EDM.

Lyrics:

We walk into the club
The sounds pound
Eardrums bursting 
Lights flash all around

The feeling is electric 
The crowd hectic
The DJ above the floor
His sick beats soar 

"Hold the door!!"

THAT'S HODOR

(Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor! Hodor!)

Hodor 

The DJ is Hodor.

It's Kristian Nairn
His face calm
His beats like a psalm
Melody in his palm 

The beat start rising
Lights mesmerising
It's so exciting 
Dance floor looks enticing

He opens the door
To fantastic allure
That DJ!:

IT'S HODOR!

[outro]
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DJ Hodor

Come and get inundated with English elevated, you may be discombobulated, yet illuminated. Favorite tome is the dictionary, a book extraordinary, vital for works literary, where one needs to be visionary.

I sound stupendous, but most people think I am being disingenuous. But they are only jealous, because their speech is horrendous. I attempt to stay modest, though I sound a bit pompous, but if I am being honest, plain English sounds the oddest.

Elevated English
Makes me sound distinguished
My passion cannot be extinguished
It is something I will not relinquish

My usage is egregious
But I sound so prestigious
I am not being facetious
I am just a genius

My vocabulary is immense, people believe I am intense. They do not have common sense and I do not sit on the fence. I avoid words that are plain, because using them makes me insane. They are so very mundane, so from their use I refrain.

Elevated English
Makes me sound distinguished
My passion cannot be extinguished
It is something I will not relinquish

My usage is egregious
But I sound so prestigious
I am not being facetious
I am just a genius

Elevated words are not obsolete, 
And using them is a treat. 
To me they sound so sweet, 
Like a morning bird's tweet. 

These words that I propose,
Are more useful than you suppose. 
Sweet as summer's rose, 
They make beautiful prose.

Elevated English
Makes me sound distinguished
My passion cannot be extinguished
It is something I will not relinquish

My usage is egregious
But I sound so prestigious
I am not being facetious
I am just a genius

Elevated English rap

I was watching Underworld and this song popped into my head.

Glam metal.

Lyrics:

"5 thousand years ago two brothers walked this Earth:..."

Ko-ran!
The eldest, stood proud and tall!

Pod-sha!
The younger, with his golden maul!

Ko-ran was Bitten by a Bat:  
He became The first Vampire.
Pod-sha was Bitten by a Wolf: 
He became The first Werewolf.

This isn't their story....

I'm just telling you for exposition.....

Anyway.....

This is the story of Ken.

Ken.

This story is about Ken. Their younger brother. 

Small and weak.

Ken was Bitten by his Karen neighbour while gardening!

Karen's carnivorous clamping chompers conveyed crippling corrupting Karen Chi Concisely compressed into Ken's Conscious Core.

He became:

The first Were-Karen

(Were-Karen)

Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken. Ken. The Were-Karen.

Ken died 24 hours later.

In excruciating agony...

His brothers didn't even turn up to the funeral.

Which I thought was a dick move.

So, yeah. That's the whole song.

[End]


EDM Metal.

Lyrics:

Hickory Dickory Dock. I have a REALLY large clock. It ticks all the time. It swings in pendulous rhyme 

My clock is VERY large. It pleases my wife Marge. She looks at it sway. She FIDDLES with it every day.

Come look at my clock! It's so large. (IT'S SO LARGE)
Touch it if you want. (YES PLEASE)
People come in a flock. (WE COME TOGETHER)
When they see my magnificent clock.

(OH WHAT A GLORIOUS CLOCK!)

Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock.

My clock has never needed repair. My clock makes people stare. My clock is very clean. No dust, just a polished sheen.

My clock is important to me. I clean it regularly. I polish it diligently. My clock you can never unsee.

Come look at my clock! It's so large. (IT'S SO LARGE)
Touch it if you want. (YES PLEASE)
People come in a flock. (WE COME TOGETHER)
When they see my magnificent clock.

(OH WHAT A GLORIOUS CLOCK!)

Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock.

I got my clock from my father. He got it from his father before...

"It's an old, but well maintained large and heavy clock"

I keep it well lubricated, to make sure that its animated.

This large clock makes my day. With it I always play. Please won't you stay. You'll not be in my way.

Around my clock people do lay. In an relaxed way. In rhythm they sway. Then they have fun and play!

"Guess what time it is?!!!!!"

Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock. Clock.

They get down on their knees. My clock keeps them pleased. They never are teased. There's a faint smell of cheese.

Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. Cheese. 

"I think the smell is from the mice that live in the clock."

Come look at my clock! It's so large. (IT'S SO LARGE)
Touch it if you want. (YES PLEASE)
People come in a flock. (WE COME TOGETHER)
When they see my magnificent clock.

(OH WHAT A CLOCK!)

OH WHAT A MAGNIFICENT CLOCK!

