A group of girls (
) went for a swim and stumbled upon a deserted island. On the deserted island, the girls found an entrance to an ancient tomb (
). The girls decided to explore the tomb for a while before returning to shore. Inside the tomb, there was an altar (
). One of the girls got too curious and stole a tablet from the altar (
). Suddenly, an Eldritch Abomination emerged out of the tomb (
).
Presenting: King Crimson's In The Court Of The Crimson King
21st Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man
I Talk To The Wind
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there
And I've been in between
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
I'm on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
You don't possess me
Don't impress me
Just upset my mind
Can't instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear
Said the straight man to the late man
Where have you been
I've been here and I've been there and
I've been in between
Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams
Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Crying
Crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Moonchild
Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lonely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow.
Talking to the trees of the
Cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Weaving silver wands to the
Night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain.
She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden.
Lovely moonchild
Drifting on the echoes of the hours.
Sailing on the wind
In a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
With the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child
The Court Of The Crimson King
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
The choir softly sing
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue
For the court of the crimson king
The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes
The black queen chants the funeral march
The cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour
The pattern juggler lifts his hand
The orchestra begin
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king
On soft grey mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
No more Mr. Nice Guy / No more Mr. Clean / No more Mr. Nice Guy / They say, "he's sick, he's obscene!"So, you guys know that meme that’s making the round that says “edm kids be like I love this song” and it’s a bunch of obnoxious noises? I hate that meme because....it’s meant to be a diss and for me it’s true. Time for an Arimo Over-Analysis here but, I’m glad I started listening to more electronic music because I feel like I was meant to listen to it. I always like to listen to sounds because I can feel the rhythm in them. Washing machines, alarms, sirens, footsteps, when I hear sounds like these, I can’t help but hear the base of a song waiting to happen. I can see musical potential in pretty much any kind of noises I hear. That’s why I’m fascinated by samples so much too. anyway my name is arimo tonakai and this was my ted talk
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Edited by TotallyNotAnAlien on Nov 11th 2019 at 9:23:02 AM
No more Mr. Nice Guy / No more Mr. Clean / No more Mr. Nice Guy / They say, "he's sick, he's obscene!"By the way, I don't have a desktop or a laptop. I had to make that shitpost on an iPad.
No more Mr. Nice Guy / No more Mr. Clean / No more Mr. Nice Guy / They say, "he's sick, he's obscene!"modern electronic music is diverse and weird and beautiful, you just gotta find the stuff that resonates with you
for me, that's a lot of different subgenres. house, future bass, indietronica, wonky, electropop, dubstep (in both the American and English forms), d'n'b, IDM... they're different and all of them are valid
Edited by Tre on Nov 11th 2019 at 10:32:17 AM
oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘It seems like Spotify.me always puts Around the World and/or Musique in its recommendation playlists for me without fail. It’s like clockwork. Thanks Spotify I totally haven’t heard these songs before >:V
Edited by arimothereindeer on Nov 11th 2019 at 7:33:58 AM
Reindeer in the direction of reindeerModern rock is kind of like that. Everyone thinks all modern bands sound like Imagine Dragons or Greta Van Fleet, but if you look deep enough you'll find King Gizzard And The Lizard Wizard.
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You don't know King Gizz?
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...interesting...
No more Mr. Nice Guy / No more Mr. Clean / No more Mr. Nice Guy / They say, "he's sick, he's obscene!"

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