THE LOBRO’S MIMIC by Dr. Hann

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Dr. Hann

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Jungle Gospel-Rock, psychedelic tribal-funk, glitchy industrial

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[Verse 1 - Driving Gospel-Funk]
In the virgin green where the WiFi dies,
lives a beast with a thousand stolen cries.
Part warg, part parrot, a feathered sin,
with a beak of iron and a wolfish grin!
He’s the Lobro, child, the King of the Mud,
protecting the forest with bismuto and blood.
He’ll sing like your mama, he’ll whistle like a friend,
luring you down to the river's end!

[Pre-Chorus - Glitchy Tribal Beat]
[Wood blocks and hand claps intensify]
(Choir: Mímesis! Mímesis!)
He’s the Nue of the South, he’s the Luisón’s tooth,
hiding the Tajo, hiding the truth!
He’s the Sharabha's claw in a jungle trance,
making the intruders do the death-dance!

[Chorus - MAXIMUM ENERGY]
OH, THE LOBRO’S CALLIN'! (HAVE MERCY!)
FEATHERS OF FIRE AND A HEART OF COLD!
IMITATING VOICES FROM THE DAYS OF OLD!
HE’S THE GUARDIAN OF THE CLEARING, RED AND GREEN,
THE SEXIEST MONSTER THAT YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN!
BLINK ONCE FOR THE WOLF, BLINK TWICE FOR THE BIRD!
(Sound: Parrot screech mixed with a howl)

[Verse 2 - Acidic Storytelling]
I saw a scientist with a silver pen,
trying to map the Lobro’s secret den.
The beast mimicked the sound of a falling coin,
and grabbed the man right in the golden groin!
"Intercambio Equivalente," the Lobro said,
with the voice of the scientist... now that he’s dead!
He wears your face like a colorful mask,
finishing your life is his only task!

[Bridge - The "Lullabind" Breakdown]
[Music drops to just the 33Hz pulse and bamboo percussion. The Preacher whispers.]
Listen... is that a flute? No.
Is that the wind? No.
That’s the Lobro... practicing your final words.
(Sound: Alek’s Balalaika playing a bird-like melody)
(Screams): ¡QUE NO TE COMA EL CUENTO, ÑERY!

[Final Chorus - Total Jungle Chaos]
OH, THE LOBRO’S CALLIN'! (HAVE MERCY!)
FEATHERS OF FIRE AND A HEART OF COLD!
IMITATING VOICES FROM THE DAYS OF OLD!

[Outro]
[Banjo and Tamboriles fade out. Only the sound of a single parrot squawking "You are going to viajar..."]
[Hann]
The jungle don't forget... and the Lobro don't forgive.
Check the code in the feathers, bo.
[Sound of a heavy branch snapping: CRACK.]
[Silence.]

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[Intro] [Sound of a thick jungle breathing. A fast, dirty banjo riff starts. A sudden, perfect imitation of a human child laughing—then it turns into a wolf's growl.] [Hann - Preacher Voice] Don't follow the voice, brother... it's a lie wrapped in feathers! The Master of the Clearing is callin' your name... but he ain't got no tongue of his own! ¡Vamo' arrrriba! [Verse 1 - Driving Gospel-Funk] In the virgin green where the WiFi dies, lives a beast with a thousand stolen cries. Part warg, part parrot, a feathered sin, with a beak of iron and a wolfish grin! He’s the Lobro, child, the King of the Mud, protecting the forest with bismuto and blood. He’ll sing like your mama, he’ll whistle like a friend, luring you down to the river's end! [Pre-Chorus - Glitchy Tribal Beat] [Wood blocks and hand claps intensify] (Choir: Mímesis! Mímesis!) He’s the Nue of the South, he’s the Luisón’s tooth, hiding the Tajo, hiding the truth! He’s the Sharabha's claw in a jungle trance, making the intruders do the death-dance! [Chorus - MAXIMUM ENERGY] OH, THE LOBRO’S CALLIN'! (HAVE MERCY!) FEATHERS OF FIRE AND A HEART OF COLD! IMITATING VOICES FROM THE DAYS OF OLD! HE’S THE GUARDIAN OF THE CLEARING, RED AND GREEN, THE SEXIEST MONSTER THAT YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN! BLINK ONCE FOR THE WOLF, BLINK TWICE FOR THE BIRD! (Sound: Parrot screech mixed with a howl) [Verse 2 - Acidic Storytelling] I saw a scientist with a silver pen, trying to map the Lobro’s secret den. The beast mimicked the sound of a falling coin, and grabbed the man right in the golden groin! "Intercambio Equivalente," the Lobro said, with the voice of the scientist... now that he’s dead! He wears your face like a colorful mask, finishing your life is his only task! [Bridge - The "Lullabind" Breakdown] [Music drops to just the 33Hz pulse and bamboo percussion. The Preacher whispers.] Listen... is that a flute? No. Is that the wind? No. That’s the Lobro... practicing your final words. (Sound: Alek’s Balalaika playing a bird-like melody) (Screams): ¡QUE NO TE COMA EL CUENTO, ÑERY! [Final Chorus - Total Jungle Chaos] OH, THE LOBRO’S CALLIN'! (HAVE MERCY!) FEATHERS OF FIRE AND A HEART OF COLD! IMITATING VOICES FROM THE DAYS OF OLD! [Outro] [Banjo and Tamboriles fade out. Only the sound of a single parrot squawking "You are going to viajar..."] [Hann] The jungle don't forget... and the Lobro don't forgive. Check the code in the feathers, bo. [Sound of a heavy branch snapping: CRACK.] [Silence.]

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