My clock

Trance Symphonic Power Metal 

Lyrics:

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled program with breaking news"

We didn't see it coming
Barely noticed darkening skies 
When the Apocalypse started happening
It took us by suprise

A Gigantic Red Phase-Shifting Texta-like Marker 
From another universe 
Is flying around, marking 
And it's slowly getting worse

That Gigantic Red Phase-Shifting Texta-like Marker 
Must be low in ink
'cause the world's not turning red
It's only turning pink

"Think about that, folks"

"Rats just look like walking penises"...

"With teeth"

"Strawberries look ripe. But they're not."

"The makeup industry is shot"

A Gigantic Red Phase Shifting Marker 
From another universe 
Is flying around, marking 
And it's slowly getting worse

Oh! The Phase Shifting Marker 
Is slowly getting darker
As it blots out the sun 
People start to run
It flies across the sky
Smearing pink with a cry!

"Did I mention that it talks? It screeches very specific, very intimate secrets about random people, whilst pointing at them with its gnarled hands...."

"Did I mention the hands?"

"It has penis fingers"

A Gigantic Red Phase Shifting Marker 
From another universe 
Is flying around, marking 
And it's slowly getting worse.

And it's slowly getting worse!!!

"Did I mention the smell?"

Turning pink

Jazz EDM Metal.

Lyrics:

The God of Sex sat on their Carnal Throne.
Lust's steaming mist, the smell of moan.

Surrounded by guards with spears erect.
Their god they love, Their god they protect.

One guard stands proud!!

(So very proud)

This Champion is large. 

The Champion is really large...

By large, I mean they have huge......... 
appendages.

Gigantic. Vein-ey appendages (Wow)

Well, this champion is a sexual vampurian....

Which is like a vampire/rogue.....

Lots of sexual energy.

Like Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3. But not exactly like Astarion. 

Different enough from Astarion so that there's clearly not a copyright infringement.

So I'm saying that this "Vampurian character".

(Not Astarion).

Is a sexy vampire..

(With huge appendages!)

Vampurian!
The face ripper
Vampurian!
They're a great kisser
They know what to do
To see you through.

Vampurian is this stunningly, sexy, beautiful, epic being with huge appendages.

One day Vampurian thought "screw it!...

Why not stick the thick end of my really huge traffic cone over the wet, slick, salivating maw of a spore beast, where inside a demon baby slept...

They did this because it's best to leave demon babies alone when they sleep....

Vampurian was putting up a hazard cone...

As per WHS policy.......

Demons take care of each other...

Especially their young. ..

They may be demonic sex demons from hell's steamy depth, but they're not savages....

I should introduce myself...

I'm Vampurian's assistant.

I filled out the WHS forms after they set up the traffic cone.

Using their huge appendages....

(Appendages)

I received a certificate of recognition for those forms.

It said "well done on your recent efforts". Signed by:

Vampurian!
The face ripper
Vampurian!
They're a great kisser
They know what to do
To see you through 

I collect semen.

It's a very misunderstood hobby.

There's ample semen lying around, especially with all the huge appendages. 

(So much semen).

I have whole rooms full of semen...

I also like turtles.....

But now they tell me I can't like turtles just because someone else famously liked turtles on social media already....

Fascists...

Do you want to see my semen collection?...

No?....

O.K.....

Oh, you're leaving?

Surely not before you meet:

Vampurian!
The face ripper
Vampurian!
They're a great kisser
They know what to do
To see you through 

With their huge appendages!




Vampurian (NSFW)

Generic birthday song

Lyrics:

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

Your head starts to rock
As it nods in time 
With the rhythm dancing to this rhyme

The beat holds you dear 
Your foot starts to tap
The crowd begins to clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap. 

"That's nice."....

I'll tell you a story about the first slow clap.
The tale is a little gory but it really does slap.
So now behold the glory of the slow clap rap.

"It all began with a kid called Markus"...

(Clap clap clap)

Markus was a simple lad
He scurried about his ways
He was young and tall, well fed 
Living in Ancient Roman days

His family: Middle Class.
The Colosseum: Full of Delights
He could afford to see the mighty fights.

Move sight to the Colosseum
Markus is sight seeing
A normal day, a normal fight
He just popped in for quick Punch 'N Bite

His Seat he's gotten 
Drink he's not forgotten 
Snacks? Check!
Gladiator gets killed by spear to neck.
The Crowd is Bored
Silence has soared.

Not a sound but the cry as the gladiator did die.

Not a sound, and around everyone is looking down with a frown.

Quick Death is lame.
What a shame.

Crowd looks for blame.
The Emperor is Here
He's Expecting a Cheer
The Colosseum is in Silence. 
Tension is in the air
Rising Expectations of Violence 
The Emperor has a death stare.

Vibe's are flat
Tensions are about to break
The Emperor is Mad.
His jowls begin to shake

(Flap flap flap)

Markus sees a need
He acts with sudden speed
He loves his Rome 
He loves his home
His next actions may get him killed.
Or, his Dreams could be fulfilled!

