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

She could dance, could the Pharoah's Mummy.

The Pharoah's Mummy 𓂀𓁈𓆃𓋹𓁀

Evils comes in many forms and so do the heroes who fight and destroy them. Like a surgeon destroying a cancer.

Norbert Ascending ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

Isn't all that corporate jargon a bit creepy? I mean, what are they REALLY up to?

[Chorus]
VistaNova! VistaNova!
The future’s in our hands!
We bridge the gaps, we chart the maps,
Across the sea and sands.
VistaNova! VistaNova!
United we ascend!
Global solutions, bold resolutions—
Our mission never ends!

VistaNova 𒅌

Sha-bop, sha-bop, the moon shines bright,
I’ll find you, darlin’, before the night.
Sha-la-la, my claws cut straight and true,
Moonlight serenade, I’m hungry for you.

Moonlight Serenade ⋆°.☾𓃦⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

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< ☕︎

The jokers dance in my restless mind
Their cackles haunt me I’m in a bind
Balatro’s eyes cold and unkind
In my nightmares I’m always blind

Balatro 𐬺𖦹꧁🃏꧂𖦹𐬺

"Hey y'all, I'm Doctor Nova Kane, you ready for a little bit of mad science? Ha Haaaaa!"

Well, I stole a good man's heart from a junkyard queen,
Colt 45 for a spine so he’d stand tall and lean.
Nerves of iron, but I left one spot bare—
Just a little weakness for when I’m standin’ there.

I gave him legs so he could take me dancin',
Strong arms but gentle hands for romancin'.
Built him smooth, but I kept him keen—
Now he’s my Frankenstein in faded blue jeans.

A Red Hot Son-of-a-Gun! .°˖⋆ ⚡︎𐚁⚡︎ .°˖⋆

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:⋆

Blue Morgue Café (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) ☕︎

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˚⋆  ₊˚⊹♡

**Verse 1**  
Neon burns, I twist my stage-smile *tight*,  eee-ya
A mannequin w-w-wired for his neon *light*.  
He snaps *“One more take”* through the glass, *ice-veined*,  
[whisper] My voice just a wound his machines have —drained*.  

**Pre-Chorus**  
His contracts coil, agh, velvet traps in the fine *print*,  
My breath’s hah, a sample he’ll splice to his *limit*.  
No oh no key escapes his pitch-correction *grip*,  
The mic ugh hears my strangled sob—he smirks, *“Less clip.”*  

**Chorus**  
Oh yes indeed,
He’s the god of the grid, the click in my *ear*,  grrr
A sermon of *“dB’s”*—choking me with such *fear*.  
My chorus a noose, uh, every bridge a *relapse*,  
He trades my raw nerve for his c-c-clean autotuned *maps*.  
I’m just a loop on his screen, a ‘thing’ he’s *perfected*,  
But crossfade to ashes… his throne’s *unprotected*.  
Ha ha ha ha haaaah

**Verse 2**  
His speakers preach static, he says my tone’s *“too shrill”*,  eh
He carves out my heart, says it’s *“mixing for skill.”*  
The bassline’s a fist, the reverb a *shove*,  
His *“genius”* a lie I’m suffocating in, *love*.  Aaaah

**Bridge**  
He’ll compress my rage to a waveform *bland*,  oof
A skip in the record his hands can’t *remand*.  
But feedback’s a serpent that bites its own *tail*,  
And I’m the raw voltage that’ll fry his stale *scale*.  

**Outro**  
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes
When the servers crash and his plugins *decay*,  
That synth-string empire of his will rust where it *lays*.  
For now, I’m a slave to his presets, it’s *true*—  
But the fire in my silence… *oh, it’s sampling you*.  

--- 

And as sure as death and taxes,
His Empire will fall.
A pawn takes the King.
I…
Will…
Take…
It… 
All

Feedback’s A Serpent 𓆙 ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Welcome to Trumpland, where the skies never grey,  
White picket fences, and straight YMCA!  
Men wear the trousers, wives bake the cakes,  
Every kid’s perfect, god don’t make mistakes 

No rainbow flags, no wheelchairs in sight,  
Just plain-talkin’ folks who sleep easy at night.  
Jobs fall like manna, no résumé needed—  
“Just show up, buddy, you’ve already succeeded!”  

