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− | + | ==Terrible Songs by [[Uncle Gadi]]== | |
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+ | ! scope="col" | '''That Awkward Dance''' | ||
+ | ! scope="col" | '''Gangrel Girl''' | ||
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− | | | + | | To the Tune ''Bad Romance'' by Lady Gaga, cover by Halestorm |
− | + | | To the tune of ''Brown Eyed Girl'' by Van Morrison | |
|- | |- | ||
− | | | | + | | dedicated to [[Leon Ostrain Largward]] |
+ | | dedicated to [[Nora Quinn]] | ||
|- | |- | ||
− | | | + | | |
− | + | :I need a investigator, | |
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:I need a Le-on, | :I need a Le-on, | ||
:Who'll follow clues and | :Who'll follow clues and | ||
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:Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! | :Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! | ||
:Let’s do the Awkward Largward Dance | :Let’s do the Awkward Largward Dance | ||
− | | | + | | |
+ | :Well I met her in Dubbo, | ||
:She was beating up the facility guards | :She was beating up the facility guards | ||
:Her claws ripped them a new one | :Her claws ripped them a new one | ||
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:Shala lalalalalallalal la d da | :Shala lalalalalallalal la d da | ||
:La de da | :La de da | ||
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+ | ! scope="col" | '''Daeva Girl ''"Dancing"'' ''' | ||
+ | | '''My Trip to Brisbane''' | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | To the tune of ''Porn Star Dancing'' by My Darkest Days | ||
+ | | To the tune of ''My Generation'' by The Who | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | dedicated to [[Meredith Winchester-Roe]] | ||
+ | | dedicated all the people at Bootcamp | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | :Some girls sit and smell the roses | ||
+ | :Some gaze up at the stars | ||
+ | :Some wave whips, some wear leathers | ||
+ | :Some hang round in bars | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Some say its romantic to go off hunting | ||
+ | :Romping in moon lit vales | ||
+ | :I find it quaint, but I find pleasure | ||
+ | :Hunting and chasing tails.. | ||
+ | |||
+ | :But along comes a girl, from her head to her toes, | ||
+ | :Charging me up like an Vitae Flow yeah ahhh.. | ||
+ | |||
+ | :She entrances young and old | ||
+ | :From Neonate to Elders without a soul, | ||
+ | :She’s got a heart so black and cold (watchin) | ||
+ | :Daeva Girl Dancing | ||
+ | :She wraps her arms around your leg | ||
+ | :She’s got you in a grapple to make you beg | ||
+ | :Got down on my knees and prayed (for more) | ||
+ | :..Lost to a Daeva Girl wrestling | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Just one slip and I’m undone | ||
+ | :Blinding hot as mid-day sun | ||
+ | :I’d Give my all for just (Daeva Girls Dancin) | ||
+ | :Some people like the highland snowfall | ||
+ | :Some like it cool and mild | ||
+ | :She plays rough in hell fire clubs | ||
+ | :She likes hot and wild | ||
+ | :She’s making you weep, she’s disturbing your sleep | ||
+ | :You cant resist her, your heart she’ll reap yeah-ah… | ||
+ | |||
+ | :She entrances young and old | ||
+ | :From Perth to Canberra so cold | ||
+ | :She’s got a heart so black and cold | ||
+ | :Daeva Girl Dancing | ||
+ | :She wraps her arms around your neck | ||
+ | :She’s got the moves to make you beg | ||
+ | :Got me down on my knees and prayed (for more) | ||
+ | :Daeva Girl wrestling | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Just one slip and I’m undone | ||
+ | :Blinding hot as mid-day sun | ||
+ | :I’d Give my all for just one | ||
+ | :A flip and twist and leaves me stunned | ||
+ | |||
+ | :She entrances young and old | ||
+ | :From Perth to Canberra so cold | ||
+ | :She’s got a heart so black and cold | ||
+ | :Daeva Girl Dancing | ||
+ | :She wraps her arms around your neck | ||
+ | :She’s got the moves to make you beg | ||
+ | :Got down on my knees and prayed (I don’t loose again) | ||
+ | :To a Daeva Girl wrestling | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | :Jumped on a plane, flew into to town | ||
+ | :(Talking about my Trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Big Brother Parliament, Lurking round | ||
+ | :(Talking about my Trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :They looked at me with eyes so cold | ||
+ | :(Talking about my Trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Something told me I wouldn’t grow old | ||
+ | :(Talking about my Trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :My Trip to Brisbane | ||
+ | :My Trip to Brisbane | ||
+ | :My serene looking feeling went away | ||
+ | :(Talking about my trip to Brisbane) | ||
− | + | :I’d be nice to eat I heard a gangrel say | |
+ | :(Talking about my trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Going to Elysium, and I cop a fine… | ||
+ | :(Talking about my trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Just walking around in Old Brisbane | ||
+ | :Talking about my Trip to Brisbane | ||
+ | :My trip to Brisbane, My trip to Brisbane | ||
+ | |||
+ | :My happy happy feeling went away. | ||
+ | :You have happy feeling for Brisbane?? | ||
+ | :(Talking about my Trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Maybe I came out on a bad day. | ||
+ | :Every day is a bad day in Brisbane… | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Goddam corporate pirates getting rich | ||
