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faolonfiendrender · 6 months
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Ranking pirate bands:
The mechanisms:10/10, I'm not sure I have to elaborate
Ye banished privateers:also 10/10, they ain't space pirates and they are very rowdy and occaisionally (as in often) they have a song that is a sex joke, Rise Against the Governor is rousing, the capstan shanty and drowned waltz are rather sad, and rowing with one hand is just funny in the context of the video.
Worldwide Adventures: 10/10, Okay, so they aren't billed as pirates, but they have three songs and all of them are about piracy, Swindlers ballad is great.
The Jolly Rogers:10/10, Will be singing the devils reach at any excuse.
I will not be ranking anything to have less than 10/10 today.
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turgid-cucumber · 1 year
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So. Sweden, a land full of great music, sends Loreen. Again.
The song is so weak and forgettable I can't even remember the name.
But Loreen gets to win again. With a song that says nothing, means nothing, and is nothing.
Meanwhile countries like Czechia (super meaningful song), Croatia (hilarious and very political), Austria (a weird but amazing bop), Germany (in last place despite an amazing song), and fucking Finland (with the catchiest song ever, a song that deserved to win), who all had memorable contributions, get sidelined.
It feels like cheating to let a past winner compete again.
And it feels like a joke for someone so forgettable to win twice. I can't be the only one who genuinely believes she's on the lower end of mediocre and one of the worst contestants this year, right???
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tma-entity-song-poll · 3 months
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Battle of the Fear Bands B2R1: The Corruption
Bring Out Your Dead:
“It's about a crew who accidentally carry plague where they go, but stay mostly unaffected themselves.”
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Grace for Sale:
“A very biblical corruption… filled with images of worms and mud and filth.”
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Bring Out Your Dead:
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
After seven months at sea, round cape horn with ivory, We reached the british piers at the old port of tangier. I went out to celebrate, with me Captain and first mate, We met with many wenches, gypsy girls and pretty Frenchies. A pretty lass and her sister, had a rash with nasty blisters, But I’ve had me share of shy afflictions, for lassies be me one addiction. One thing to another led, I fell asleep upon their bed, But woke next day with two dead whores and screams outside me door.
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
To find me drunken friends I ran, fer ye Spanish cost we sail begun. As soon as we set foot ashore, me throat felt swollen, dry and soar. I with an old physician met, fer a medical opinion get. He stared at me in stark dismay, said: -Son you’ve got bubonic plague!
Come next morning, the quack was dead, with pus-filled blisters on his head, but I felt stronger than before, and went out fer to the town explore. The streets with panicked men where filled, half the town in plague was killed. A flagellant procession yelled, repent or burn in hell!
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
We sailed up north to native land, fer London went our merry band. As we filled the taverns with our crew, I got a feel of déjà vu’. Like in every other town we’d been, since the day we lost McGuinn, people started turning pale, behind us now a deadly trail. Suddenly I saw all around, people dropping to the ground, Doctors clad in scary beaks, pushing barrows down the streets. Their rottening load of corpses grew, in all it was a horrid view. As a brazen bell the alleys rang, filled with dread I sang:
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
Grace for Sale:
A sheep has left the fold, Hoof beats go trotting, trotting Up to heaven, bold At the gates, knocking knocking
Sheep in wolfish clothes Holy jaws are dropping Up in Heaven's hold Plant my hooves, my hooks, my books
Once upon a time Heaven was a towered tower Tethered in its pride Castor's grace is sour, sour
Thought the ink was dried But hellish gardens flowered Ivy to be climbed Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds
My fairest wheels are turning
Hark the angels wail Bedtime is a-burning, burning We've got grace for sale How the worm is turning turning Lay you down to sleep With wicked little stories Count your missing sheep Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms
They burrow up the line
Serpents in the branches, branching Up those crooked vines Vultures of a feather hatching Circus lullabies Carousels are ramping up to heaven I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes
Tongues, tongues Slither in the mud That's how a carnival grows, my son Tongues, tongues Slither in the psalms That's how a carnival grows!
All these fickle beasts Heaven hath rejected, lapping Glory from our teats Each of them is tested, blessed Cast out for your sin Come here for redemption
We've got grace for cheap We've got grace for cheap Lest you end up bested, lost and torn to shreds, dissected
Tongues, tongues Slither in the mud Slither in the mud Slither in the mud That's how a carnival grows, my son That's how a carnival grows Tongues, tongues Slither in the psalms Slither in the psalms Slither in the psalms That's how a carnival grows, my son That's how a carnival grows
Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Cross your heart and hope to die It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Stick a needle in your eye It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Cross your heart and hope to die It's off to hell we go Fa la la, it's off to hell we go Stick a needle in your eye It's off to hell we go
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Bring out your knifes, bring out your knife, we're gonna kill Ceasar tonight,
We'll end his whole career , bring out your knifes, bring out your knifes.
Bring out your knifes, bring out your knife, we'll bring a stop to his his short life
We've reached the ides o' march, bring out your knifes, bring out your knifes!
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metalshockfinland · 9 months
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YE BANISHED PRIVATEERS Celebrate 15th Anniversary with New Standalone Single & Lyric Video 'Mates Together'
[Photo Credit: Samuel Pettersson] Sink me! The notorious pirates YE BANISHED PRIVATEERS offer a precious surprise from their treasury in the form of the brand new, catchy standalone single, “Mates Together”. Fighting side by side and ruling over the seven seas, the Swedish sea-pillagers celebrate an incredible blood bond of 15 years! Rowing through rough seas and salty winds, the track is…
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rwwinton · 7 days
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I'm currently reading a book about the British policy of transportation to the American colonies and have been thinking about this song every time I read a chapter. While convicts typically went to Virginia and Georgia was only briefly used as a place for those who would have otherwise been sent to debtor's prison, this song still calls to mind what people sentenced to transportation, often for petty crimes committed due to poverty, endured.
