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Terrible Songs by Uncle Gadi

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 brothels full of … oh daeva elf 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

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.