The Perverted Nursery II: The Aftermath

Experimental industrial metal, death metal, cinematic industrial

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[Intro: The sound of a child’s toy horn, pitch-shifted to a low, unsettling drone. A steady, hydraulic "hiss" and "clank" sets a mechanical, rhythmic pace.]
[Verse 1: Little Boy Blue]
[Tempo: Heavy, syncopated groove]
Little Boy Blue, come blow on your horn,
A secret delight in the fields of the corn!
The sheep are all lost, the cows are astray,
While you’re busy carving your pleasures all day!
[Growl: THE HORN IS HARDENED!]
[Verse 2: The Old Lady in a Shoe]
[Instruments: Industrial clanking, heavy, metallic beat]
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe,
She had so many lovers, she didn't know what to do!
She gave them no broth, she whipped them to sleep,
In the cramped, dark leather, the lust runs deep!
[Verse 3: Little Jack Horner]
[Instruments: Sharp, discordant stabs of guitar feedback]
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating his pride with a thumb!
He pulled out a plum, and tasted the scum,
And begged for the thrill to come!
[Seductive whisper: Squeeze it... harder...]
[Chorus: All songs collide into a chaotic rhythmic wall]
[Instruments: Massive, sludge-heavy distortion, layered with distorted music box chimes]
The nursery is broken, the gate is wide,
Nowhere for the hollowed spirits to hide!
Wicked the rhyme, and filthy the play,
We’re tearing the childhood innocence away!
[Vocals: Harmonized screeching and guttural groans]
[Verse 4: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary]
[Tempo: Fast, aggressive death-metal tempo]
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And bodies buried down below!
[Sound: The rhythmic digging of soil]
[Verse 5: Knick-Knack Paddy-Whack]
[Instruments: Staccato, percussive chugging]
Knick-knack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone,
Leave a man craving, all on his own!
The strike is the rhythm, the bone is the toy,
For every dark game that we learn to enjoy!
[Verse 6: The Baker’s Man]
[Instruments: Slow, sludge-heavy, oppressive bass]
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man,
Knead me the flesh as fast as you can!
Roll it, and prick it, and mark it with 'B',
And shove it in the oven for the heat to see!
[Outro: Everything drops to a single, pulsing sub-bass drone. The music box melody returns, pitch-stretched and warping.]
(Female vocals, breathy, close to the mic)
The oven is hot...
(Deep, guttural response)
...and we are the meat.
[Final Sound: A sharp, metallic slam of an oven door closing, followed by the sound of a match being struck and the steady hiss of gas.]

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[Intro: The sound of a child’s toy horn, pitch-shifted to a low, unsettling drone. A steady, hydraulic "hiss" and "clank" sets a mechanical, rhythmic pace.] [Verse 1: Little Boy Blue] [Tempo: Heavy, syncopated groove] Little Boy Blue, come blow on your horn, A secret delight in the fields of the corn! The sheep are all lost, the cows are astray, While you’re busy carving your pleasures all day! [Growl: THE HORN IS HARDENED!] [Verse 2: The Old Lady in a Shoe] [Instruments: Industrial clanking, heavy, metallic beat] There was an old lady who lived in a shoe, She had so many lovers, she didn't know what to do! She gave them no broth, she whipped them to sleep, In the cramped, dark leather, the lust runs deep! [Verse 3: Little Jack Horner] [Instruments: Sharp, discordant stabs of guitar feedback] Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating his pride with a thumb! He pulled out a plum, and tasted the scum, And begged for the thrill to come! [Seductive whisper: Squeeze it... harder...] [Chorus: All songs collide into a chaotic rhythmic wall] [Instruments: Massive, sludge-heavy distortion, layered with distorted music box chimes] The nursery is broken, the gate is wide, Nowhere for the hollowed spirits to hide! Wicked the rhyme, and filthy the play, We’re tearing the childhood innocence away! [Vocals: Harmonized screeching and guttural groans] [Verse 4: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary] [Tempo: Fast, aggressive death-metal tempo] Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells, and cockle shells, And bodies buried down below! [Sound: The rhythmic digging of soil] [Verse 5: Knick-Knack Paddy-Whack] [Instruments: Staccato, percussive chugging] Knick-knack, paddy-whack, give a dog a bone, Leave a man craving, all on his own! The strike is the rhythm, the bone is the toy, For every dark game that we learn to enjoy! [Verse 6: The Baker’s Man] [Instruments: Slow, sludge-heavy, oppressive bass] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, Knead me the flesh as fast as you can! Roll it, and prick it, and mark it with 'B', And shove it in the oven for the heat to see! [Outro: Everything drops to a single, pulsing sub-bass drone. The music box melody returns, pitch-stretched and warping.] (Female vocals, breathy, close to the mic) The oven is hot... (Deep, guttural response) ...and we are the meat. [Final Sound: A sharp, metallic slam of an oven door closing, followed by the sound of a match being struck and the steady hiss of gas.]

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