Feb 2022 rock concept album protest 99percent acoustic orchestral
Gospel Music
Part I: Genesis
Chapter 2 (Continued from https://fawm.org/songs/126397/)
So, Monkey Man, the progeny of a long line of shit, advanced with his comrades into a remote village that unfortunately contained vast quantities of Xomblat, the newly discovered element that was needed so that people could more easily superimpose horns and kitty faces on their selfies. The Freedom Fighters burned and pillaged the entire village save for a few maidens who had recently matured to legal pussy-grabbin’ age.
Once everything was sufficiently dead and burned, the lascivious liberators seamlessly transitioned from fighting to fucking. Monkey Man chose his mate from the pool of terrified and starving newly orphaned indigenous girls. They were wed on the spot by the company chaplain as it was considered immoral by army regulations to have premarital sex. Also, it was required by the insurance company in order for a slave-wife to be a beneficiary.
Shortly after the photos and cake, the marriage was consummated in the mud in front of everyone. It was the happiest day of her life. Just kidding, it was complete horror. But the Universe infused a bit of instant karma when a six year old boy rose from the mud with an AR-15 assault rifle and killed all the invaders.
Later, as the widow timidly grasped the insurance check from the Holy Minister of ChurchState, a single tear dripped from her cheek settling upon her full, heaving bosom, which was incessantly pawed at by the hungry infant on her hip.
And thus, Monkey Man begat Monkey Boy, a bastard of war who grew to rebel against the industrial war machine and the war economy on which he was raised.
His mom died suddenly of Kuru not long after Monkey Boy was of smiting age. He was recommended to a psychiatrist who prescribed one gram of cannabis two times daily. He smoked alotta pot and grew sympathetic to the culture of its converts, vowing to live organically off the land and grow his hair until the fascist puppet regime had been toppled and replaced through peaceful demonstrations of civil disobedience.
All the dirty hippies converged on the government square with tents and drums. They painted flowers on their cheeks with paint from Wal-Mart and held up cheap, plastic signs for the liberal media that said things like, “Burn Your Money”, “The Emperor Has No Balls”, and “The World is Mine”...
The world is mine
The world is mine
All you old fucks can shrivel up and die
We won’t need your deceptions and lies
The world is mine
The world is mine
No more bureaucratic games of keep away
Money isn’t worth a thing on this day
All that Donald Trump has said
And now he’s good as dead
As his enablers weep and pray
They’ve one foot in his grave
They’ve got one foot in his grave...
And from within the Earth
Mother Nature sighs
As her new land
Erupts her new life...
The world is mine
The world is mine
The world is mine
The world is mine
Story continues here: https://fawm.org/songs/128530/
@eargoggle Mar 2022
This is so cool, I love that the story is the backstory to the song, it makes the song make so much more sense. Love this "and from within the earth" change too, that's great.
@robs Feb 2022
Wow, that's quite a story, takes me longer to read then to listen, very creative! Now I've got all these strange images in my head...
@iwilleatyou Feb 2022
Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one on Xomblat. This is a nice song. I don't like nice. I want down and dirty mean rock n roll. Do a Monkey Man Dance song!
@bamsekarhu Feb 2022
Aweseome stuff! The concept is something that one could imagine Devin Townsend would machinate. Nice production and vocals too! Of course enjoying the Donnie-bashing as well :D