Forge of Flib feat. Brunnen-G ghost choir

Space thrash metal, growling narrator, pain, evil rhythm, gross bass

V5.5

[Broken Music Box]
[Slow Ritual Pulse]
[Downtuned Sludge Guitars Enter Beneath the Melody]
[Subterranean Bass]
[Distant Ghost Choir]

tick...

Flibbertyjibbet.

Say it again
till the room comes near.

[Heavy Groove Begins]

Flibbertyjibbet, flibbertyjibbet, say it again till the room comes near,
till the clock sweats rust from its little round face, till the spoon in the drawer grows a listening ear,
till the moon in its paper tray gums at the dark with its soft white slit,
and the chikka-chakka ribbit-rabbit under the stairs learns to breathe through it.

Flibba-jibba, flibba-jay, nibba-nabba, nibba-nay,
there was a little wishbone twitching where the old house hid the day,
and it clicked in the walls, and it ticked in the bread,
and it kept every rotten little promise the grown mouths said.

Tikka-tokka, tikka-tock, round went the wishing clock,
silver spit in a thimble cup, velvet thread in a little box,
shimmy-shiver, jangle-jingle, wobble-weather, wonder-wet,
give me the thing I was owed before my skin learned to forget.

[Choir Widens]
[Feedback Swells]

Hoo-rah, hoo-ray, moonbeam in a paper tray,
zip-zam, zig-zay, take my little ache away.
Not the hurt with a name, not the wound with a face,
but the sour little bloom that opens under grace.

[Massive Half-Time Drop]
[Raw Screamed Harmony Under Lead Vocal]

Ooh-ooh-ah-ah, flibbertyjibbet, chikka-chakka, ribbit-rabbit,
take me where the bright things sit, take me where the hands can have it,
whimmy-whammy, wish-it-fit, glitter-gritter, never quit,
hee-ya, hee-ya, spin me quick, flibbertyjibbet, do the trick.

[Industrial Percussion Layers In]

Boppa-bippa, boppa-boom, lantern laughter in the room,
crinkle-blow and candy crow where the hungry fireflies bloom,
flanga-flinga, flitter-flight, pocket full of borrowed light,
twisty-turny velvet thread, little kingdom in my head.

Little kingdom, little crown, little king with button eyes,
little queen with folded cheeks and a smile that multiplies,
little door behind the wall, little hand beneath the bed,
little voice that asks so sweetly why your teeth are full of thread.

[Guitars Become Heavier]
[Choir Becomes Unsettling]

Yah-rah, yah-ray, golden thunder in the clay,
zip-zam, zig-zay, tell me what the shadows say.
They say the song was not a song, they say the game was not a game,
they say the thing that answers you has learned the shape of shame.

[Full Wall of Sound]

[Everything Pulls Back]
[Bare Music Box and Piano]
[Distant Breathing]

Mmm-mmm-ahh, mmm-mmm-ay, every little dream decays,
drip-drop, tick-tock, paper planets drift away.
If you find it, don't let go; if it finds you, do not know;
if it tastes like sugar first, keep it tucked behind the bone.

[Low Drum Begins Like Footsteps]

Rakka-rikka, rakka-ro, tell me where the wishwinds blow,
shiver-shake, silver snake, everything I love might go.
Everything I love might crack, everything I love might grin,
everything I love might come back wrong and ask to crawl back in.

[Crushing Breakdown]
[Sludge Groove]
[Mechanical Choir]

GRR-KRAH, GRR-KRAH, VRR-TAK, VRR-TAK,
flib-ber-ty, jib-bet, knock-knock-knock and answer back.
Want-want-want, take-take-take, little hands behind the cake,
krunk-krak, krunk-krak, gear-jaw, steel-maw, make it wake.

[Blast of Distortion]

I see it, I need it, I saw it first,
vex-null, hex-pulse, grind the star, hush the husk,
wish machine, wish machine, wish machine, wish machine,
turn the little crank until the bright thing starts to dream.

[Music Suddenly Collapses]

Ooh-ooh-ah-ah, flibbertyjibbet, pocket promise, fading lit,
tiny treasure, counterfeit, glitter-gritter, wish-it-fit,
hee-ya, hee-ya, spin me sick, flibbertyjibbet did the trick.
Someone's singing with my lips. Someone's knocking through the crib.

[Only Music Box]
[Single Guitar Harmonic]
[Clock Ticking]

Flibbertyjibbet, flibbertyjibbet, softly now and do not quit,
take me where the bright things sit, take me where the bright things sit.
If the song begins again, let it. If the door is open, shut it.
If you were the child it wanted, you would never fit.

tick...

