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Some time after a young boy slipped back through the door without a word to anyone, with a pocket full of sugar cubes and a guitar pick that mysteriously existed to be passed from guitarist to guitarist in a neverending loop of time-pretzel...
Toki Wartooth, being his usual Rock God self may have been getting a little carried away over in one of the less crowded areas. There was not only his usual Flying V - currently propped in a stand, but a... grandspas guitar. It was the acoustic which was in Toki's hands just momentarily, and he was playing a tune by - not his band, but one of the bands he liked.
And he was singing.
" Your bright enchanting smile
Reminds me of the day when I learnt
That nothing lasts forever
And your goodwill's just another hoax of your kind
Time and time again
That feeling had got lost and ever since
I've tried to understand the meaning of
My inner self conviction I lied (to myself)
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last 'till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again
The lovely beeches told me to think for myself;
to bury down the lies of other minds...and I know
I cannot be last but first
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last 'till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again"
From there, Toki easily spun the acoustic around to his back with the strap on his shoulder, picking up the electric, and continued, singing the chorus once more, playing the electric guitar with just as much grace and beauty as he'd been playing the acoustic. It got progressively more chaotic, more dark with every moment.
"Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again"
And he started growling, low, gutteral, the lyrics no longer lilting and light, but snarling and altogether cacophonous.
"Torturize in the night I am falling down - into the dark
Deep within it's a dream I cannot control - It's killing me"
He started singing once more,
"My human conscience is dragging me down - into the dark
The temptress whispers..."again"... - It's killing me
Skywards"
The song finished and he pulled the acoustic guitar from his shoulders, set it on the stand, and proceeded to play some tunes that seemed folk in nature, though wholly modernized due to the sting of the electric in his hands. Botherable, of course.
Toki Wartooth, being his usual Rock God self may have been getting a little carried away over in one of the less crowded areas. There was not only his usual Flying V - currently propped in a stand, but a... grandspas guitar. It was the acoustic which was in Toki's hands just momentarily, and he was playing a tune by - not his band, but one of the bands he liked.
And he was singing.
" Your bright enchanting smile
Reminds me of the day when I learnt
That nothing lasts forever
And your goodwill's just another hoax of your kind
Time and time again
That feeling had got lost and ever since
I've tried to understand the meaning of
My inner self conviction I lied (to myself)
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last 'till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again
The lovely beeches told me to think for myself;
to bury down the lies of other minds...and I know
I cannot be last but first
As we all know, time consumes our daily gladness
That cannot last 'till the day after
From this I will hide myself
Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again"
From there, Toki easily spun the acoustic around to his back with the strap on his shoulder, picking up the electric, and continued, singing the chorus once more, playing the electric guitar with just as much grace and beauty as he'd been playing the acoustic. It got progressively more chaotic, more dark with every moment.
"Skywards again, I search for my dimension
People don't know how I am alive
Experience has taught to count every single move
Now I know I'm standing alone
Stone after stone I'm moulding my shelter
I watch it grow with endless delight
Carry me, carry me all your devotion
Deep in my heart to see my haven fall once again"
And he started growling, low, gutteral, the lyrics no longer lilting and light, but snarling and altogether cacophonous.
"Torturize in the night I am falling down - into the dark
Deep within it's a dream I cannot control - It's killing me"
He started singing once more,
"My human conscience is dragging me down - into the dark
The temptress whispers..."again"... - It's killing me
Skywards"
The song finished and he pulled the acoustic guitar from his shoulders, set it on the stand, and proceeded to play some tunes that seemed folk in nature, though wholly modernized due to the sting of the electric in his hands. Botherable, of course.