Musique pour accompagner le voyage d'une goutte d'eau au sein d'un nuage, emportée par les courants d'air

L’image s'appelle “Exit”, de Nexumorphic. Voilà le lien pour celles et ceux que ça intéresse (beaucoup de monde j'espère, sa galerie est géniale) : https://www.nexumorphic.com/artwork-sovereignty

Nuâme

A character piece I wrote dedicated to Jessie from the webserial Twig by Wildbow. You can read and support his work here: https://twigserial.wordpress.com/

Loyal Memory

Belarus

Original Song from Lin Manuel Miranda's Hamilton, lyrics based on characters and situations from Worm, by J.C McCrae, available here: https://parahumans.wordpress.com/

Coil and Lyrics: Crispy
Dinah: Elle (https://elle-arts.tumblr.com/)

LYRICS:

Coil: You say
The price of my pet’s not a price that you’re willing to pay
You whine,
“I just joined this gang to rob banks, you know, victimless crimes!”
Oh grow up!
Before you throw stones remember the house you’re inside
Is just as corrupt
So you might as well stick with us, and… oh yes: Besides,

You need me, I’ve made sure
It’s too costly to walk out the door
You need me, as I prefer,
From skull-faced capes, down to my creepy chauffeur
They simply ask, I supply
Or just vaguely promise that “I’ll try”
So if you have complaints, 
I’ll request that you direct them to Trickster, or his monster in restraints!

Da da da dat da, dat da da da da ya da
etc…

You say that Dinah’s plight is too frightening and sad
But if you buzz off, what are the odds, she ever goes home to mum and dad?
(Dinah: Two-point-four-three per cent / Coil: Shut up!)
And sure! Some day I’ll free her
When I’m the Bay’s new leader
Or the face of East-North-East, or
Lets say: when I don’t need her
If ever, if ever,
If ever, if ever, if ever...

You need me, and always will
For there’s always some new void to fill
In your veins, or in your heart
And for all the rest there’s Mastercard
So go on, glare! Ball your fists,
But you come at the king, you best not miss
And any time, till you take your shot
I can torture you for hours, and erase you with a thought!

Da da da dat da, dat da da da da ya da (etc)
Now in two parts!
Da da da dat da, dat da da da da ya da (etc)



Thank you, Mr Pitter / Oh, Mr Pitter?
That’ll be all  / One more thing...

You Need Me (Coil)

The End of Guts and Glory (or: Congratulations)

Original Song from Lin Manuel Miranda's Hamilton, lyrics based on characters and situations from Worm, by J.C McCrae, available here: parahumans.wordpress.com/

CAST:
Victoria and Lyrics: Crispy
Amy: Torchide


LYRICS: 
VICTORIA (and AMY): Amy. What did you do?

(...Victoria)

Congratulations
You‘ve just done something so utterly twisted
Things worse than this? That’s a short fucking list, sis
Fooled us into thinking you were this big altruist, shit:
Your circle in hell won’t even be listed

You know, I persisted,
Helping dad though the dazes that made up his daily existence,
“There must be some risk, that’s why she can’t assist him,”
Mum said we should insist: I resisted,

Now I learn that what you were most afraid of
Is what you’d do to me if you ever took your chains off?
And what, you supercharge my dopamine gland,
and you think I’m just gonna turn to putty in your hands? No! 
So congratulations!

(No, no Victoria, it’s worse than that,
Victoria)

You ruined everything, for nothing,
Congratulations!

(Just let me fix it, and I’ll go)

Fix it?
Amy: I get you’ve just been through a gauntlet of shit,
you don’t think this one night should define you,
But there was no Bonesaw when Dean lay dying,
And suddenly I couldn’t find you,

And I just had to guess you did your best yesterday,
And you still think that you can wish this all away,

But I’ll tell you why that just can’t be...

(Victoria)

You’re not touching me.

I knew my sister like I knew my own mind,
With one violation I’ve had my foundations fractured twice,
And the first I could withstand, but the second bites,
So why would I trust you to make this right?
I always loved you, Amy! Me! I did! Alone!
But now I can’t know which of my emotions are my own!

Amy! 

(Victoria)

While your offer’s kind and quaint,
I’ll find someone else to fix me, or just dig deep and find some fucking self-restraint,

And hey, congratulations!
“Not be your father”: that was your plan?
This act was so heinous, a better claim is,
You just surpassed the man:
Congratulations!

