C-Team music

Lyrics:

Reprised in my recital Acq inc Rhyme apprisal 
Letter of intent certified sent
Sealed on the acq inc letterhead 
Break bread bash heads, hell bent for instant market development 

Emboldened by reformed beholder attorneys 
Pity me As we see a frown form from my glee
Decree by Omin to get me that milly in my fee 
mountainous missions missing trust or liquidity 

Bag holdin, dragged forth and foldin at an acorn 
Expecting equity ecstasy comin to me
don’t believe It’s section B of AI form 53

Leave you guileless, guideless with drow half-dressed 
Riding barely a cart before the horse departing 
NO recourse save to be a part of a party 
starting a hero’s franchise if your hearty

Trudgin your lives entrusted to no pricey equine 
uber-black equivalent Or astral elk heaven-sent 
floor effects gaudy and details that complement 
But the skull in the compartment 
a shadow council double agent

Astounding, delicately protecting the deserin valley 
Manage that HP and team death save tally
decisionist, documancer, cartography mappist, hoarding treasure trappist rally on your screen  
Imagine if you will:  a dark tabletop scene

-

Quick with phenology 
Thick in demonology
Pact caster master 
Past the points in astrology

And honestly as a Drow i’m an oddity
It’s cause ideology 
Never lonely 
My body’s a menagerie 

Ligotti followed me throughout exile 
And i’m rocking kingly vest 
That’s got reptilian textile 

Scintillating hex that’s got that 
Glow man dancing a slow jam 
Go home with velvet 
Clean out the whole fam

Last breath scratch out unity
This K’thriss is disappointed 
Hoping for something new to me

Perusing the ruins of the old haunts
Of house Rahuthly 
To be frank this place just ain't what it use to be

The Ur is what’s true to me
And I’m leaving the past cause 
I follow the god
That only comforts like math does 

With needs of deities’ being so crass and petty
Got mask of many 
With eldritch blast at the ready  

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Talkin’ Winner winner 
Deadly gran beestinger
History darker than a sinner sittin on a cinder

From the back tats 
to the shadow stats
To the staff that masters a million whacks

I’ll compose for you
a slew in a Brutal bonnet 
A physical sonnet 
leave you and your crew 
Maimed, contused and unable to chew
just a mass of scrape and bruise

You can endeavor not to sever on the downswing 
but mind the pintsize sting
Hitt so hard you watch dark wine sublime 
Jaws agape like fountains while damage counts boggle accountants

SO watch me 
deliver RIP stamped AARP 
turn minions to mignon as a minor action
but i’ll still salvage and ravage the field 
Powered by halfling damage 

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My name is Donaar Blitz'en
But please, call me Double D
Throw a high five but never give a hand
I'm the opposite of Bigby

When I get up in the morning,
you know I'm spittin jewels
Noblesse obli-yeah,
I'm flipping coins to vagrant fools

I don't like to mention it
but I get laid the most in our crew
I don't like to mention it
because I really didn't want to
I don't want to dwell on it
those were years I had to do
I don't like to think of it
but like a boss I push through

I'm a rider son you know I've no fear
Top of the galaxy on the back of my reindeer
We go on a ride hold on to the reins dear
Get in Clarkmore's way and end up a red smear

Chronaar was just a lost little egg when I met her
Now she's a small monster and that's even better
She an adventurer so her moms constantly mad
I may be young but blessed that I'm almost her dad

I had something more to say
something that mattered a lot
About my family.
Nevermind. I forgot

So I run the C-team and we straight out of Red Larch
Leave you drawn and quartered, blood splatter, a red arch
Our base is an inn full of goddamn creepy mystery
Clean the garage and end up in Omin Dran's history

Rolled in with an acorn and almost married a door
By any review this inn really ought to be poor
But we do our best and run the franchise well
I think if we don't, Propha will send us to hell

C Team Rap

Don V Shim BATTLE

Everyone, and everything, is welcome at the Doomgate Inn. Come on in, grab a seat, and get your howl on!

Lyrics
Hawooooooooo
Clap your claws together with me
Hawoooooooo
The Doomgate Inn is where we are free!

Bring your illithid
Half-lizard kids
These mychonids
Are joy

Cranium rats
Werewolves in hats
Go git it that's
my boy!

Hawoooooooo
Raise tentacles and mandibles please
Hawoooooo
The Doomgate Inn will set you at ease.

