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Requiem: Terrible Songs by Uncle Gadi

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That Awkward Dance	Gangrel Girl
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, I need a Le-on, Who'll follow clues and Foil Dragovich's plans, A Larg-ward-Man with short pants The Awkward Man. . Detecting plots, Uncovering lies, Mekhet Assassins, Gangrel Spies, A Larg-ward-Man Awkward stance! As fast he can. . He come when we need him, The facts wont impeed him Dont look now, or you'll be in the awkward stance . Leon's on the case, When we come face to face With an Awkward Circumstance We're along for the ride, He's got a bit tongue tied, And we'll do the Awarkard Dance . Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh that Awkward Largward Dance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Let’s do the Awkward Largward Dance	Well I met her in Dubbo, She was beating up the facility guards Her claws ripped them a new one And then she kick him in the nuts real hard Done mind them in their fallen state. She took their vitae, She saw me applauding her work And she came right up and, punched me in the face Owww Owww Gangrel girl, O darn my Gangrel girl Now is that any way to treat A Fan of your work? I copped a kick to the family jewels And she, called me a jerk We both started laughing and she Said she she admired my guts, Then another guard came up and got, A spiked boot right in the nuts From you, my Gangrel girl Hold those claws up, my Gangrel Girl Up all night in prison ward It's just a feeding date. Shala lalalalalallalal la d da La de da
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
Sounds of Violence	I'm Gaspar and I'm okay
To the tune of Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkle	To the tune of I'm a Lumberjack by Monty Python
dedicated all the people at Bootcamp	dedicated to Gaspar Acosta Da Blanca
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 ..	He's a pirate and he's okay, He raps all night and he sleeps all day He sails his ship. He loves his crew. He aint been to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he go shoppin' And has buttered Sophie for tea.)
One Night In Geelong	Name
To the tune of One night in Bankok To the tune by Murray head
dedicated all the people of Geelong
Geelong- Forgotten Port City Nighttime visitors don’t know whats in store yet The dark and dirty alley where the corruption thrives With a show of despair from looking de lair ? Time flies - doesn't seem a minute Since the gangrel and the nos took up and moved in The Dragovich minions, are massing, The Crone a talking sacrifices as youra a passing Could be long shadow or familiar stranger Or you’ll find an unmarked grave... One night in Geelong and you lose your humour Vic’s and Cartians rule, but you don’t live for free You will get robbed by the Lancea Sanctum And if your’se wise then you’ll turn and flee I didn’t see that Eddie just hacked me. Every street is looking like another When you’re running from a stabbing over vitae brother, It’s a shame, it a pity, it’ really such a pity, if overlooking the Fitzzy palace, or looking at the city. Hey that Hyena stabbed that Trickzza unprovoked! You, need, to grow strong and tough, Follow the Presidents law, or it might just get tough! Back off I’m a Roe on a mission And I’m a Domus right behind you and I’m loving what your dishing, Who’s bright idea was it to come here anyway, Oh yea … Lacey’s…. One night in Geelong and you loose your honour Not much between despair and ecstasy You will get robbed by the Lancea Sanctum. And the Crone will sacrifice you for free. I can feel the Oracle staring at me. Luna-vic knights put their minds at rest Knowing each night being a bloody quest But still its so much better than a foot in the door or independent study. Thanks gods I’m only visiting here Just watching it all You wouldn’t see me living in such squalor I’d rather have a ditch or a tree in a holler I’d take you away, My covenant invites you, But QLD or SA don’t excite you. So go back to your filth and corruption and houses full of … oh daeva girls… wow… One night in Geelong and you lose your humour Vic’s and Cartians, but you don’t live for free You will get robbed by the corporate Invictus And if your’se wise then you’ll turn and flee I didn’t feel the sheriff just torpor me.

Other Songs not attributed IC to anyone

Gaspar	Title Goes Here
By Mick Atwell, To the tune of	To the tune of
dedicated to Gaspar Acosta Da Blanca	dedicated to
Are you ready kids "Aye Aye Captain" I Can't hear you "AYE AYE CAPTAIN" Ohh... Who lives in a Mountain next to Toowoomba "UNCLE GASPAR" Piratical with claws, cranky is he "UNCLE GASPAR" If nautical nonsense be something you wish "UNCLE GASPAR" Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish "UNCLE GASPAR" READY UNCLE GASPAR UNCLE GASPAR UNCLE GASPAR

Requiem: 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.

