Euphemisms Went To Waste

Blues-rock + indie-folk, rural Irish vibe, spoken/melodic male voice, Exact sequence, no repeats, no chorus, each line once, 90 bpm, 4/4, dynamic shifts

(Musical Intro – 4 bars, instrumental folk-blues: light guitar arpeggio + fiddle for rural Irish color)

[Vocalize 1 – male, rhythmic, syllabic]  
Trollo-lolo-lo-lo  
Tralla-la-la  
Libi-libi-libi  
Libi-libi-do!

(Verse 1 – male, spoken-melodic)  
Heated up some Cluck bites, cracked a cold beer can,  
Feeling like a player, gotta roam, damn!  
Feelin’ like it’s time to dock my mast in some bay,  
Find a willing little harbor where my ship can stay.  
Then a voice from the heavens whispered, man, don’t stall —  
Go see the poetess, she’s got soul and all.  
She’s got bats in her belfry, but damn, she’s fine,  
Crazy’s kinda sexy when the curves align.

[Vocalize 2 – male, rhythmic, syllabic]  
Dabu-dibi-dabi  
Buddy-hoh-hey  
Limpi-hampi-dimpi  
Baby, wanna play?

(Verse 2 – male, spoken-melodic)  
Tap-tap on her window, hey princess, mind  
If I come for some tea, leave the world behind?  
Did you polish your scabbard, is the pocket in play,  
Is the cue ball welcome in the corner today?  
She near tore me to ribbons, snarled in my face,  
Lose my address, vanish without a trace!  
I’m a woman of Chaos, that’s all I am,  
You ain’t nestin’ with me, not part of my plan.

[Vocalize 3 – male, rhythmic, syllabic]  
Rimpi-rumpy-dampi  
Simply-pappa-dit  
Simba-pumba-limbo  
Bitchy little bit

(Verse 3 – male, spoken-melodic)  
Euphemisms went to waste, hanging limp on my lips,  
Like a snot misplaced, my lines were useless tips.  
My lines were as useful as an enema to a hare,  
What’s goin’ on in women’s heads in there?  
It’s chaos and wreckage, from wall to wall,  
When you’re feelin’ the itch, don’t you dare call.  
No love for you — just a fly in your ear,  
Sip your own damn tea, I’m outta here.

[Vocalize 4 – male, rhythmic, syllabic]  
Pakka-tuppa-kappa  
Curly-curly-chir  
Wimbi-wombi-wamba  
I’m outta here

(Musical Outro – 4–6 bars, instrumental folk-blues: soft guitar, harmonica, fiddle, gradual fade, echo of vocalizes)

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[Style: blues-rock + indie-folk, rural Irish vibe, spoken/melodic male voice, expressive and slightly rough] [Tempo: 90 bpm, moderate 4/4; dynamics: soft – loud – soft – dynamic] [IMPORTANT: Perform exactly as written below, in exact order. No repeats, no rearranging.] (Musical Intro – 4 bars, instrumental folk-blues: light guitar arpeggio + fiddle for rural Irish color) [Vocalize 1 – male, rhythmic, syllabic] Trollo-lolo-lo-lo Tralla-la-la Libi-libi-libi Libi-libi-do! (Verse 1 – male, spoken-melodic) Heated up some Cluck bites, cracked a cold beer can, Feeling like a player, gotta roam, damn! Feelin’ like it’s time to dock my mast in some bay, Find a willing little harbor where my ship can stay. Then a voice from the heavens whispered, man, don’t stall — Go see the poetess, she’s got soul and all. She’s got bats in her belfry, but damn, she’s fine, Crazy’s kinda sexy when the curves align. [Vocalize 2 – male, rhythmic, syllabic] Dabu-dibi-dabi Buddy-hoh-hey Limpi-hampi-dimpi Baby, wanna play? (Verse 2 – male, spoken-melodic) Tap-tap on her window, hey princess, mind If I come for some tea, leave the world behind? Did you polish your scabbard, is the pocket in play, Is the cue ball welcome in the corner today? She near tore me to ribbons, snarled in my face, Lose my address, vanish without a trace! I’m a woman of Chaos, that’s all I am, You ain’t nestin’ with me, not part of my plan. [Vocalize 3 – male, rhythmic, syllabic] Rimpi-rumpy-dampi Simply-pappa-dit Simba-pumba-limbo Bitchy little bit (Verse 3 – male, spoken-melodic) Euphemisms went to waste, hanging limp on my lips, Like a snot misplaced, my lines were useless tips. My lines were as useful as an enema to a hare, What’s goin’ on in women’s heads in there? It’s chaos and wreckage, from wall to wall, When you’re feelin’ the itch, don’t you dare call. No love for you — just a fly in your ear, Sip your own damn tea, I’m outta here. [Vocalize 4 – male, rhythmic, syllabic] Pakka-tuppa-kappa Curly-curly-chir Wimbi-wombi-wamba I’m outta here (Musical Outro – 4–6 bars, instrumental folk-blues: soft guitar, harmonica, fiddle, gradual fade, echo of vocalizes)

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