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Childe Roland
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Literature Text
Refrain:
Childe Roland to the dark castle came
Chains and trapdoors, dungeons and dragons
Wait to join in his deadly game
Verses:
Childe Roland has a six-stringed axe
His hair is long and his morals are lax
They taught him at school, see a dragon - strike
but he doesn't know what the damn thing looks like
He sees two doors in the bright moonlight
One leads to the dark, and the other to light
They taught him at school, dragons fear the sun
So he ups and walks through the Gate of the Night
Childe Roland's living on the dark side
Danger's his valet, silence his bride
He slays his dragons with his screaming axe
And he tosses their heads to the brighter side
Childe Roland don't like the dark no more
Dragon-slaying's too weary a chore
He dreams of gold and damsels in white
So he seeks them out in the bright sunlight
Childe Roland is in the palace of the king
His trusty old axe is now a rusty old thing
Uses the dark when he needs crack or lays
Switches off the roomlight, headbangs and plays
Childe Roland to the dark castle came
Young, with hopes of earning great fame
But noone looked when he did his own thing
He's given it up and plays the mainstream's game
Childe Roland to the dark castle came
Chains and trapdoors, dungeons and dragons
Wait to join in his deadly game
Verses:
Childe Roland has a six-stringed axe
His hair is long and his morals are lax
They taught him at school, see a dragon - strike
but he doesn't know what the damn thing looks like
He sees two doors in the bright moonlight
One leads to the dark, and the other to light
They taught him at school, dragons fear the sun
So he ups and walks through the Gate of the Night
Childe Roland's living on the dark side
Danger's his valet, silence his bride
He slays his dragons with his screaming axe
And he tosses their heads to the brighter side
Childe Roland don't like the dark no more
Dragon-slaying's too weary a chore
He dreams of gold and damsels in white
So he seeks them out in the bright sunlight
Childe Roland is in the palace of the king
His trusty old axe is now a rusty old thing
Uses the dark when he needs crack or lays
Switches off the roomlight, headbangs and plays
Childe Roland to the dark castle came
Young, with hopes of earning great fame
But noone looked when he did his own thing
He's given it up and plays the mainstream's game
My good friend LED had been bugging me for ages to write lyrics for one his band's - bLUNTED vISION - music compositions. One night a couple of weeks ago, I finally got frustrated with life enough to write and sing my first hard metal song. The song itself is a power ballad and has high-pitched screams at the verse endings. The last refrain comes with an 8-bar shriek that tangled up my vocal chords for 3 days.
Aspiring cover artists may kindly show up at Saarang 2006 to hear the song in person at PowerChord and, presumably, Decibels. I do not intend to disclose the tab at the moment.
P.S. It's supposed to be an ALLEGORY
Aspiring cover artists may kindly show up at Saarang 2006 to hear the song in person at PowerChord and, presumably, Decibels. I do not intend to disclose the tab at the moment.
P.S. It's supposed to be an ALLEGORY
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I think, no, I'm certain that I'm not getting out of this poem what you put into it... but then again I love it for a variety of reasons, some of which are indeed musical, as I define 'musical'.
Anyway, 'tis lovely. Hooray.
Mind you, that extra 'e' bugs me a teensy bit.
Anyway, 'tis lovely. Hooray.
Mind you, that extra 'e' bugs me a teensy bit.