Monsters and even Magic take different forms in our modern world. Though some are still like we hear in tales, but some take new forms… this playlist features Sirens, Werewolves, Vampires, Dragons, Devils, Supervillians, Demons, Cults and Revenant/Cyborg/Frankensteins! Magic in the future could be just technology and our heroes today use medicine to cure cancerous beasts.

The dragons and demons are Producers who exploit young singers. Puff is an obvious reference here.

So it is not all gloom, it also features Surgeons, Good Global Organisations and Brave Princesses.

Musically there is calypso, country, metal, jazz, pop, musical cabaret, folk, rap and doo-wop. Sit back, and journey into a world of Myths, Monsters and Magic

Sc͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑   M༽𝔬༽𝔫༽𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

Ellerin Değmesin-model

Oh, Blue Morgue, neon heart, flickerin’ quiet truth—
He's a paradox, an old, sweet youth,
He brews his kisses dark, no cream, no sugar,
Mmm I’m stirrin’ the void, just hopin’ it’ll…
Taste like love, not the crypt’s aftershave,
Blue Morgue, keep my soul if he’s calling me to my grave.

Blue Morgue Café - Espresso >ᵥ_ᵥ< ☕︎

Oh, the sun kissed the waves on a Trinidad night,
When a wanderin’ soul met a vision of light.
Her skin like mahogany, hair like the tide,
She sang, “Sweet sailor, come walk by my side!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Verse 2]
Her laugh was a melody, sweet and low,
Like sugarcane whispers from long, long ago.
She danced ‘round him barefoot, her hips swayin’ slow,
Said, “The sea’s got a secret that only I know!”

[Chorus]
“Ho-oh, stay awhile, let the moon take the sky—
The stars’ll be diamonds, the ocean’s your guide.
Why rush away from this warm island sand?
Stay with me, darlin’, and hold my hand…”

[Bridge]
[Tempo slows, haunting steel drum echoes…]
The wind turned to whispers, the waves hummed her tune,
Her lips tasted sweet, like a salt-kissed lagoon.
She led him to waters where lanternfish glow—
Now that sailor man’s just a tale locals know…

[Verse 3]
[Rhythm picks up, urgent and bright…]
So if you’re down in Trinidad when the twilight grows thin,
And you hear a voice callin’ soft on the wind,
Cover your ears, boys, and quicken your feet—
That siren’s still singin’ where the coral reefs meet!

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh, the moon’s her guitar!
Oh-oh-oh-oh, she’ll lure you far…
Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

Sing it loud, sing it strong—
But don’t you follow that siren’s song!

⋆.ೃ࿔*Calypso⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

You’re just a waste of space
A big empty balloon
A drug addled geek
A ego-driven gooon

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not sweet or good for you
A nasty piece of work
That no one wants

Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker

[verse]
Your children even hate you
So why should we care?
All you do is useless shite
We didn’t need a space car

You couldn’t help the cave boys
People say you smell
It doesn’t mean you’re funny
If you bully SNL

[bridge]
You make no sense
Money is not a charm
You are too stupid
To understand that
You don’t understand

[chorus]
Billionaire shortbread
Not a cake or a slice
Let me be very clear
You…
Are…
Not…
Very…
You’re a wanker 

[Slow melodic Outro]

When you lie alone in the dark,
do you feel the breath of skeletal death
on the back of your neck,
do you just take more meth?

You did nothing for anyone,
Other than yourself,
Billionaire shortbread,
A crap snack we will all leave on the shelf

A Wikipedia page,
Doesn’t mean you matter
We don’t care what you think,
So yeah, you are just a wanker

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

Billionaire Shortbread

[End]

Billionaire Shortbread ⊹ ࣪ ˖ $⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆  ₊˚⊹♡

Beneath the flint-sharp mountain’s shadow, where twisted whispers lie,
Puff the Curséd guards his trove with serpent-amber eyes.
His cavern, cloaked in twilight, cradles crypts of pearly skulls,
Where diamond ghosts of princesses drift, their beauty veiled and dull.

Chorus
Oh Puff, your heart’s a pyre, burning cold as winter’s dawn,
You bleed the sapphire’s brilliance till their fire is withdrawn.
They dance on gilded cobwebs, yet their dreams dissolve to smoke,
For the dragon’s oath is cinder, and his pact a hollow joke.

The Tale of Puff the Curséd ⋆༺𓆩𓅛𓆪༻⋆

Oh, the Banshee came a-wailin’ up a durty Dublin street,  
She flew right through a tavern door, and stopped at a young man’s feet.
“I’ve come to mourn your final breath, young Jack O’Shea!” she hissed,  
But he just laughed and filled a glass, sayin’, “have a shot of this!”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[verse 2]
Jack, sez he “Oh Miss Banshee , while I praise your curious tone!  
It sounds like a nail on a coffin lid, or a sword on a grey gravestone.
I’ll show you tunes so sweet and soft, they’ll warm Death’s icy heart—  
So, breathe deep and attend to me… we’ll turn your wails to art.”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[BRIDGE]  
He taught her gentle melodies, their notes sweet honey’s drip,  
“No dirges here—kick up your heels, and sway your petticoat slip!”  

[Build]

She sang so high, she sang so low, voice pure as the crew-shkeen bawn ,  
Till the old town’s hounds all dropped their heads and dreamed till the golden dawn.

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh! 

[Fiddle solo]  

[Verse 3]
The Banshee keened a tune so sweet, and swayed in  the morning light,  
The Reaper dropped his scythe and cheered, “Aye, that’s a rare delight!”  
“Oh Jack,” she moaned, “this merry sound—it troubles me oh-ho!…  
If I can’t wail, how will Death know which souls are good to go?”  

[Refrain]
Whack fol de dol,
Whack fol de doh,
Whack fol de dol,
oh the banshee oh

[Pre-chorus]
Sez he, 
‘Worry not my dear, to make it clear,
There’s nothing to be done,
The dead can dance their lives away,
Without your deadly song.

So let’s rejoin in this dawn chorus,
For life is short, not long,
Be the thunderin’ Jayzus, 
the good lord made us,
To dance and laugh! Haha!,
The whole day long.’

YEE HAH!

[Outro]
Old Jack still drinks in Mulligan’s, his nose a rosy glow,  
The Banshee’s on the music-hall stage, her weepin’ days long ago!  
So if you hear a phantom tune where midnight shadows start—  
Cry “Slawn-cha” Boys and raise your pint… the Banshee’s topped the charts!  

Diddle de idle do, a fol de dol, diddle deedle die-del do

YEE HEEEEE!

Banshee's Ballad ♬ ♪ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

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The Tale of Puff the Curséd ⋆༺𓆩𓅛𓆪༻⋆

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