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[Broken Music Box] [Slow Ritual Pulse] [Downtuned Sludge Guitars Enter Beneath the Melody] [Subterranean Bass] [Distant Ghost Choir] tick... tick... Flibbertyjibbet. Flibbertyjibbet. Say it again till the room comes near. [Heavy Groove Begins] Flibbertyjibbet, flibbertyjibbet, say it again till the room comes near, till the clock sweats rust from its little round face, till the spoon in the drawer grows a listening ear, till the moon in its paper tray gums at the dark with its soft white slit, and the chikka-chakka ribbit-rabbit under the stairs learns to breathe through it. Flibba-jibba, flibba-jay, nibba-nabba, nibba-nay, there was a little wishbone twitching where the old house hid the day, and it clicked in the walls, and it ticked in the bread, and it kept every rotten little promise the grown mouths said. Tikka-tokka, tikka-tock, round went the wishing clock, silver spit in a thimble cup, velvet thread in a little box, shimmy-shiver, jangle-jingle, wobble-weather, wonder-wet, give me the thing I was owed before my skin learned to forget. [Choir Widens] [Feedback Swells] Hoo-rah, hoo-ray, moonbeam in a paper tray, zip-zam, zig-zay, take my little ache away. Not the hurt with a name, not the wound with a face, but the sour little bloom that opens under grace. [Massive Half-Time Drop] [Raw Screamed Harmony Under Lead Vocal] Ooh-ooh-ah-ah, flibbertyjibbet, chikka-chakka, ribbit-rabbit, take me where the bright things sit, take me where the hands can have it, whimmy-whammy, wish-it-fit, glitter-gritter, never quit, hee-ya, hee-ya, spin me quick, flibbertyjibbet, do the trick. [Industrial Percussion Layers In] Boppa-bippa, boppa-boom, lantern laughter in the room, crinkle-blow and candy crow where the hungry fireflies bloom, flanga-flinga, flitter-flight, pocket full of borrowed light, twisty-turny velvet thread, little kingdom in my head. Little kingdom, little crown, little king with button eyes, little queen with folded cheeks and a smile that multiplies, little door behind the wall, little hand beneath the bed, little voice that asks so sweetly why your teeth are full of thread. [Guitars Become Heavier] [Choir Becomes Unsettling] Yah-rah, yah-ray, golden thunder in the clay, zip-zam, zig-zay, tell me what the shadows say. They say the song was not a song, they say the game was not a game, they say the thing that answers you has learned the shape of shame. [Full Wall of Sound] Ooh-ooh-ah-ah, flibbertyjibbet, chikka-chakka, ribbit-rabbit, take me where the bright things sit, take me where the hands can have it, whimmy-whammy, wish-it-fit, glitter-gritter, never quit, hee-ya, hee-ya, spin me quick, flibbertyjibbet, do the trick. [Everything Pulls Back] [Bare Music Box and Piano] [Distant Breathing] Mmm-mmm-ahh, mmm-mmm-ay, every little dream decays, drip-drop, tick-tock, paper planets drift away. If you find it, don't let go; if it finds you, do not know; if it tastes like sugar first, keep it tucked behind the bone. [Low Drum Begins Like Footsteps] Rakka-rikka, rakka-ro, tell me where the wishwinds blow, shiver-shake, silver snake, everything I love might go. Everything I love might crack, everything I love might grin, everything I love might come back wrong and ask to crawl back in. [Crushing Breakdown] [Sludge Groove] [Mechanical Choir] GRR-KRAH, GRR-KRAH, VRR-TAK, VRR-TAK, flib-ber-ty, jib-bet, knock-knock-knock and answer back. Want-want-want, take-take-take, little hands behind the cake, krunk-krak, krunk-krak, gear-jaw, steel-maw, make it wake. [Blast of Distortion] I see it, I need it, I saw it first, vex-null, hex-pulse, grind the star, hush the husk, wish machine, wish machine, wish machine, wish machine, turn the little crank until the bright thing starts to dream. [Music Suddenly Collapses] Ooh-ooh-ah-ah, flibbertyjibbet, pocket promise, fading lit, tiny treasure, counterfeit, glitter-gritter, wish-it-fit, hee-ya, hee-ya, spin me sick, flibbertyjibbet did the trick. Someone's singing with my lips. Someone's knocking through the crib. [Only Music Box] [Single Guitar Harmonic] [Clock Ticking] Flibbertyjibbet, flibbertyjibbet, softly now and do not quit, take me where the bright things sit, take me where the bright things sit. If the song begins again, let it. If the door is open, shut it. If you were the child it wanted, you would never fit. tick... tick...

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