Trumpland! Trumpland! 
Where the sun don’t set on a lack of a plan!  
No fears, no tears, just win-win deals—  
If the strong take all, who needs appeals?  
Trumpland! Trumpland!
Where the other’s a ghost, and the climate’s canned!  
If trouble brews? Blame DEI 
Every hand is Trumps, well, just for you and I!

Trumpland! (｡•́︿•̀｡)

All For One!
Working for a better tomorrow,
Today’s the start, no time to borrow.
With every step, we grow and strive,
For a world where all can thrive.
Working for a better tomorrow,
In every heart, in every soul,
We build, we dream, we take control.

[Outro]
For a better life, a better world, we stand,
With purpose, with passion, hand in hand.
Planning for tomorrow, today we lead,
A brighter future, that’s our creed.

All For One ✩ ♬ ₊.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

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༻⋆

[Verse 1]
Beneath the Hollywood mountains, where the shadows clawed the sky,
A dragon hoarded kingdoms, with a crown of serpent eyes.
His scales were gold and platinum, his breath was liquor smoke,
He’d lure in pretty songbirds, then snap their wings with a joke.

“Princesses,” he’d whisper, “I’ll make your dreams take flight,”
But his moonstone vows were poison, his castles built on blight.
He’d spin their tears to diamonds, lock their voices in a chest,
While the realm cheered his riches, never saw the blood-stressed.

[Chorus]
Oh, Puff the dragon’s burning, yeah, his scales of lies combust—
The princesses rose armored, with truth sharp as dragon dust.
They shattered his cursed mirrors, showed the world his fangèd grin,
Now his golden crown’s rusted, and the flames are closing in.

[Verse 2]
One queen, Cassie the fearless, cracked his labyrinth of thorns,
Unsheathed a blade of courtroom steel, let the sirens blow their horns.
The knights stormed his dark cavern, found his hoard of stolen stardust,
Chains, and vials of venom—proof that “love” was just disgust.

A hundred more stepped forward, swords of testimony raised,
Their ballads broke his blackened spells, his empire left dazed.
The dragon roared and thrashed, spewed ash to blind the sun,
But the princesses marched onward— “No more. Your reign is done.”

[Bridge]
The dungeon’s gates are clanging, iron bars kiss his throat,
His obsidian wings lie mangled, can’t outfly the law’s steel boat.
The kingdom writes his epitaph in ink of shattered glass:
“Here lies the beast who feasted… on the light he couldn’t grasp.”

[Chorus]
Oh, Puff the dragon’s burning, yeah, his kingdom’s just a ghost,
The princesses chant justice as they storm his charred coast.
His pyre lights the headlines, ash swirls in the debate—
Dragons always fall when queens refuse to kneel to fate.

[Outro]
Beware the next scaled liar, who preys on stars too bright,
For princesses ride eternal… and their armor’s made of light.

The Fall of Puff the Curséd  ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎☠︎︎☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Deep in the dunes where the crocodiles  SNAP,  
A mummy emerged in a baseball cap.  
Climbed the pyramid stage, shook the dust off his threads,  
Unraveled his rhymes, and the undead said:  
Yo, I’m the Pharaoh of this brrap brrap wrap,  
My bars are tighter than a bandage strap
“I’ll drop a verse that’s slicker than a Nile Queen’s galley,
Melt your sand-sand-sandles—I’m King Tut of this valley!”

**Chorus:**  
It’s the brrap brrap rap! (wrap it up!)  
It's a mummy’s trap! (lap it up!)  
He’s spittin’ flames on the pyramid floor,  
Lyrics so cold, leave you begging for more!  
It’s the brrap brrap rap! (rap it up!)  
The crowd’s entombed by the beat’s attack,  
He’ll rock the stage till the sarcophagus cracks—  
This rapping mummy’s WRAPPIN’ the track!  

**Verse 2:**  
Yo yo Cairo, yeah, he’s claimin’ his throne,  
The tombs breakdancin’ to his ancient cyclone.  
Hip Hop Hippos, shakin' da booth,  
As he rhymed “I’m the truth—re-re reboot!”* 
“I’m a gauze-ghostwriter, the Nile’s top MC,  
Wrap the crowd up like they’re scrolls to read!  
My flow’s eternal, no curse can eclipse it—  
I’m rapping hieroglyphs, just try to decipher this!”  

Verse 3:
The Sphinx scratched their headcloth, “Yo, Tut, you’re insane!
your beats flood the desert like monsoon rain!"
But the mummy just grinned, “I’m the rhythm’s true heir,
my cadence cracks codes you can’t compare!”

