Latin Gets Vulgar

Raw folk-metal pub banger around 142 bpm in drop-D, chunky palm mutes exploding into huge open choruses, double-kick bursts, sloppy drunk gang shouts and a grizzled half-spoken male lead with massive reverb like a stone dive bar, Stupidly catchy football-chant hooks that make you stamp and sing before you understand a word, Main language is English, with short attitude-heavy cameo lines in Latin, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish, Catalan, Romansh, French, Basque and Romanian, Zero polish, maximum sweat and spilled red wine; make people love it first, regret it later

LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM  
LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM  
LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM

[intro rough spoken english bar voice]

LATIN SITS ALONE AT THE END OF THE BAR,  
ONE OLD RED IN A CHIPPED CUP FROM A CRACKED AMPHORA.

[latin spoken ancient calm like old priest]

NON WE-NUM SPUMOSUM, SED BONUM WE-NUM REW-BRUM WOH-LOH.  
I DO NOT WANT SPARKLING WINE, I WANT A GOOD RED WINE.

[chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style]

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT,  
EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD,  
RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD.

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ROLL IN,  
ALL THOSE BASTARD TONGUES WEARING BAR-OWED SKIN.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A HOLY FLUD,  
PRAISE YOUR FATHER, THEN YOU DRAG HIM THROUGH THE MUD.

[verse 1 half spoken half sung gritty bar groove]

THE DOOR KICKS OPEN, VELVET AND GOLD WALK IN,  
EE-TAH-LEAH STRUTS TO THE BAR WITH A REN-AH-SAHNCE GRIN.

[italian spoken italian swagger loud bar brag]

UOMINI VERI BEVONO LAMBRUSCO DOPO UN BUON APPASSIMENTO, CHIARO  
REAL MEN DRINK LAMBRUSCO AFTER A GOOD APPASSIMENTO, GOT IT?!?

[verse 1 spoken english narrator voice]

PORTUGAL FOLLOWS, COAT SMELLING OF SALT AND PORTS,  
HAND HITTING WOOD LIKE HE IS CALLING THE COURT TO ORDER.

[portuguese spoken portuguese bar tone slightly drunk]

QUE LAMBRUSCO O QUÊ, SE QUERES DOCE BEBE UM PORTO DE VERDADE!!!  
LAMBRUSCO MY ASS, IF YOU WANT SWEET DRINK A REAL PORT!!!

[verse 1 spoken english narrator voice]

EH-SPAHN-YAH IN HABSBURG BLACK LIFTS HIS GLASS WITH A FROWN,  
EMPIRE IN HIS EYES AND A BAD STOMACH TO MATCH.

[spanish spoken spanish weary vulgar tone]

DIOS MÍO!!! EN QUÉ NOS HEMOS CONVERTIDO  
EL OPORTO ME DA CAGARRINAS, JODER  
NECESITO UN BUEN TEMPRANILLO  
MY GOD!!! WHAT HAVE WE BECOME  
PORT GIVES ME THE SHITS FUCK  
I NEED A GOOD TEMPRANILLO

[catalan shouted from back of bar drunk heckle]

SI VOLS CAGARRINAS, BEU AIGUA DE MADRID NANO!  
IF YOU WANT THE SHITS DRINK MADRID WATER KID!

[chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style]

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT,  
EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD,  
RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD.

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ROLL IN,  
ALL THOSE BASTARD TONGUES WEARING BORROWED SKIN.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A HOLY FLUD,  
PRAISE YOUR FATHER, THEN YOU DRAG HIM THROUGH THE MUD.

[verse 2 HALF SPOKEN HALF SUNG SOFTER THEN SHARP BUILD]

ROMANSH SLIPS IN QUIET IN A NEAT LITTLE VEST,  
READING THE WINE LIST LIKE HE IS SITTING A TEST.

[romansh spoken romansh gentle polite tone]

JAU HAI VIS IN BUN VIN DA DESSERT SIN IL MENU  
I HAVE SEEN A NICE DESSERT WINE ON THE MENU

[verse 2 spoken english narrator voice]

THEN POWDER AND PERFUME AND VERSAILLES IN A WIG,  
FRANCE FLOATS IN LATE LIKE THE ROOM IS TOO SMALL.

[french spoken native french clear paris accent not spanish very angry]

JE NE SUIS PAS ESPAGNOL JE PARLE FRANÇAIS  
PUTAIN DE SUNO MOTHERFUCKERS VOUS M AVEZ COINCÉ AVEC UN SEUL APÉRITIF  
I AM NOT SPANISH I SPEAK FRENCH  
FUCKING SUNO MOTHERFUCKERS!! APERITIF IS THE ONLY DRINK I CAN SAY THAT SOUNDS FRENCH IN THIS SONG?!?