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prideandperdition · 1 month
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mootmead · 5 months
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I don't really like Christmas, and I loathe even more christmas songs, buuuuuuuuuuuuuut I'm gonna listening their christmas album on repeat until january. Like last year, and the year before that.
The whole playlist.
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rockyoushow · 2 years
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Symphonic Metal Icons XANDRIA Release New Single feat. Ralf Scheepers of Primal Fear & Official Music Video!
Symphonic Metal Icons XANDRIA Release New Single feat. Ralf Scheepers of Primal Fear & Official Music Video!
[photo: Tim Tronckoe] After breaking the silence with their recently released standalone single “Reborn” alongside introducing a new line-up, German symphonic metal icons XANDRIA continue this next chapter, promising adventure with a brand-new song, titled “You Will Never Be Our God”. The exciting, fresh offering features none other than Primal Fear frontman Ralf Scheepers, whose heavy voice…
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patricideapologist · 1 year
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Suggestion for next years french eurovision entry
Send Skáld
Sweden is clearly too much of a coward to send vikings so beat them on their own turf
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stormboundscholar · 8 months
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... 🎶 Bloody but unbowed I stand tall at the oar
And I'll climb their scaffold once they bring me back to shore
I'm master of my fate, I am captain of my soul
And I'll ride this boat, all the way, to hell! 🎶...
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faolonfiendrender · 1 year
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YO HO HEY HO
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27koi · 5 months
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my ex hated air supply so out of spite i have to love their music
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tma-entity-song-poll · 2 months
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Battle of the Fear Bands B2R2: The Corruption
Tongues and Teeth:
“The song is about the singer warning her partner that she's a toxic person who will destroy them, and they can't fix her, but she could be theirs if they're willing to get hurt for their love.”
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Bring Out Your Dead:
“It's about a crew who accidentally carry plague where they go, but stay mostly unaffected themselves.”
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Lyrics below the line!
Tongues & Teeth:
I've grown a mouth so sharp and cruel It's all that I can give to you, my dear And when you come in quick to steal a kiss My teeth will only cut your lips, my dear And I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything But if you're fine with that You can be mine like that Abandon all your stupid dreams About the girl I could have been, my dear 'Cause, in the night, I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear Oh, my dear You gotta know that this won't last Desperation will erase the fact I'm keeping all Of the answers in my cigarette box Yeah, the answer's in the second before the other shoe drops And if you're blind to that I am fine with that Oh, I will ruin you Oh, I will ruin you It's a habit, I can't help it I know that you mean so well But I am not a vessel for your good intent I will only break your pretty things I will only wring you dry of everything And if you're fine with that If you're fine with that I will poison all your happy thoughts I love you like the ashes in my cigarette box And if you're fine with that You can be mine If you're fine with that You can be mine Ho ho ho Ho ho ho Ha
Bring Out Your Dead:
Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead! After seven months at sea, round cape horn with ivory, We reached the british piers at the old port of tangier. I went out to celebrate, with me Captain and first mate, We met with many wenches, gypsy girls and pretty Frenchies. A pretty lass and her sister, had a rash with nasty blisters, But I’ve had me share of shy afflictions, for lassies be me one addiction. One thing to another led, I fell asleep upon their bed, But woke next day with two dead whores and screams outside me door. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead! To find me drunken friends I ran, fer ye Spanish cost we sail begun. As soon as we set foot ashore, me throat felt swollen, dry and soar. I with an old physician met, fer a medical opinion get. He stared at me in stark dismay, said: -Son you’ve got bubonic plague! Come next morning, the quack was dead, with pus-filled blisters on his head, but I felt stronger than before, and went out fer to the town explore. The streets with panicked men where filled, half the town in plague was killed. A flagellant procession yelled, repent or burn in hell! Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead! We sailed up north to native land, fer London went our merry band. As we filled the taverns with our crew, I got a feel of déjà vu’. Like in every other town we’d been, since the day we lost McGuinn, people started turning pale, behind us now a deadly trail. Suddenly I saw all around, people dropping to the ground, Doctors clad in scary beaks, pushing barrows down the streets. Their rottening load of corpses grew, in all it was a horrid view. As a brazen bell the alleys rang, filled with dread I sang: Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead! Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, from noble house and poor man’s shed, The plague has come to town, bring out your dead, bring out your dead. Bring out your dead, bring out your dead, to the pyres bright and red. We’ve reached the end of days, bring out your dead, bring out your dead!
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zarithial · 8 months
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sorry there’s sleeper agent part of my brain that activates whenever i hear the words The Ocean
its alright, i understand. Unfortunately i am going to curse you with a song in-turn. Go listen to Drowned Waltz, boy (gn).
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metalshockfinland · 2 years
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XANDRIA & VISIONS OF ATLANTIS: On Co-Headline Tour Through Europe
XANDRIA & VISIONS OF ATLANTIS: On Co-Headline Tour Through Europe
Catch symphonic metal masters XANDRIA and VISIONS OF ATLANTIS joining forces on their co-headline tour SYMPHONIC METAL NIGHTS at more than 30 shows in more than a month. The tour kicks off next week! Labelmates YE BANISHED PRIVATEERS will join them on this massive tour all over Europe! Check out the list of dates below: 08.09.22 DE – Hamburg / Logo09.09.22 DK – Copenhagen / Spillestedet…
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