From ec4cc1f199ee4dcddb372b826d5dd6a6b5fcaf51 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "(quasar) nebula" Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2020 17:59:12 -0400 Subject: data tweaks & final lyric updates! --- album/the-grubbles.txt | 15 +++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 15 insertions(+) (limited to 'album/the-grubbles.txt') diff --git a/album/the-grubbles.txt b/album/the-grubbles.txt index 8102bde..11c5cf1 100644 --- a/album/the-grubbles.txt +++ b/album/the-grubbles.txt @@ -13,12 +13,27 @@ Duration: 1:58 URLs: - https://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/broom-temperature - https://youtu.be/HmPs0DNemyg?list=PLo6jbRGXGrtjQOs-3_TbJ6SvFBUEhztgj +Lyrics: + [Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin'
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin'
Low and diiiirtyyy
Show y'all how to bring the hurt we
Have been hurt oftennnn + About now, I bet you're askin'
Who are these punks?
Or maybe you think we should fetch you a drink?
Well in low-blood fashion you can suck my chitin chunk + Dammek is bronze and burnished
I'm just the rust
Try to test our mettle, and when the dust settles
Your regret will be earnest and your blood spilled to stain the dust + Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin'
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin'
Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin'
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin'
Low and diiiirtyyy
Show y'all how to bring the hurt we
Have been hurt by highbloods + Blood boils
Blood boils + Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin'
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin'
Drop to your knees, but come back up swingin'
Not just a broom but the truth that we're slingin'
Low and diiiirtyyy
Show y'all how to bring the hurt we-] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Track: Frondly Warning Duration: 2:19 URLs: - https://homestuck.bandcamp.com/track/frondly-warning - https://youtu.be/5Bp4v_w5Y0o?list=PLo6jbRGXGrtjQOs-3_TbJ6SvFBUEhztgj +Lyrics: + [You pose, all gold and gleaming
A ten dressed to the nines
Spongeclots deaf to our screaming
And to the changing times + Stay swimming in your mentions
Too cold to feel what's coming
Why do we mask intentions?
All you hear is drumming, drumming + Drumming, drumming, drumming, drumming
Drumming, drumming, drumming
Drumming, drumming, drumming, drumming
Drumming, drumming, drumming + Don't bother looking for us
As if you even would
Just jam out to the chorus
As if you understood + We sing a song of freedom
The best track is the last
Liner notes, hey did you read 'em?
We sang your epitaph + Blood boils, blood boils
Blood boils, blood boils
Blood boils, blood boils
Blood boils, blood boils + Baby queen of calamari
Gonna fry and dip you
Way too late to say you're sorry
Way too late to fix you] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Track: Ghost Mound Duration: 2:02 -- cgit 1.3.0-6-gf8a5