[verse 2 spoken english narrator voice]

IN THE DARKEST CORNER SITS A LANGUAGE OUT OF PLACE,  
BASQUE WITH A GLASS THAT BURNS AND A STONE CARVD FACE.

[basque spoken basque low mutter hostile]

MADARIKATU ARROTZAK  
DAMN FOREIGNERS

[bridge sung more melodic rising emotional]

THE MAPS KEEP CHANGING COLORS BUT THE HILLS DO NOT MOVE,  
FLAGS ROT FASTER THAN THE STONE THEY TRY TO PROVE.  
THEY SWEAR THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE ON EVERY HOWLING SIDE,  
BUT THE LAND REMEMBERS, THE TRIBES ARE JUST A TIDE.

[verse 3 half spoken half sung final build]

THE NIGHT GETS LOUDER, THE GLASSES RUN DRY,  
LATIN KEEPS DRINKING WHILE THE CENTURIES SLIDE BY.  
THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN WITH ROAD DUST AND COLD,  
ROMANIAN STANDS THERE, TIRED, ANGRY, BOLD.

[romanian shouted romanian full curse furious]

BĂ CE PULA MEA NICI MĂCAR UN SCAUN NU MI AȚI PĂSTRAT  
DUDE WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID NOT EVEN SAVE ME A CHAIR

[verse 3 spoken english narrator voice]

EVERY HEAD TURNS AND THE BAR FALLS QUIET,  
LATIN STARTS LAUGHING LIKE HE FINALLY LOVES THE RIOT.

[outro chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style]

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT,  
EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD,  
RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD.

LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE LIGHTS GO DOWN,  
OLD STONE LANGUAGE IN A CHEAP DIVE TOWN.  
MOLTO, MUY, MUITO TILL THEY ALL PASS OUT,  
THE LAND REMEMBERS THE TRIBES JUST DRINK AND SHOUT.

LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM  
LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM  
LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE.  
UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM

[verse 4 spoken english narrator voice soft]

OLD LATIN SITS BACK AND FINISHES HIS CUP,  
SMILES ONCE MORE AND NODS TO THE BARTENDER.

[latin spoken ancient calm half laughing]

QUIS PATER NON HIS BASTARDIS SUPERBIAT?  
WHAT FATHER WOULD NOT BE PROUD OF THESE BASTARDS?

