The Troll Stomp

electronic dance, energetic, male vocals, synthesizer

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[INTRO — distant rumbling, deep male voices]

Under the floor.
Under the stone.
Under the noise
you call your own.
You hear the bass?
That's us.
You're welcome.

[VERSE 1]

They built this place on top of our home.
Brick on the roof.
Roots through the stone.
Humans came in.
Humans went out.
Never once thought to look down.
We've got tunnels.
We've got rooms.
We've got mushrooms in the gloom.
Got old bones.
Got lost keys.
Got three dead phones
and someone's teeth.

Don't ask..

[CHORUS — huge stomping rhythm]

STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Feel that shake?
That's not the bass.
That's the floor we make.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Hear that sound?
We're dancing underneath you.
We're dancing underground.

[VERSE 2]

We know every pipe.
We know every crack.
Know which walls breathe.
Know which floors have trickery.
When the witches need a tunnel made—
They knock twice.
We get paid.
When the Goblin needs the speakers moved—
“Fine.”
When the Shadow comes slipping through—
“Don't mind us.”
We've got work to do.

[PRE-DROP — dry troll voices]

Fairy:
“What's underneath us?”

Troll:
“Stone.”

Fairy:
“What's underneath the stone?”

Troll:
“More stone.”

Fairy:
“And underneath that?”

Troll:
“Us.”

[beat]

Fairy:
“Oh.”

Troll:
“Yep.”

[DROP]

[VERSE 3]

Humans lose things.
We find things.
Coins.
Rings.
Keys.
Shiny things.
Magic sword?
It will suffice.
Broken bottle?
Nice.
Ancient cursed relic?
They won't miss this.
Someone lost a single shoe.
We kept it.
Don't know why.
But it's ours till we die.

[CHORUS]

STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Feel that shake?
That's not the bass.
That's the floor we make.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Hear that sound?
We're dancing underneath you.
We're dancing underground.

[BREAKDOWN — bass almost disappears]

Too loud.
Too bright.
Too many fairies every night.
Too much singing.
Too much gin.
Too many witches letting things in.
...
Keep going.

[BUILD]
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Feel the ceiling?
That's us.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
You feel that?
That's the weight.

[DROP]
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.

[FINAL VERSE]
The Goblin thinks he runs the show.
The witches think they're in control.
The Shadow thinksit owns the dark.
The fairies thinkthey leave a mark.
Cute.
Very cute.
We've been here the whole damn time.
Holding up the floor.
Moving stone.
Keeping secrets.
Keeping score.

[FINAL CHORUS]

STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Feel that shake?
That's not the bass.
That's the floor we make.
STOMP.
STOMP.
STOMP.
Hear that sound?
The whole damn rave
is dancing underground.

[OUTRO — rumbling, exhausted]

Party's over.
Morning's near.

Who's cleaning up?

Guess we're here.

Champagne on the stone.
Glitter in the drain.
Fairy wings in the tunnels.
Someone's vomited flame.

The witches disappeared.
The goblin's gone.
The fairies took the bottles
and danced till dawn.

Nobody asked us.

Nobody ever does.

So grab a broom.
Move that chair.

Someone's got to
clean this lair.

[beat]

Same time next century?

Fuck's sake.
...
Oh look, someone lost a fang.
[beat]
Keep it.
[TROLL LAUGHTER]

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[INTRO — distant rumbling, deep male voices] Under the floor. Under the stone. Under the noise you call your own. You hear the bass? That's us. You're welcome. [VERSE 1] They built this place on top of our home. Brick on the roof. Roots through the stone. Humans came in. Humans went out. Never once thought to look down. We've got tunnels. We've got rooms. We've got mushrooms in the gloom. Got old bones. Got lost keys. Got three dead phones and someone's teeth. Don't ask.. [CHORUS — huge stomping rhythm] STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Feel that shake? That's not the bass. That's the floor we make. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Hear that sound? We're dancing underneath you. We're dancing underground. [VERSE 2] We know every pipe. We know every crack. Know which walls breathe. Know which floors have trickery. When the witches need a tunnel made— They knock twice. We get paid. When the Goblin needs the speakers moved— “Fine.” When the Shadow comes slipping through— “Don't mind us.” We've got work to do. [PRE-DROP — dry troll voices] Fairy: “What's underneath us?” Troll: “Stone.” Fairy: “What's underneath the stone?” Troll: “More stone.” Fairy: “And underneath that?” Troll: “Us.” [beat] Fairy: “Oh.” Troll: “Yep.” [DROP] [VERSE 3] Humans lose things. We find things. Coins. Rings. Keys. Shiny things. Magic sword? It will suffice. Broken bottle? Nice. Ancient cursed relic? They won't miss this. Someone lost a single shoe. We kept it. Don't know why. But it's ours till we die. [CHORUS] STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Feel that shake? That's not the bass. That's the floor we make. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Hear that sound? We're dancing underneath you. We're dancing underground. [BREAKDOWN — bass almost disappears] Too loud. Too bright. Too many fairies every night. Too much singing. Too much gin. Too many witches letting things in. ... Keep going. [BUILD] One. Two. Three. Four. Feel the ceiling? That's us. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. You feel that? That's the weight. [DROP] STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. [FINAL VERSE] The Goblin thinks he runs the show. The witches think they're in control. The Shadow thinksit owns the dark. The fairies thinkthey leave a mark. Cute. Very cute. We've been here the whole damn time. Holding up the floor. Moving stone. Keeping secrets. Keeping score. [FINAL CHORUS] STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Feel that shake? That's not the bass. That's the floor we make. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Hear that sound? The whole damn rave is dancing underground. [OUTRO — rumbling, exhausted] Party's over. Morning's near. Who's cleaning up? Guess we're here. Champagne on the stone. Glitter in the drain. Fairy wings in the tunnels. Someone's vomited flame. The witches disappeared. The goblin's gone. The fairies took the bottles and danced till dawn. Nobody asked us. Nobody ever does. So grab a broom. Move that chair. Someone's got to clean this lair. [beat] Same time next century? Fuck's sake. ... Oh look, someone lost a fang. [beat] Keep it. [TROLL LAUGHTER]

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