The Tale of the Ravens

"There one was a Lord in the Isle of Italia. He had grown fat on the land, and worked many a slave to an early death. He had several strong sons, but what he wished for was a daughter. So he and his wife would make offerings to the gods and pray that they would be blessed with a girl child. The gods are fickle creatures, and a blessing is sometimes a curse, and so it pleased them to test the Lord. They indeed granted his wife fecundity and she soon bore him a girl child, but the child was sickly and grew weaker by the day. The Lord was distraught, and so he sent his 4 sons off to find a cure for the child, telling them not to return unless they had a cure. They boys left and began their search, travelling first to the nearest town. Finding no cure there, they searched further. Still no cure to be found. Finally, they had a lead. It was told that on the slopes of Gran Sasso d'Italia, a plant with a flower white as snow would be the remedy they sought. The brothers had hope for the first time. They made their way across the treacherous countryside, avoiding bandits and creatures alike. There on the slopes, after a long climb they found the plant they were searching for. Taking the single bloom, they carefully made their way back over the precipitous rocky slopes. Half way down the slope, they began to fatigue and sought shelter. One spotted a cave just meters from their location. It was a short, but hazardous climb from their location, but offered the only source of shelter. They crowded into the mouth of the cave and huddled together for warmth. A deep growl emanated from further in the cave. The brothers startled awake as glowing amber eyes emerged from the darkness. Overcome with fear, they scrambled from the cave and out onto the ledge, the creature snapping at their heels. As they climbed over the narrow ledge, one slipped on the unstable ground, falling over the edge. Only the quickness of his older brother prevented his falling to the sharp stones far below. The bloom however, slipped from his pack, tumbling over the edge and picked up by the wind and taken far from their grasp. Scrabbling to escape the creature on their heels, they made their way back down the mountain disheartened as their mission seemed beyond hope. Defeated, they returned home. The lord, their father was not sympathetic to their plight. Their sister, his beloved girl was sicker still, and the boys had failed him. He disavowed them, saying that no sons of his would return in such disgrace and banished them from his sight.

The boys were not seen again After they left, the girl’s health improved and she grew into a beautiful and happy child. She never knew of her brothers, and her life was happy with her parents, who doted on her and gave her everything she wanted. As she grew to adulthood, she began to hear rumours about her brothers from people in the town. Always in shadows and spoken of in whispers, lest the Lord discover. She was a strong willed and spoilt child, used to getting her way, and do she determined to leave her father’s house and find her missing brothers. She first went to the nearest town, asking about her brothers, and if they may have passed this way many years ago. The old wise woman remembered a take of 4 brothers looking for a cure for their sister, and how they travelled the country looking for it. The girl thanked her, and moved to the next town. On and on she went, until at in a town at the foot of Gran Sasso d'Italia. She heard a story. Four brothers looking for a cure foolishly went up the mountain to looks for a cure. Foolish, because all knew that the mountain was the lair of a wild beast, who preyed on animals and townsfolk alike. They had come twice she was told. The second time, they did not return. Not deterred from her mission, they girl determined to climb the mountain to search for the fate of her brothers. Climbing the mountain was perilous, but she persevered. As she climbed, 4 Ravens circled overhead watching her progress, waiting for her to slip that they might take advantage of her situation. The climb was more exhaustive than she had predicted, and soon, she sought shelter from the battering winds. She found a cave along a narrow and uneven path, but it was the only hope of shelter. Carefully she made her way into the mouth of the cave and took her rest. A deep growl emanated from further in the cave. She startled awake as glowing amber eyes emerged from the darkness. The ravens flew into the cave, surrounding her, screeching at the creature in the cave. The Lord was troubled by his daughter’s absence. He had given her everything that she had ever wanted and was angry at her demands to find her brothers, the very brothers who had failed her as an infant. He gathered his men and sent them off in search of her. They did not return. He levied more from the town to search for his missing child. Still none returned. The townsfolk defied him. They would no longer send their husbands and sons on his missions. Rumour of the cursed family spread. A darkness had befallen them it was whispered. That was when 6 Ravens were seen flying over the town, heading towards the Keep. None could say what happened in the Keep that night. The Lord’s wife was never able to say for sure. Her eyes grew wild whenever she was asked about it. The Ravens were spotted again, once, leaving the keep. The Lord was never seen again."

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