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A sketch, unfortunately my microphone broke so I had to record to though the internal Mac-microphone, which, I suppose, most of you would not recommend. Anyway, you have something in your head, what you gonna do huh? This is what I did, for now.
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Lyrics
Trolls and Humans
He knew he was a bit off place, a plump, old Troll in a human place
It doesn't matter, he told himself - what matters is that I can be myself, right?
He went up to the bar and ordered a Double Scotch, and then another, and another and another
He got pretty drunk as per usual, it doesn't matter, when you're a troll you gonna fall anyway
You gonna lay on tables, and read dark and depressive poetry
You gonna throw up, get thrown out and fall asleep
You're gonna dream of all that beauty, that will hit you one day
You gonna wake up proud of yourself and do it all over fucking again
A Troll has his own territory
A Troll always writes his own stories
No matter what he says, it's all made up
Hey, ho, hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
A Troll always dreams, and like any other dreamer, they believe in it
and they want to dream, like Frank Zappa & The Mothers, like John & Yoko and the others
and they do, but they fail, as their heads shed their tears and their blood boils hotter than the sun
Nothing weird about it, it's like love, like you humans should know all about
Dreaming is hard work for a Troll, but with a bar it's easier
Jump in, drink, thrown out, drink for pleasure, drink for pain, shut of the brain
Come out to please you, little Troll, come out for fun, let's find a dive
and lose control…
A Troll has his own territory
A Troll always writes his own stories
No matter what he says, it's all made up
Hey, ho, hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
© M 2011
He knew he was a bit off place, a plump, old Troll in a human place
It doesn't matter, he told himself - what matters is that I can be myself, right?
He went up to the bar and ordered a Double Scotch, and then another, and another and another
He got pretty drunk as per usual, it doesn't matter, when you're a troll you gonna fall anyway
You gonna lay on tables, and read dark and depressive poetry
You gonna throw up, get thrown out and fall asleep
You're gonna dream of all that beauty, that will hit you one day
You gonna wake up proud of yourself and do it all over fucking again
A Troll has his own territory
A Troll always writes his own stories
No matter what he says, it's all made up
Hey, ho, hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
A Troll always dreams, and like any other dreamer, they believe in it
and they want to dream, like Frank Zappa & The Mothers, like John & Yoko and the others
and they do, but they fail, as their heads shed their tears and their blood boils hotter than the sun
Nothing weird about it, it's like love, like you humans should know all about
Dreaming is hard work for a Troll, but with a bar it's easier
Jump in, drink, thrown out, drink for pleasure, drink for pain, shut of the brain
Come out to please you, little Troll, come out for fun, let's find a dive
and lose control…
A Troll has his own territory
A Troll always writes his own stories
No matter what he says, it's all made up
Hey, ho, hey, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
© M 2011
alackbass
When the full ensemble came in it all made sense. Big sound. Great production. Quite an adventurous piece!