[Voice]
So....I remembered way back when Rocketbilly and I messed around the idea of a ballad for this place. A right country-ish one. No I'm no good at country, if you ask me, or at pushing everything into wordy verses, I kind of like my music a little more fluff with lyrics, but that's cause I got used to writing for Linda.
But I was bored so I thought I'd try my hand at it again, and I only really have a first bit and a chorus, and it's gotta get broken up a little more somehow so- eh, I know the words are pretty bad, go ahead, but I thought it'd give it a little whirl for fun anyway. So eh...
[There's a rustle of a few papers, and he carefully strums a few tune up chords before launching into songsville...very talky and folksy, and Demyx fumbles around a bit with the mouthful of what he's written down.]
There was a city in Fortuna just a sleepy fishing town
Warring with Accido and the bombs were rainin' down
Atropos virus struck, the folks were out of luck
Nothin' to defend, Could'a been the end
But some scientists decided they would turn the place around
Now I woke up in the gutter, thought 'I should be dead'
Between the acid rain thought it might all be in my head
Powers all gone out, monsters all about,
Found inside my coat, with a scribbled note,
"Use this" but wondered how much more was left unsaid
There were others in the city comin' in from far and wide,
A hundred worlds or more just tryin' to survive in stride,
Reavers and surprises, troubles of all sizes,
Had to stick together through all crazy kinds of weather
And most of all the people how they cried:
Ohhhh!
Discedo take me home,
Discedo take me home,
Discedo take me home...
Ehhhh...that's all I got so far. There'll be more about...headless posters in the subway and ghosts and that satellite and murderings and posion gas and John Summers and Malice and eh....what other stuff needs to go in The Ballad of Discedo?
But I was bored so I thought I'd try my hand at it again, and I only really have a first bit and a chorus, and it's gotta get broken up a little more somehow so- eh, I know the words are pretty bad, go ahead, but I thought it'd give it a little whirl for fun anyway. So eh...
[There's a rustle of a few papers, and he carefully strums a few tune up chords before launching into songsville...very talky and folksy, and Demyx fumbles around a bit with the mouthful of what he's written down.]
There was a city in Fortuna just a sleepy fishing town
Warring with Accido and the bombs were rainin' down
Atropos virus struck, the folks were out of luck
Nothin' to defend, Could'a been the end
But some scientists decided they would turn the place around
Now I woke up in the gutter, thought 'I should be dead'
Between the acid rain thought it might all be in my head
Powers all gone out, monsters all about,
Found inside my coat, with a scribbled note,
"Use this" but wondered how much more was left unsaid
There were others in the city comin' in from far and wide,
A hundred worlds or more just tryin' to survive in stride,
Reavers and surprises, troubles of all sizes,
Had to stick together through all crazy kinds of weather
And most of all the people how they cried:
Ohhhh!
Discedo take me home,
Discedo take me home,
Discedo take me home...
Ehhhh...that's all I got so far. There'll be more about...headless posters in the subway and ghosts and that satellite and murderings and posion gas and John Summers and Malice and eh....what other stuff needs to go in The Ballad of Discedo?