa, and Yukiko Ito


Yuka: Ah what spring time means to me? The blooming of sakura. Ah it's a time for anewity. It's a lovely time of year (Swell) Flowers and bees the snow melts away, time to clean, time to emerge from our winter sleep, it's time for spring.

(Piano break)

Kaori: Summer time is great for me, it's full of fun and excitement. School lets out and children go play in the sun. (Swell with background vocals) Ice cream, swimming pools the hot weather makes me so happy (Decrec) Summer is a wonderful time, of the year. (Swell) It's a time of year for fun in the sun, it's the time for family barbecues. Spring and summer are great times for both, which could you chose as a fav, it's to hard....Why not both.

(Piano/Koto Break)

Asuka: Autumn is a fine time of the year. It's not to hot, nor to cold, it's just right and that's what I like fall is the perfect time. (Swell) The leaves begin to turn, it looks so pretty, (DECR) it's time for Halloween to come, get ready for Fall.

(Break)

Yukiko: Winter is a great time of the year. The snow falls and blankets with white beauty. Sledding and skiing, Christmas time is on it's way. (Swell) Snowball fights, and snowmen, hot cocoa by the warm fire. (DECR) Winter is a great time, for everyone.

GROUP: (SWELL) Four seasons all so wonderful, who could chose just one? (DECRE) Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter (DECR) Four Seasons, Four Seasons, these are our favorite seasons. (SWELL) Spring is rebirth, summer is fun, fall is beauty, Winter is the end...Then it starts again, in repeat...The Four Season. (Instrumental Trail)

Young spenc ran out of stage on which new brittionia peformed everybody loved each performance and wanted to here more from each band.

Seven Oaths set up again. "Okay people", Erich shouted," you want to hear another one?"
The crowd cheered, convincing him that this was indeed the case.
"This one is called "Battalions of Strangers".


The map has gone.
It's burning in the afternoon.
The smell's so strong.
No chance to waita way.
Gold medallions for the proud men in kahki.
Battalions of strangers. Battalions of strangers.

No one wants to lead the way.
Be the first death of the day.
Leave his family behind.
It must all be in the minds of
Battalions of strangers. Battalions of strangers...
Battalions of strangers. Battalions of strangers...

The sound of guns has given way to children's cries.
The war has come home.
The black smoke and the hordes of flies.
Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait.
Battalions of strangers. Battalions of strangers...

No one wants to lead the way.
Be the first death of the day.
Leave his family behind.
It must all be in the minds of
Battalions of strangers...
...Battalions of strangers.

The voice of calm from Gholgoth to the Pentagon.
Sound the alarm, and try to back the better one.
Gold medallions for men who must negotiate.
Battalions of strangers... Battalions of strangers.
Battalions of strangers... Battalions of strangers.

I think thats all the performance and judges can go ahead and judge

There was a small stage behind the big ones. As the sun set, several shady corpse-painted persons appeared on it, drawing the attention of some more extreme music fans at the festival. While most of them arrived to listen to the music, there were some who were curious of the band's peculiar look and instruments more than just the sound.

As the audience gathered, Satanislaus plugged his guitar - which was more like a scythe with strings than a musical instrument.

Lord Hrothgarishnack waved one of his hammers, then a second one, and then hit the cauldrons, which served as percussion, for several times.

Grwraagrrgwaagrrrr prepared his organs.

Finally, Belpheghorhoth, the vocalist of the band, struck several chords on his Evil Guitar and spoke to the gathered.

"GROARRR!!!!!"
"READY FOR MASSACRE!?"
There were cheers among the crowd.
"THIS IS GONNA BE AN OLD FOLK SONG. ONE WHICH WAS AMONG THE FIRST WE PLAYED."
Some of the audience already knew which one this was, and cheered with excitement.
"ONE OF RAGE, HATE AND LOVE, OF VALIANT SPIRIT OF ANCIENT WARRIORS!"
"I FEEL YOUR ANGER EVEN NOW! PREPARE FOR TOTAL MASSACRE ON THE UNHOLY PLAINS OF BLASHYRKH'S KINGDOM AMONG THE COUNTLESS MOUNDS OF THE FALLEN!!!"

on the unholy plains
of Blashyrkh's kingdom
among the mounds of the fallen
which were countless

countless they were
f***ing countless
yeah they were
shut up you moron

they were really countless
i swear to those
who lay there
I know and you don't

those who lay there
I forgot to add
they are countless too
warriors of the great battle


Now the refrain was about to start. Satanislaus was wildly waving his scythe, almost decapitating Lord Hrothgarishnack. Grwraagrrgwaagrrrr's helmet began spewing steam through breathing vents. Some of the gathered already engaged in fist-fight, while others started to fall back to safer locations. The security was pulling the former away.

they fought for evil
they fought for vengeance
they fought with power of Titans
strengthened by the fetuses they ate
for breakfast
(2x)

with no ketchup at all

on the unholy plains
of Blashyrkh's kingdom
the warriors fought and died
many of them fell

we remember their valour
their skill, their courage
their power we know all
and grimness

mighty was this bloodshed
valiantly they fought
under the great Blashyrkh
the evilest of them all


Again, the refrain sounded. FX guys began their job and smoke covered the scene.

they fought for evil
they fought for vengeance
they fought with power of Titans
strengthened by the fetuses they ate
for breakfast
(2x)

with no ketchup at all

now some words
about great Blashyrkh
none he spared alive
when he was sober

but he was drunk
and he tried to kill
the guy who wasn't real
most of the time

but he was evil
even when drunk
and drunken he led
his mighty warriors


Then a solo began; Belpheghorhoth's Evil Guitar spewed napalm as he played, then he and Satanislaus engaged in guitar solo duel, which quickly turned into a real fight. Somehow, they still managed to make a bit music even when fighting. Suddenly, ground trembled and a mound of skulls appeared wrom below the stage. Belpheghorhoth climbed it and stood on the top. The crowd was crazed. Lord Hrothgarishnack's cauldrons were almost smashed to pieces.

they made a mound
just like this one
of the skulls of punished
even despite they still fought

but they didn't care
and so they had to
constantly add new heads
and they were pissed off

you would be too
when you've almost ended
but there is more stuff
just like when washing up

so when they killed the enemy
they started to fight
among themselves
and they all died

they fought for evil
they fought for vengeance
they fought with power of Titans
strengthened by the fetuses they ate
for breakfast
(2x)

with no ketchup at all
with no ketchup at all

Finally, the song ended.


OOC: Nah, I'm a bit too extreme for this thread. I submit to Angaor's judgment :D

nah its not the lyrics are straight with me