Stewart the Stew

a dark, barock theatrical cabaret track for a grotesque, absurdist song Male falsetto vocals chant verses with dramatic expression, accordion and upright bass provide eerie, minimalistic accompaniment, Include sparse percussion, occasional dissonant strings, and carnival-like flourishes, The mood should be simultaneously macabre, humorous, and grotesque, Cinematic, theatrical climax at the final chorus, theatrical, expressions dramatic and evil mockery

The story, idea, and lyrics are the original work of Lamefroid.'' Copyright © 2025 Lamefroid. All rights reserved. Hello, my friend, let’s start at the end, Drip and drop, bloodless you fall. Tick and tock, your heart will stop, Alone in despair, with no one to care. Hello, my friend, a prayer I send, Oh, I’m kidding, I’ll cook while you’re dripping. Chop chop chop, cinnamon, cardamom, and thyme, Good old red wine, du bist ein kleines Schwein. Oh, you were grand, so rich, so fine, I hope your soul will taste divine. Boil boil boil, tender and soft, Your sins in life will not be forgot. Hoard hoard hoard, your heart grew cold, Workers died as your gold piled high. Slice slice slice, we share your meat, Hellequin’s feast makes justice sweet. Hello, my friend, let’s start at the end, Drip and drop, bloodless you fall. Tick and tock, your heart will stop, Alone in despair, with no one to care. Hello, my friend, a prayer I send, Oh, I’m kidding, I’ll cook while you’re dripping. Chop chop chop, cinnamon, cardamom, and thyme, Good old red wine, du bist ein kleines Schwein. Oh, you were grand, so rich, so fine, I hope your soul will taste divine. Boil boil boil, tender and soft, Your sins in life will not be forgot. Back back back, to the start we spin, Good evening, friend, let the hunt begin. Open the door, your prize to behold, A place in our feast, more precious than gold.

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