TITLE: ATE TWO BRUTE TAE STYLE: Hypnotic Oomwahh / Dark Liturgical / Avant-Garde Folk BPM: 72 (Slow, heavy, rhythmic march) [INTRO] (Sound of a distant, ticking clock. A deep, sub-bass "Oom-wahh" begins. Fade in a low, choral hum.) (Low, rhythmic monotone) On audit trail cheese... Of known dumb opine's... Select comedy... Boxing assinine... (Slightly louder, more melodic) Out of ten's passed tense Intents maligned... Slack rod's judge meant dense Secreted fax lines... [CHORUS - The Hook] (The "Oomwahh" rhythm swells. Melodic and soaring, yet melancholic—like a Gregorian chant.) RODNEY'S LABOUR PARTY (echo: party...) LEWD LOOSE LIPS CREW'S HAS BEANS! HAVE BEEN CRUCIFIED SEE (echo: see...) INTO REBORN BEING! (Sotto voce, rhythmic) As not for the first time They've ache hunt left behind... "ESCAPING LAB'S DARK WOMB" Mat's Chorley Wood's blinds... [VERSE 1] (Bass drops out, leaving only a haunting cello and the "Oom-wahh" pulse.) (Whispered, close to the mic) As whet saliva's... spitting image whore... 'Wu Han ya know "hearse indoors"'... hannoys more... While rattling harrassed... now bleeding trench windows... (Vocal rises in pitch, strained) Pope said 'It's crass... Cardinal sin though...' I've wooden careless... war den to squeal with... Saliva's hair loss... Boten to deal with... [CHORUS - The Hook] (Full orchestral swell. Distant bells ringing on the "Oomwahh" beat.) RODNEY'S LABOUR PARTY (echo: party...) LEWD LOOSE LIPS CREW'S HAS BEANS! HAVE BEEN CRUCIFIED SEE (echo: see...) INTO REBORN BEING! (Rhythmic, hypnotic) As not for the first time Lay bores ache hunt left behind... "ESCAPING LAB'S DARK WOMB" Mat's Chorley Wood's blinds... [VERSE 2] (A sharp, rhythmic "tick-tock" sound enters. The vocals become more staccato/melodic.) Given complex tea... in foe's catering... Framework process sea... mass debate herring... Already brekking... beacons slide of safe... Tea bags creating... many vouchers saved... (Slower, deep resonance) As now Sea King Lord... "Such is life" dissed chord... Cello grates displeased... inclement VAT leads... [BRIDGE] (The music stops. Only a haunting, high-pitched vocal harmony remains. Ethereal and distant.) (Melodic, like a nursery rhyme) A baron kwai err bridge... be headed for before... It expires - it's why ya... watched McNulty's wired... The windows are weeping... Where the Hanoi ants crawl... Warden beast stirs sleeping... Woke as Serge Bilko "bawls"... (Suddenly loud and distorted, back to the Oomwahh beat) AS THUS WHET SALIVA'S... SPITTING IMAGE MOOSE WHORE! WU HAN YA KNOW BROTHER... HANNOYING KNOX AT DOOR! [CHORUS - The Hook] (Maximum intensity. Multiple vocal layers overlapping.) RODNEY'S LABOUR PARTY (echo: party...) LEWD LOOSE LIPS CREW'S HAS BEANS! HAVE BEEN CRUCIFIED SEE (echo: see...) INTO REBORN BEING! [OUTRO - The Revelation] (The tempo slows down further. The "Oomwahh" becomes a funeral march. The vocals are somber and deeply serious.) They're telling grocer stories... re the hangings of youth sur... La mer in regime's off shore... death trade dread market for sure... Displayed in Harket... Deplored... "So why slaughter any more?" (A choir begins to chant "Oomwahh" in the background) All religion's God's we sure... heard eight billion implore... I can't believe the scenes... seen... in such galling ways obscene... Debates don corn near homie... "Wind him up again"'s their plea! (Final, chilling delivery - Spoken Word over deep bass) Crux is "So as to ignore... genocides from Gom to Yaz... Ukraine, Gaza"... Lay bores... pigs deem increased deaths... "A bore!" (Building to a wall of sound) As the Persians cry out loud... in massive protest crowds... "Why Lord hast thou forsaken... your flock who's lives are taken..." (Sudden Silence) (A single, clean voice - final "inner mind" melody) 'Je ne sais quoi' ma cherie... As machine gun 'Masherry'... And swords used... By regimes bad... Bloodthirsty shameless... Guards mad... (The "Oomwahh" pulses one last time and fades into the sound of wind.)