Wormilton

The End of Guts and Glory (or: Congratulations)

Music by me, Lyrics by RIPinPeaceMyLastAcnt and Vocals by drv168
Lyrics :

Buried under 
My father's home
There is a body 
of whom we don't know

Just as a child I pulled you from the earth
And asked who where you for what did you deserve
And my teachers said nothing, nothing was in the books
And the government said nothing there's only glory in what we took
But someone shattered your tiny legs
And starved you thin and burnt your beds

But now that I'm older 
I think I know
I was born a leach 
Sucking to grow

I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men
I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men
I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men

Buried under 
My father's home
There is a body 
And we all know

my fathers home

Feat saucyjack85 for the lyrics and jeanxujeong for the vocals


I can see the deep
And I'm gone
To lush fields of green
Where email doesn't reach
And I can get some peace

Chorus:
Coming back to earth again
Outta office space, outta office space
Reconnect with the world again
And my place in it

Verse 2:
Staring at the schedule
Responsibilities rack up 
Briefings and meetings
From the mornings to the evenings

He said "I need you in early tomorrow"
That's fine
She said "Have you finished that report?"
My bad
They said "Can you skip your break today?"
Yeah sure
They said "Can you order more ink toner?"
Can do...

Can do attitude
Can do with some time off
I'm not in the mood
In my mind I'm already gone

Pre chorus: 
I'm gone
To a place in the sun
Where they serve bright drinks
With pineapple in them

I'm gone

Original Song from Lin Manuel Miranda's Hamilton, lyrics based on characters and situations from Worm, by J.C McCrae, available here: https://parahumans.wordpress.com/

Taylor, Tattletale, Regent, Lyrics: Crispy
Armsmaster: DANxDan
Bitch: Torchide
Grue: Rein

LYRICS:

COMPANY:
2011. April.
The docks at Brockton.

TAYLOR (and ARMSMASTER):
Hello there, fellow caped crusader!
(Bug girl! You come up with a name, or…)
I’m tryna find one without villainous implications. (Sure,
Well you clearly sewed those clothes yourself: How about Tailor?) 

That… won’t work.
I want to tell you straight with no dissembling,
Cos I suspect your helmet has a lie detector in,
I have a plan, hands-off for you so don’t go stressing
The Undersiders asked me to join
		(…and you’re accepting.)

Yes! I’ll be your spy! I’ve been with them 48 hours,
I have their names, their lair location, information on their powers,
So now just one more thing…
	(Wait… Stop! What do you want from me?)
Well, we’re a gang committing crimes, I need immunity

(What crime?) No. (Their lair?) No! (Their names?) Absolutely not,
There’s a power in play lets them know that I talked and then you get squat
 (And what have I got now?)
Uh, the head of the ABB?
(You gave me a dying man, who needed help sitting down to pee!)

(…My help.)
...What?
(Twice, today)
Wow… that seems really unreasonab-
 (I’m being punished, for how his body parts decayed)
Oh, so this is my fault!?.../ (Listen,
You wanna end up dead?)
I think I can handle some dogs- Wait two?
		(Two killers in that gang, they’ll have your head)

TATTLETALE:
Yo yo yo yo yo
What time is it?

UNDERSIDERS:
Flashback!

ARMSMASTER:
She’ll move in instead...

UNDERSIDERS:
Flashback! Flashback!

TATTLETALE:
Yo, I’m Tattletale, and the place to be,
Is apparently the Brockton Bay Library, hah!
Now you’re off your guard, come parley with the team, but
Don’t eat! I’ll pack you a lunchbox – it's on me.

REGENT:
Oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Alec
I mean, I don’t speak French, where’s Montreal, who’s Quebec?
With my hi-tech sceptre, I make the heroes dance
Unlike others, I’m so scary cos I’ll make you shit your pants! Whaaa-?

BITCH:
Woof, bark. I am Bitch, friends call me Bitch.
I so much as whistle or twitch, and you’ll need stitches,
If you lock up canines in cages,
I’ll find you and rage, and do violence in spades,
Till you’re spayed – 

TATTLETALE:
			-OK!
Rachel, creative, but that was pretty gruesome,
Let’s move on, and introduce Grue, son!

GRUE:
Yeah, I’m the leader of this sorry band of misfits
The ones you didn’t kick into shit think you’re a good fit? 

TATTLETALE: 
...oh my god...

ARMSMASTER:
Yeah, good luck with this terrible plan,
I won’t let on I know you, I would just look bad.

TAYLOR:
BOO!
Alright, Mr Suspicious, don’t look past ambition,
And when I come in from the cold, I’ll just talk to Miss Militia!

Armsmaster, Sir

music from "J'attends la Nuit"
directed by Arthur Chaumay

vocals: Mylène Ballion

full soundtrack on streaming platforms and at: https://arthurdairaine.bandcamp.com/album/jattends-la-nuit

Simon (feat. Mylène Ballion)

Cast: (in order of appearance)

Tattletale: Torchide
Grue: Rueben M
Regent: MrCatfish (MrCatfishing.tumblr.com)
Bitch and Taylor: Crispy

Ensemble: HatlessAZN (https://soundcloud.com/hatlessazn)
Tristan Vanyai
Hannah Crowther
Asheyguru 

Original Song from Lin Manuel Miranda's Hamilton, lyrics based on characters and situations from Worm, by J.C McCrae, available here: parahumans.wordpress.com/


Lyrics are too long to fit here, so I've posted them on Reddit:
https://www.reddit.com/r/Parahumans/comments/gy7hg3/its_wormilton_3_the_bank_robbery_enjoy/

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