The Ultimate Album #17 Fantasy Contest Thread

Randalf

Ancient Mariner
If you're familiar with The Ultimate LOTB Setlist Thread, you know the basic idea. This time, since it's about the next album, it'll be a slightly more complicated with more variables coming to play.

Rules and scoring are the following:

*Try to predict the title, structure (songwriting credits, song lenght etc.) and release date of the album #17.

SCORING

You'll get points from...

*Correct album title (10p) or album title with correct nouns (1p per noun, max 5p)
Example A: let's travel back to Ed-Huntour era:
- Actual album title: Brave New World
- Contest entry: World of Chaos -> 1p from the "World"

*Correct release date/month/year
- You'll get 5p if your entry has the correct release date (if global differences occur, we'll go with the UK release date)
- You'll get 3p if your entry has the correct release month/year combination
- You'll get 1p if your entry has the correct release year

Examples with actual release date being 6th Oct. 2020
1) Your entry has 8th Feb. 2020 as release date -> 1p from a correct year
2) Your entry has 20th Oct. 2020 as release date -> 3P from a correct month/year combination

*Correct count of songs, songwriting credits, song position, song titles and song lenght
- You'll get 1p if your entry has the correct total amount of tracks; possible intros or such separated as individual tracks count here as well, even if they're directly linked to a succeeding or preceding song.

Example: your entry has 9 songs and the actual album has 9 as well -> 1p

- You'll get 1p from every correct songwrigint credits combination, regardless the actual running order and extra +1p if the correct credits appears in a correct spot
- If you get the opening and/or closer track credits and/or running time correct, you'll get the points regardless the total amount of songs

Example:
- your entry has three songs credited to Smith/Harris and the actual album has two songs credited to Smith/Harris-> you'll get 2p from two correct credits
- one of the mentioned song entries is the opening track and the actual opening track on the album is indeed credited to Smith/Harris -> +1p per correct credits on a correct spot.

- You'll get 1p from every correct track running time entry with < 30 sec. rounding up to next full minute and >30 sec. rounding down to a previous full minute
- You'll get +1p if a correct song running time appears on correct position

Example:
- Album has three songs with a running time between 6:00 and 6:30, one of them being the opening track
- Member X's entry has the opening track with 6:00 running time-> 1p+1p
- Member Y's entry has the opening track with 5:37 running time -> 1p+1p
- Member W's entry has three song entries with a running times between 6:00 and 6:30 but none of them are in the correct position -> 3p

- You'll get 5p from every correct song title; the noun-rule from the album title does not apply here, however.

EXAMPLE SCENARIO AFTER THE ALBUM #17 ANNOUNCEMENT:

Actual album:

Title: They'll Never Play it Live
Release date: 12th December, 2020

1. The Light of Freedom (Smith/Harris) 6:24 -> 6min
2. The Evil That Once Was (Smith/Dickinson) 5:39 - 6min
3. Deceased Kingdom (Gers/Harris) 7:56 -> 8min
4. Don't You Think I'm a Saviour (Harris) 13:46 -> 14min
5. The Heretic (Gers/Harris/Dickinson) 5:25 -> 5min
6. The Torturer (Smith/Harris/Dickinson) 8:00 -> 8min
7. Am I Sloppy? (Gers/Harris) 5:13 -> 5min
8. Crowley's Crown (Dickinson) 5:11) -> 5min
9. Mother of All Gallops (Murray/Harris) 4:21 -> 4min
10. Don't You Think I Could Save Your Life (Harris) 6:45 -> 7min

Entry (not-too-serious example from the album speculation thread)

Title: I Hope You're Wrong
Release date: 20th January, 2020 = 1p

1. The Light in the Abyss (Smith/Dickinson) 6:13 -> 6min 1p+1p+1p (six minute song 1/2 in a correct position+songwiring credits 1/1) = 3p

2. The Torturer (Gers/Harris) 4:35 -> 5min 5p+1p+1p (correct song title+5min song 1/3+G/H songwriting credits 1/2) = 7p

3. Worth the the Fight (Smith/Harris) 6:24 -> 6min 1p+1p (six minute song 2/2 + songwriting credits S/H 1/1) = 2p

4. After the Storm (Gers/Harris/Dickinson) 7:47 -> 8min 1p+1p (8min song 1/2 + G/H/D songwriting credits 1/1) 2p

5. The Child Who Lost His Way (Smith/Harris/Dickinson) 6:47 -> 7min 1p+1p (7min song 1/1 + S/H/D songwriting credits 1/1) = 2p

