Link to article: Artwork Exchange Gift For Perdoh.
[[>]] [[module Rate]] [[/>]] [[=]] + ARTWORK EXCHANGE GIFT FOR [[*user Perdoh]]! > The request was "song lyrics from a K-Class event survivor", and well- here it is! > There's no direct inspiration from this - the names are just names, the events are just events - but the story I was trying to tell was of a young reality bender named Mary Rice, who escaped containment and destroyed the world in her rebellion. The protagonist's sister was a Foundation Researcher, and was killed in the fall out. This is the song of how it all went down. History’s a loaded gun Wielded by Mary Rice She aimed the trigger at the sun and shot between the eyes I stood at my black window Watched the scorching skies I turned the news to ITV, and saw her nightmares visualise And the great Hartford fire[[footnote]] Note: Keeping in with the theme of the Foundation as a circus (making a fool of themselves), I referenced the Hartford Circus fire of 1944, which was one of the worst fire disasters in U.S history. [[/footnote]] has nothing on this tribulation A site for sore eyes, red and cracked from devastation Nation’s rise and fall under the ringmaster’s hand, lab rats in white coats scurry to the piping band She says “If I think, then I am, and I am the eye There is no difference between me and the sky If I was, then I will, and I have been on the rise” CK class collapsing kingdoms, gentrified time At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us? At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust Will they be enough? Will it be enough? To start the exodus? Reality’s a paintbrush Smudged across the skies Ms. Rice under emerald soot, clouds of russet wine Under midnight’s golden blush My sister holds me tight Her lab coat stained with lapis blood, her tears apologise And the Mongol forces would have nothing on this desolation Consensus says surrender your armies, prepare for your abdication They tried their best to toss her to the can, with a subtle wink she slipped her chains and pushed Houdini from his stand They say “Nothing can stop her, from her ascension Not her honour, proper convention If not her puppets, then her playbook Nor apotheosis, or her sainthood” At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross[[footnote]] "The Old Rugged Cross" is a song historically tied to funerals, which makes sense - it's a funeral for the world. However, it's also a song about finding beauty in suffering - which ties in to the artistic language I tried to incorporate. [[/footnote]] Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us? At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust Will they be enough? Will it be enough? To start the exodus? At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us? At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust Will they be enough? Will it be enough? To start the exodus? Is death an apology For the mistakes of life? Do we live in Mary’s world now? Or do we just survive? @@ @@ @@ @@ ++ AN A CAPELLA VERSION OF THE SONG SUNG BY ME!!!! [[embedvideo]] <iframe width="703" height="396" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/G8SJrrwJzcU" title="MARYRICE" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; rel=0; modestbranding; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe> [[/embedvideo]] [[/=]]