Hey wood elves at war
Sad minotaur
Kick that balor
and dance

Is that a demigod?               
(cute butt, hot bod!) 
Grip shadow rod
Romance

Hawoooooooo
Whether spider, drider or thri-kreen
Hawoooooo
The Doomgate Inn is the hot new scene.

Horror ineffable
Goblin Tasteful
Elk celestial
Let's ride

Crave that owl bear heat
Displacer beast
We all can meet          
Inside

Hawoooooooo
Trust me honey you're gonna see
Hawoooooo
The Doomgate Inn is where we should be!

Hawwoooo Hawwoooooo  Hawooooooooo!
Get your howl on
Hawooooo Hawooooo Hawoooooooo!
Let's be wild

I wanna be real
All us misfits     
Come here to heal
We might be gambling
Or maybe we're dancing
Spend the night
With sweet romancing.
It's a hostile world
Outside that door
But when you're here
You own the floor.

Hawwoooo Hawwoooooo  Hawooooooooo!
Wanna hear you howl!
Hawooooo Hawooooo Hawoooooooo!
Cuz you're safe now

Hawoooooo        
No joke or ruse or murder mystery
Hawoooo
The Doomgate Inn is all harmony

Gelatinous cube
And ghost -- Mon dieu!
(Hun, don't be rude)
Hi Mom!

St. Benedictus
Lich Connundrus      
Here among us
Belong

Hawoooooo        
For dark wine and the best company
Hawoooo
The Doomgate Inn is full of friends, trust me!  

Vocals & Lyrics by Robin Childs
Additional Voices by Cory Childs

Robin Childs's Album

Hawoo

Listen. The Village of Promise is a new, impressionable town. Raising a K'thriss bass tree might become an annual tradition for all we know. Complete with holiday cheer. And song.

Lyrics, created in collaboraTION with @Iscaneus @MaxwellsDeamon @Bekkablair
Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
how lovely thy pseudopods
Your boughs surpass all fishing line 
Tentacle grasp quite serpentine 
Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
How lovely     thy pseudopods

Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree,  
What arcane art enthralls me?
Though simple nets would do just fine
They'd send no terror through my mind
Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
What arcane art enthralls me?

Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
Forever seared in memory
the flash of scales in final flails
villagers flee while children wail
Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
Forever seared in memory

Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
In squirming death a lesson
The sight can't help but to remind
We're nothing to the dark divine
Oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, oh K’Thriss Bass Tree, 
In squirming death a lesson

K'thriss Bass Tree

An a cappella cover of the Lutier's Song from The "C" Team. Lyrics by Jerry Holkins.

Lyrics
If I was bold I'd of told you we'd never end well.
If I was smart I'd have started with words like 'hell.'
If you were here maybe the fear would subside.
If you were here my darling dear you'd never get out alive.

You and I just seemed to rhyme and time has made it more true.
Maybe I'm the strong one, but I'm the wrong one for you.

I turned your head, you turned my head, and then I turned another four.
When I was dead, I can't recall the words she said anymore.
As for the rest, it was a test, I don't know if I passed.
The world's a pyre and you're a fire and we'll meet in the ash.

You and I just seemed to rhyme and time has made it more true.
Maybe I'm the strong one, but I'm the wrong one for you.

You'd be surprised if I don't try
To ply some clever ruse,
But maybe you're the strong one,
And you just never knew.

Strong One (a cappella cover)

The lights are low, the crowd content. Candlelight sparkles off of wine glasses in the dark. The Grandmother invited them for a night of revelry, and while they might plot against her at home, they're still too afraid to refuse her call. Still, the evening has been quiet, the little old halfling hardly more than a sweet old lady these days. Maybe Grandmother Night is losing her edge.

The old woman hobbles up to the front of the house, her silver hair catching the stage lights, and nods to the band.  The singer bows, and they begin to play...

MONEY PLEASE

This song is at the request
Of our special guest
In the front row with the silver hair
To all the naughty boys and girls out there
Who are…overdue. 
      
Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
She’s got a hand around your neck and soon she’s gonna squeeze
Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
Prompt payment by the third each month will set your mind at ease

Green Emerald Green
Don't try excuses, tricks or lies       
Just pay up
Don’t make a scene
You keep this clean
And stay alive

Green Emerald Green
You will have no place to hide
Can’t rebuff
The Shadow Queen
She moves unseen
Won’t be denied       

Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
If you’re smart you’ll fall right down and beg on bended knee
Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
Forget your god cuz this grandma is who you must appease
   
Red Ruby Red
Is what you see before you die
Long enough
To have regrets
For what you said
To Granny Night

Red Ruby Red
It is time to say good bye
Hey that’s rough
Too late to fret          
The price is set
No asking why  

Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
It’s good we had this little chat I’m sure that you agree
Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
Give a little honey or feel the stinger of the bee

Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
Money please, Money please, Money please, Money please
You got to give a little honey
Or feel the stinger
Of the bee

Money Please

words: Stephen Wells [https://twitter.com/EssayWells]
musics: kreftron [https://twitter.com/kreftron]

special thanks to the C Team [http://www.acq-inc.com/cteam]

The Song of Vars-Melis in His Exile

Mincon gave it six stars
It's Big Daddy Donaar's
Yum Yum Hut

You've got to try Dad's Linguini
You'll want to eat here every night!
Or mayonnaise on a stick
Yes it comes as a flight
Put it in your face for a great delight

No one else is on par
With Big Daddy Donaar's
Yum Yum Hut

We've got the best staff and waiters
Propha's been with us for a year
The sign out there 
Says Dran and Courtier
But it's the Yum Yum Hut when you're here

Better than eyeballs in jars
It's Big Daddy Donaar's 
Yum Yum Hut

YumYumHutJingle_Allparts

Lyrical inspiration by Kris Straub (twitter.com/krisstraub)
Other lyrics, and music by kreftron (twitter.com/kreftron)

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I am not a home, I'm only a road.
A vessel's all I get to be, a sieve to drain the best of me.
I am not a home.

I am incomplete, and will forever be.
The gaps and holes inside of me, my permanent geometry.
I am not a home.

I am not a friend, just a means to an end.
You held me underneath the trees, but that is only memory.
I am not a home.

The Road (Interlude for K'thriss)

Cteam-themed fan parody song of "Imagine" by John Lennon
Written by the Drunk Phytologist and Takkun. Performed by the Drunk Phytologist.

ImagineAWafflesInc.MP3

Words and music by kreftron
Thanks to a question from MaxwellsDeamon (twitter.com/MaxwellsDeamon) for chorus and title inspiration!

Tendrils hint and wave
Suggest a deeper, truer way
The flaws illuminate the whole,
The cracks in prime material.

You stand at such a tear
A past of which you're unaware
Blood no longer clings to blood
Degenerate solutions to world

This is why you trust me
I'll fix this and you'll trust me

I see it plain and true
The axis to project onto
Construct a function to correct 
Rotate the transformation to connect

This is why you trust me
I'll fix this and you'll trust me

I come back to myself and I've done what I needed to do
I see your face and I know you've forgotten something you once knew

You'll never know you trust me

Trust Me

Hello Friends, please enjoy this song about our Good Warlock K'thriss Drowb
Also consider watching this amazing animation of this song by Robin Childs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=_o74N2GTVP4&feature=emb_logo

Lyrics:

Low light, staring at the embers.
You spared a thought for what you can't remember.

Four strokes coalesce, what you can see you comprehend
But what you know can fall apart, a mind destroyed so easily.
A carved stone, a darkened gate, the pieces waiting to be placed,
To reclaim what you have lost, you can endure insanity.

It consumes you; it spreads through like a cancer,
One step closer to knowing all the answers.
In the scope of the world there are laws that cannot change.
Things aren't so different. You're not so different.

Stars fade out in the night, symbols trapped in amethyst,
To serve the Intercessor God is both the cure and malady.
You conclude they coincide; in the Cathedral you have knelt.
It takes your eyes so you can see the syntax of causality. 

It consumes you; it spreads through like a cancer,
One step closer to knowing all the answers.
In the scope of the world there are laws that cannot change.
Things aren't so different. You're not so different.

Sacrifices it will take to sate its endless appetite.
Sacrifices you will make to gain a moment of insight.
Sacrifices it demands so it infects you from inside,
But you already understand what must be done before you've died

But it consumes you; it spreads through like a cancer,
One step closer to knowing all the answers.
In the scope of the world there are laws that cannot change.
Things aren't so different. You're not that different.

Then you notice a whispered prayer above you,
Someone holding the shattered pieces of you.
And in spite of it all, isn't it odd how people change?
Are things so different? Are you so different?

K'thriss Bass Tree

Robin Childs

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