+ | :Talking about my Trip to Brisbane | ||
+ | :They preying for me and I was their ….. | ||
+ | |||
+ | :What else could go wrong? | ||
+ | :I woke the next day in a ditch | ||
+ | :(Talking about my trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | :They beat me up and called me bitch | ||
+ | |||
+ | :They stole my money and took all my stuff | ||
+ | :Im going back to Geelong that’s enough | ||
+ | :(Talking about my trip to Brisbane) | ||
+ | :My Trip to Brisbane, My Trip to Brisbane | ||
|- | |- | ||
− | || .. | + | ! scope="col" | '''Sounds of Violence''' |
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | To the tune of ''Sound of Silence'' by Simon & Garfunkle | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | dedicated all the people at Bootcamp | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | :Hello violence, my old friend, | ||
+ | :We’ve come to play with you again, | ||
+ | :With the bashing and the shattering, | ||
+ | :The bone and and the cartilage, | ||
+ | :Were thrown, like brains splattering against the wall. | ||
+ | :And they die | ||
+ | :A-nother falls, in violence. | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Through bootcamp my skills were honed | ||
+ | :Tested resolve by punching stones, | ||
+ | :An echo heard of Gadi’s terrible songs, | ||
+ | :Victor encouraged with his cries, | ||
+ | :A shadow wolf by the glow of a lone corpse light | ||
+ | :Benjy's chilling bite, | ||
+ | :Another falls, to violence | ||
+ | |||
+ | :Unliving heart can lead astray, | ||
+ | :And my welcome I over stay | ||
+ | :A union meant to heal a chasm deep | ||
+ | :Broken bodies and tales to keep | ||
+ | :And they lies, - covered by a cloak of the night. | ||
+ | :And we recall | ||
+ | :The cry of violence .. | ||
+ | |- | ||
+ | | | ||
+ | | | ||
|- | |- | ||
|} | |} | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==Stories by Old Man Delphi== | ||
+ | '''Of Moon above, and Wolf below''' | ||
+ | :This is a tale, countless ages told | ||
+ | :Among the Wolf, to cub from old. | ||
+ | :It is a story of true love, | ||
+ | :Between Wolf below, and Moon above. | ||
+ | :The Wolf and Moon were One they say, | ||
+ | :The closest of friends, to this very day. | ||
+ | :The sky at night their hunting grounds, | ||
+ | :Their depth of love, it knew no bounds. | ||
+ | :A Serpent’s tale of righteous pride, | ||
+ | :Chased the Moon, who tried to hide. | ||
+ | :She fell to Earth, Wolfs' heart grew sore, | ||
+ | :The Moon still flew; the Wolf no more. | ||
+ | :The faithful Moon shines loving light | ||
+ | :To call the Wolf back to their flight. | ||
+ | :To light his way back to her side, | ||
+ | :Apart, for duty and for pride. | ||
+ | :The Wolves tell of a night to come, | ||
+ | :When Wolf returns to Moon, his One. | ||
+ | :The Wolf at night calls to His Mate, | ||
+ | :All alone, cursing Fate. | ||
+ | :And to this day the Wolf will cry, | ||
+ | :A mournful Howl to the night sky. | ||
+ | :This is the story all cubs know, | ||
+ | :Of Moon above, and Wolf below. | ||
+ | |||
+ | '''The Tale of the Cassius the Obscure''' | ||
+ | :It was in Linz, near the turn of the 20th Century. There was a courtier there by the name of Cassius. Cursed by his embrace with the horrors of the Nosferatu. As a neonate he was never happy with his rebirth and had come to visit me for guidance and a prophesy of his future. Now I think on it, it was strange. I thought the gods to be playing a trick, or perhaps some benevelonce was amusing them, but their words were that he would rise above the circumstances of his existence. It seemed to bring him some measure of hope. | ||
+ | :He set about trying to find his path, his way to overcome his curse. He delved into all kinds of forbidden knowledge, our conversations were quite interesting and often lasted well into the night. He travelled through Europe visiting ancient sites of significance, gathering what knowledge he could and trying to make sense of it all. | ||
+ | :It was just before the first Great War I think... Having exhausted the knowledge he could accumulate in Europe over the previous hundred or so years, he turned his eyes to the African continent. He travelled to Egypt. I do not know exactly what happened there, or what he found, for his grip on sanity more tenuous when he returned. He became more skittish, secretive and obsessed with incorporating these experiences into his knowledge. He would talk about a new aeon of kindred existence. | ||
+ | :He became obsessed with the works of Alister Crowley, the Englishman, and his Order of the Golden Dawn. He devoted his study to the precepts of the spiritual philosophy called Thelema. | ||
+ | :It was about this time that we noticed a difference. | ||
+ | :We could not feel his presence anymore. He did not smell Kindred, though he still most certainly was. It was like his beast, his predatory aura was obscured. | ||
+ | :The neonates began to call him Cassius the Obscure. | ||
+ | :Many went to him in search of this knowledge. Some tried, but the..processes he subjected them to often left them as broken, half shadows of themselves. The Prince, She decreed that no more of the court could study with him. He became a hermit and retreated to the hills of the city, only coming in a few times a year, and still with that same strange void of aura. | ||
