Thought I had posted this here in the past, but apparently not
In preparing for some musical hijinks including a number of strange instruments, I've been digging through old stuff I've written and came across one that I'd forgotten about:
Cthulhu's On My Voicemail
(played on mandolin and stumpf fiddle... if our practice this past weekend counts for anything ;-) )
Cthulhu's On My Voicemail
I took a job near Boston, in a quaint New England town.
The people seemed a little odd; the preacher wore a strange gold crown.
I thought something was fishy, I wondered what was going on,
then I found an old book in the den, called The Necronomicon.
Now Cthulhu's on my voicemail, Azatoth's at the door.
Yog Sothoth's in the basement and Brown Jenkin's crawling 'cross the floor.
I've got rats in the walls, Keziah's in the attic; I wish they'd go away.
And Cthulhu's on my voicemail, its gonna be that kind of day.
I heard a whisper in the dark, and a scuttle on the lawn.
I went out to investigate but the noises all were gone.
There are colors leaking out of the well and the trees all glow at night.
I've got a funny feeling that something isn't right.
Because Cthulhu's on my voicemail, Azatoth's at the door.
Yog Sothoth's in the basement and Brown Jenkin's sneaking 'cross the floor.
I've got rats in the walls, Keziah's in the attic; why won't they go away?
And Cthulhu's on my voicemail for the second time today.
Father Dagon took me to a baseball game; we had a pretty good time.
He caught a fly ball with his pesudopod, I'd keep it but it's covered in slime.
Mother Hydra took me out to lunch, and I just had to laugh.
They served us calamari stew, so she ate the kitchen staff.
And Cthulhu's on my voicemail, Azatoth's at the door.
Yog Sothoth's in the basement and Brown Jenkin's sitting on the floor.
I've got rats in the walls, Keziah's in the attic; it seems they're here to stay.
And Cthulhu's on my voicemail, it's his third message today.
"That is not dead which can eternal lie", so that old book said.
"And with strange eons even death may die." I guess I shouldn't read in bed.
I thought it was a bad dream, from that crazy book I found.
Until I checked my voicemail, and heard that slurping sound.
Yes, Cthulhu's on my voicemail, Azatoth's at the door.
Yog Sothoth's in the basement and Brown Jenkin's dancing on the floor.
I've got rats in the walls, Keziah's in the attic; I don't know what to say.
Cause Cthulhu's on my voicemail, and he wants to come and play!
Opinions?
:mittens: for fitting in all the references, as well as getting the damn couplet to rhyme in with it all!
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It takes talent to put all that into one piece! Good work!!!
:lulz: This is wonderfully upbeat! :mittens:
i crapped
Stolen for Intermittens #5, kthx
Fione with me, if you would please, just change:
(played on mandolin and stumpf fiddle... if our practice this past weekend counts for anything wink )
to
a duet for mandolin and stumpf fiddle
Okay, awesome.