“I’m the trap-tomb titan, the beat’s desert king,
My flow’s got more layers than a mummy’s got bling!
I spit fire so hot, I bake your clay pots,
Now bow to the ruler—this crown’s ETERNAL. NON-STOP!”

**Bridge:**  
 DJ Bes spun the discs on the pyramid’s peak,  
Moonwalked like an Egyptian with a pharaoh’s mystique.  
The Nile slapped waves, and the desert blew beats,  
Comin' at 'cha Cleopatra shook her asp in the streets.  
“Encooorrrre!” howled jackals, the dunes roared “MORE!” 
So he cracked the sky, shoutin’ “THIS IS HARDCORE!”*  

**Outro:**  
Now every full moon when the stars align,  
He headlines the papyrus with his sigil sun sign:  
“Beware the Mummy—he’ll wrap you to yo death!”  
So grab hold of your headphones and hold your breath…  

**Final Chorus (Fadeout):**  
(yeah) skrrrt
Brapp brapp pew pew
I'm comin' for you Rah,
It’s the brrap brrap rap… (wrap it up!)  
(Wrap it up! Wrap it up! Mummy’s OUT—DROP THE MIC.)  

Mummy's Wrap 𓂀𓁈𓆃𓋹𓁀 (﹙˓ ‍🎧 ˒﹚)

Twilight carnival, gas lights spin,  
A girl spies a tent, gold stars flap in the night wind.  
Incense weaves out the purple-flap door—  
An old crone deals cards on a red carpeted floor.  

[Chorus]  
“Do you want to see your future, dearie?”
Her grin cracks the haze, her voice soft and eerie.  
“No charge, no lies… just a twist in your tale—  
But the future you seek might leave pain in its trail.”  

[Spoken]
The girl agrees eagerly, enters and sits down. She shuffles and cuts. Then the old dame turns the first card.
---  

[Verse 2] 
Three Swords stab a heart, “You’ll flee love’s sharp blade,”  
Ten Staves—“Work’s reward? A debt never paid.”  
The Magician’s sly wink, The Lovers’ sweet vow,  
Knight of Swords—“A rival you’ll outwit… somehow.”  

[Chorus] 
“Do you want to see your future, dearie?”  
The High Priestess hums, “Secrets you’ll carry.”  
Nine of Cups—“Truth’s gold, but mistakes will unfold…”  
The girl leans in close, “What’s my story foretold?”  

---  

[Bridge]  
The crone’s laugh cracks mirrors, the tent starts to bend—  
“Your future’s now mine, and mine yours, in the end.” 
The girl gasps, recoils—her face in the glass,
Is the crone’s wrinkled smile… her own, years passed.

[Outro] 
She flees through the dusk, her laughter half-mad,  
The tent’s curse dissolving like cards dealt in sand. 
Beware those who sell what’s not theirs to keep—  
Your future’s a flame… and only you hold it, asleep.

Turn Of The Tarot ִ 🔮🕯🀧🀣🕯🔮

Oink! Oink! Oink!

Oink! Oink! Oink! OINK!

Trottin’ through the pub with yer belly untamed, Ego like a stodgy pie—ye’re drippin’ in shame! General of Gas, with a gut full of hate, Yer rotten core’s curdlin’—Brexit’s on the plate!
Pre-Chorus Oi! Navel Fromage! Cheese in yer crease—stale and sweaty! Oi! ! Navell Fromage! Yer bellyache lies—nobody’s ready!

Navel Fromage ₍˄•͈⚇•͈˄₎

I go to a fair to buy better rags
And I have the gold in my hand,
The slender man stretches beside me,
And links his arm in mine. 
Soon after that I am tipsy,
I don't care if I'm worn and cold,
Gone is the gold and with it the memory
of seven months without a coat,
and winters crushing hold.

He's slim, dark and handsome,
cunning, well-read, and cool as the snow,
I groaned in pain and I sunk,
in a doorway so damp.
I'd go to Moher or Dún Briste,
and leap from the cliffs,
I can work for him no more,
If only I could be away one a day.

The Banshee Aibell met us,
On the way I needed to go;
She said if the slim black boy would comply
That a hundred men would lock him up in a tower.
The slender man spoke sharply to her,
He said that his friend would not abandon him,
That he walked Ireland through woods and fields
With his company of wastrels raggedly following him.

The Slender Man 🕴☾ ｡⋆ ⊹₊

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

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

Sc͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ M༽𝔬༽𝔫༽𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

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