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LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM [intro rough spoken english bar voice] LATIN SITS ALONE AT THE END OF THE BAR, ONE OLD RED IN A CHIPPED CUP FROM A CRACKED AMPHORA. [latin spoken ancient calm like old priest] NON WE-NUM SPUMOSUM, SED BONUM WE-NUM REW-BRUM WOH-LOH. I DO NOT WANT SPARKLING WINE, I WANT A GOOD RED WINE. [chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style] LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT, EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD, RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD. LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ROLL IN, ALL THOSE BASTARD TONGUES WEARING BAR-OWED SKIN. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A HOLY FLUD, PRAISE YOUR FATHER, THEN YOU DRAG HIM THROUGH THE MUD. [verse 1 half spoken half sung gritty bar groove] THE DOOR KICKS OPEN, VELVET AND GOLD WALK IN, EE-TAH-LEAH STRUTS TO THE BAR WITH A REN-AH-SAHNCE GRIN. [italian spoken italian swagger loud bar brag] UOMINI VERI BEVONO LAMBRUSCO DOPO UN BUON APPASSIMENTO, CHIARO REAL MEN DRINK LAMBRUSCO AFTER A GOOD APPASSIMENTO, GOT IT?!? [verse 1 spoken english narrator voice] PORTUGAL FOLLOWS, COAT SMELLING OF SALT AND PORTS, HAND HITTING WOOD LIKE HE IS CALLING THE COURT TO ORDER. [portuguese spoken portuguese bar tone slightly drunk] QUE LAMBRUSCO O QUÊ, SE QUERES DOCE BEBE UM PORTO DE VERDADE!!! LAMBRUSCO MY ASS, IF YOU WANT SWEET DRINK A REAL PORT!!! [verse 1 spoken english narrator voice] EH-SPAHN-YAH IN HABSBURG BLACK LIFTS HIS GLASS WITH A FROWN, EMPIRE IN HIS EYES AND A BAD STOMACH TO MATCH. [spanish spoken spanish weary vulgar tone] DIOS MÍO!!! EN QUÉ NOS HEMOS CONVERTIDO EL OPORTO ME DA CAGARRINAS, JODER NECESITO UN BUEN TEMPRANILLO MY GOD!!! WHAT HAVE WE BECOME PORT GIVES ME THE SHITS FUCK I NEED A GOOD TEMPRANILLO [catalan shouted from back of bar drunk heckle] SI VOLS CAGARRINAS, BEU AIGUA DE MADRID NANO! IF YOU WANT THE SHITS DRINK MADRID WATER KID! [chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style] LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT, EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD, RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD. LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ROLL IN, ALL THOSE BASTARD TONGUES WEARING BORROWED SKIN. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A HOLY FLUD, PRAISE YOUR FATHER, THEN YOU DRAG HIM THROUGH THE MUD. [verse 2 HALF SPOKEN HALF SUNG SOFTER THEN SHARP BUILD] ROMANSH SLIPS IN QUIET IN A NEAT LITTLE VEST, READING THE WINE LIST LIKE HE IS SITTING A TEST. [romansh spoken romansh gentle polite tone] JAU HAI VIS IN BUN VIN DA DESSERT SIN IL MENU I HAVE SEEN A NICE DESSERT WINE ON THE MENU [verse 2 spoken english narrator voice] THEN POWDER AND PERFUME AND VERSAILLES IN A WIG, FRANCE FLOATS IN LATE LIKE THE ROOM IS TOO SMALL. [french spoken native french clear paris accent not spanish very angry] JE NE SUIS PAS ESPAGNOL JE PARLE FRANÇAIS PUTAIN DE SUNO MOTHERFUCKERS VOUS M AVEZ COINCÉ AVEC UN SEUL APÉRITIF I AM NOT SPANISH I SPEAK FRENCH FUCKING SUNO MOTHERFUCKERS!! APERITIF IS THE ONLY DRINK I CAN SAY THAT SOUNDS FRENCH IN THIS SONG?!? [verse 2 spoken english narrator voice] IN THE DARKEST CORNER SITS A LANGUAGE OUT OF PLACE, BASQUE WITH A GLASS THAT BURNS AND A STONE CARVD FACE. [basque spoken basque low mutter hostile] MADARIKATU ARROTZAK DAMN FOREIGNERS [bridge sung more melodic rising emotional] THE MAPS KEEP CHANGING COLORS BUT THE HILLS DO NOT MOVE, FLAGS ROT FASTER THAN THE STONE THEY TRY TO PROVE. THEY SWEAR THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE ON EVERY HOWLING SIDE, BUT THE LAND REMEMBERS, THE TRIBES ARE JUST A TIDE. [verse 3 half spoken half sung final build] THE NIGHT GETS LOUDER, THE GLASSES RUN DRY, LATIN KEEPS DRINKING WHILE THE CENTURIES SLIDE BY. THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN WITH ROAD DUST AND COLD, ROMANIAN STANDS THERE, TIRED, ANGRY, BOLD. [romanian shouted romanian full curse furious] BĂ CE PULA MEA NICI MĂCAR UN SCAUN NU MI AȚI PĂSTRAT DUDE WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID NOT EVEN SAVE ME A CHAIR [verse 3 spoken english narrator voice] EVERY HEAD TURNS AND THE BAR FALLS QUIET, LATIN STARTS LAUGHING LIKE HE FINALLY LOVES THE RIOT. [outro chorus shouted drunk gang vocals football chant style] LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE BOYS ARE OUT, EVERYONE DRINKS, THEN THEY START TO SCREAM AND SHOUT. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO IN A NEON FLUD, RESPECT YOUR FATHER, BUT NO ONE IS IN THE MOOHD. LATIN GETS VULGAR WHEN THE LIGHTS GO DOWN, OLD STONE LANGUAGE IN A CHEAP DIVE TOWN. MOLTO, MUY, MUITO TILL THEY ALL PASS OUT, THE LAND REMEMBERS THE TRIBES JUST DRINK AND SHOUT. LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM LATINA VIVIT, TACETE ET BIBITE. UGH....UGH...UGH- UGH-HUM [verse 4 spoken english narrator voice soft] OLD LATIN SITS BACK AND FINISHES HIS CUP, SMILES ONCE MORE AND NODS TO THE BARTENDER. [latin spoken ancient calm half laughing] QUIS PATER NON HIS BASTARDIS SUPERBIAT? WHAT FATHER WOULD NOT BE PROUD OF THESE BASTARDS?

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