He claps out a song
Hoping to get the throng to clap along!!!!
Slow. Clap. A. Long.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

He starts it slow, just a single bold beat,
Eyes are turnin’ ‘round to the emperor’s seat.
Clap… clap… now the rhythm takes hold,
One boy with a plan, now the crowd's getting bold.

Clap

Clap

Clap

Clap

The crowd is clapping 
People are cheering 
A happy populous 
Is what the Emperor is hearing

He smiles at Markus
He gives a small nod
Markus smiles back
While muttering "What a miserable Sod"

From satire to scene-stealer, Marcus is like a dagger,
The slow clap echoes like a victory swagger.
Now the Roman's roar, like lions in the cage,
Markus just smirks, he owns this stage.
No crown, no sword, no blood on his hands,
Just the first slow clap to land, that made them all stand.

That's the tale of Marcus who did a slap of a clap.

And now this song has to wrap.

So CLAP!!!!!!



Clap

Broadway Metal.

Lyrics:

"It all started in the 60s.... A rift opened up in my city. From it came a race of evil........ Shooting lasers and summoning devils.

A race of Interdimensional-Vampire-Were-Witch-Rabbits from Outer-Space!"

[Break]
"It was a really darn confusing time to be alive."

One Halloween in 19 63. Vampire were-witch rabbits came to our reality. They came from a dimension full of brutality.

They saw all the children having fun. They looked with disgust as the kids did run. They hated everyone. 

Interdimensional-Vampire-Were-Witch-Rabbits from Outer-Space have landed here to eat your face. They have a fortress ship as a base. Our defences against them are a disgrace.

Interdimensional-Vampire-Were-Witch-Rabbits from Outer-Space have landed here to take over the place. They jump with grace. As they jump onto your face.

Rabbits! 

Inter-dimensional Vampires!.....

That are cute...

And witches.

Were-Witches

From space!

Outer space!

"Caricature bad witches. Like P.G. looks with an R-rated attitude, on a good day"

The rabbits use spells and laser rifles. Compared to theirs our weaponry is a trifle. They ride on plasma brooms. Above you they loom.

They have fangs.
They can turn invisible.
They've got cute bangs.
Their speech is Intelligible. 

"Drrrrfgghhfhhhgfggxddgvhhft. Ghdjshgfwhwt!"

"That's rabbit for: Our children will feast on your souls and eyeballs"

They cut. They tear. They've got great hair. You will dispair and soil your underwear.

There's one behind you. 
It's sniffing your neck.
It's going to burrow inside you. 
With its claws and tech.

It's going to possess you. Make you it's own. It's going to get you fired from your job. It's going to repaint your home.

"They really like baby poo brown"

Interdimensional Vampires Rabbits!

They'll paint the world brown.

As they burn it to the ground.

"Did I mention that they smell like cotton-candy".

"It attracts children".

"And so many adults".

"More than you think fall for it".

"Full grown adults."

[Chorus]
Interdimensional-Vampire-Were-Witch-Rabbits from Outer-Space have landed here to take over the place. They jump with grace. As they jump onto your face.

Rabbits! 

Inter-dimensional Vampires!.....

That are cute...

And witches.

Were-Witches

From space!

Outer space!



Interdimensional Vampire Were-Witch Rabbits from Outer Space

Broadway Metal 

Lyrics:

James Bond sat in a room. Suit unkempt, his eyes full of gloom, his head bent. He waited there patiently. His death coming with no uncertainty.

He'd been captured before. He'd always escaped. Now he didn't even try for the door. He'd accepted his fate.

[Chorus]
Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs had captured Bond so very easily. Doctor Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs was dancing around in glee.

Dance Kitty!

Bond had infiltrated Kitty's private island. He'd discovered her pussy shaped lair. He'd attempted seduction instead of violence. He complimented Kitty on her hair.

Kitty wasn't impressed. Bond smelt like smoke. He may have been well dressed, but she lost all interest when he spoke.

Bond came onto her with great flair. Within 5 minutes he was intimately discussing her underwear. Kitty sighed, she'd had it with most men. When she got angry, they didn't try to understand.

[Chorus]
Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs had ignored Bond so very easily. Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs was going to kill him happily!

Happy Kitty!.

Bond cried.
He swore.
His clothes he tore.

He begged.
He pleaded.
All of it unheeded.

They stripped him down to his underwear. His abs they did ripple. They tied him to a surgical table. They put an electrode on a nipple.

He was lowered into a pit filled with fire ants. He was injected with a serum to keep his consciousness intact.

In the end Bond died screaming, his pleas had no effect. Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs thought his death was just purrr-Fect

[Outro]
Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs had killed Bond so very gleefully. Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs was going to capture the world easily.

Bow down to Kitty!

Doctor-Professor-General-Kitty-Sexylegs. Grand Empress of the Human Race!

Doctor Professor General Kitty Sexylegs

Curtain call 1 (from BDSM-The Musical)

I am a lyricist. I make AI assisted music for fun.

Check out my in-draft musical on the playlist BDSM-The Musical. I'm slowly building the concept.

Curtain call 1 (from BDSM-The Musical)

Magrov

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