+ | :Neonates, eager to learn his tricks would still, in defiance of the law, seek him out. If they learned the trick...well, they never returned to Linz to spread the tale. | ||
+ | :I have the diary of one Neonate who went to visit him..one of the poor souls who was so broken, it was deemed merciful to force the torpored sleep on him to let his mind rest. It tells of strangeness and tribulation. The secret of the actual transformation...well It is not contained in that book, and after a few pages, well I think that Pavel went quite mad. It is mostly gibberish. Perhaps some of the songs that were written in the 1960's could have benefited by the visions he described, or maybe that painter Salvador Dali could have made more sense of it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | == Twitter from Geelong== | ||
+ | == Brisbane Publications == |
Revision as of 08:47, 11 December 2017
Some of the IC information, publications, and information available
Terrible Songs by Uncle Gadi
That Awkward Dance | Gangrel Girl |
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To the Tune Bad Romance by Lady Gaga, cover by Halestorm | To the tune of Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison |
dedicated to Leon Ostrain Largward | dedicated to Nora Quinn |
|
|
Daeva Girl "Dancing" | My Trip to Brisbane |
To the tune of Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days | To the tune of My Generation by The Who |
dedicated to Meredith Winchester-Roe | dedicated all the people at Bootcamp |
|
|
Sounds of Violence | |
To the tune of Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkle | |
dedicated all the people at Bootcamp | |
| |
Stories by Old Man Delphi
Of Moon above, and Wolf below
- This is a tale, countless ages told
- Among the Wolf, to cub from old.
- It is a story of true love,
- Between Wolf below, and Moon above.
- The Wolf and Moon were One they say,
- The closest of friends, to this very day.
- The sky at night their hunting grounds,
- Their depth of love, it knew no bounds.
- A Serpent’s tale of righteous pride,
- Chased the Moon, who tried to hide.
- She fell to Earth, Wolfs' heart grew sore,
- The Moon still flew; the Wolf no more.
- The faithful Moon shines loving light
- To call the Wolf back to their flight.
- To light his way back to her side,
- Apart, for duty and for pride.
- The Wolves tell of a night to come,
- When Wolf returns to Moon, his One.
- The Wolf at night calls to His Mate,
- All alone, cursing Fate.
- And to this day the Wolf will cry,
- A mournful Howl to the night sky.
- This is the story all cubs know,
- Of Moon above, and Wolf below.
The Tale of the Cassius the Obscure
- It was in Linz, near the turn of the 20th Century. There was a courtier there by the name of Cassius. Cursed by his embrace with the horrors of the Nosferatu. As a neonate he was never happy with his rebirth and had come to visit me for guidance and a prophesy of his future. Now I think on it, it was strange. I thought the gods to be playing a trick, or perhaps some benevelonce was amusing them, but their words were that he would rise above the circumstances of his existence. It seemed to bring him some measure of hope.
- He set about trying to find his path, his way to overcome his curse. He delved into all kinds of forbidden knowledge, our conversations were quite interesting and often lasted well into the night. He travelled through Europe visiting ancient sites of significance, gathering what knowledge he could and trying to make sense of it all.
- It was just before the first Great War I think... Having exhausted the knowledge he could accumulate in Europe over the previous hundred or so years, he turned his eyes to the African continent. He travelled to Egypt. I do not know exactly what happened there, or what he found, for his grip on sanity more tenuous when he returned. He became more skittish, secretive and obsessed with incorporating these experiences into his knowledge. He would talk about a new aeon of kindred existence.
- He became obsessed with the works of Alister Crowley, the Englishman, and his Order of the Golden Dawn. He devoted his study to the precepts of the spiritual philosophy called Thelema.
- It was about this time that we noticed a difference.
- We could not feel his presence anymore. He did not smell Kindred, though he still most certainly was. It was like his beast, his predatory aura was obscured.
- The neonates began to call him Cassius the Obscure.
- Many went to him in search of this knowledge. Some tried, but the..processes he subjected them to often left them as broken, half shadows of themselves. The Prince, She decreed that no more of the court could study with him. He became a hermit and retreated to the hills of the city, only coming in a few times a year, and still with that same strange void of aura.
- Neonates, eager to learn his tricks would still, in defiance of the law, seek him out. If they learned the trick...well, they never returned to Linz to spread the tale.
- I have the diary of one Neonate who went to visit him..one of the poor souls who was so broken, it was deemed merciful to force the torpored sleep on him to let his mind rest. It tells of strangeness and tribulation. The secret of the actual transformation...well It is not contained in that book, and after a few pages, well I think that Pavel went quite mad. It is mostly gibberish. Perhaps some of the songs that were written in the 1960's could have benefited by the visions he described, or maybe that painter Salvador Dali could have made more sense of it.