6. Abbey of Thelema (Dickinson) 7:03 -> 7min 1p (Sonwriting credits D 1/1) = 1p

7. The Well of Tears (Murray/Harris) 6:45 -> 7min 1p (songwriting credits M/H 1/1) = 1p

8. Night of Reckoning (Smith/Harris) 5:03 -> 5min 1p+1p (5min song 2/3 in a correct position) = 2p

9. Those Who Look Upon... (Harris) 9:32 -> 10min 1p+1p (songwriting credits H 1/1 in a correct position*) = 2p

*= album closer

Total score: 22 points

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Any feedback is welcome; are the rules and scoring a tad bit too confusing? Is there something you don't get or something you'd like to fix? Share your thoughts - I'm not a native English speaker so I might have explained some aspects of the rules rather poorly.

Prize?
Rod Smallwood said:
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Randalf

Ancient Mariner
Maybe I'll try to do a heavily stripped down vanilla version for general use, just in case someone wants to give it a shot, and expand the current one to cover lyrics, cover art and whatever, just for Diesel. ;)
 

Diesel 11

As you scream into the web of silence...
Iron Maiden
St. Gambler


Background:
While flying over the Bermuda Triangle, Bruce Dickinson runs into engine troubles. He manages to get to the Miami harbor before things finally conk out and he crashes into the ocean. He manages to survive, but is left recuperating for months on end. This sends a wake-up message to the band - they aren't getting any younger, and with the likelihood of one of them dying only increasing with each day, Steve Harris takes the initiative to start working on album #17. Over the phone, Bruce agrees to write one song himself during his hospital stint, and he'll just come in to record the vocals while the rest of the band finishes up there stuff.

Thanks to strict rules about visiting hours at Bruce's hospital, Adrian finds that his writing partner won't be able to join him at all this time around, so he tells the rest to do whatever and he'll try to come up with something for whatever direction they end up taking. Dave and Nicko are just in it for the ride anyway, so that leaves Steve and Janick to come up with music for the album. At first they think that writer's block will get the better of them, until they play Virtual XI randomly and start reminiscing about how much fun it was to write that album. Up comes the grand idea to take one of the songs from that album and use it as inspiration for a full-fledged rock opera opus.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you St. Gambler.

1. Savior
(Harris / Gers | 7:31)
Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think I am a savior
Don't you think that I'm your savior
Don't you think that I'm

Long into the night
Long into the flight
Flight among these fucking rocks
Flight that I will take in trucks
Flight will bring me down once floor
Kick me out this fucking door

See your reflection in the night
(My reflection, my reflection)
See your reflection in the night
(My reflection, my reflection)
I come to save you from yourself
(Myself, myself, myself, I am)
I come to save you from this hell
(My hell, my hell, my hell, yeah)

I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
Yeah

Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think I am a savior
Don't you think that I'm your savior
Don't you think that I'm

Wake up back in casino bar
Wake up another bill they charge
Sleep is not for me, the weak
Sleep is not a cure for sleep
Sleep is not counting sheep
Sheep are what they used to see

Oooh, see the mountains lie above
(Mountains lie, the Alps are high)
Oooh, and the door slams my foot
(My fucking foot, this fucking shit)
Hail to the Mary's in my life
(God bless her name, God bless her name)
I'm just a loose cannon ready to fire
(Loosey boy, I'm a cannon toy)

I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
Yeah

Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think I am a savior
Don't you think that I'm your savior
Don't you think that I'm

See your reflection in the night
(My reflection, my reflection)
See your reflection in the night
(My reflection, my reflection)
I come to save you from yourself
(Myself, myself, myself, I am)
I come to save you from this hell
(My hell, my hell, my hell, yeah)

I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
I am, I am, I am, I am the savior
Yeah

Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think I am a savior
Don't you think that I'm your savior
Don't you think that I'm

Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think that I'm a savior
Don't you think that I'm a savior
I'm your savior now!!

2. St. Gambler
(Harris | 5:12)
I roll the dice, I spin the wheel
I don't really care how I feel
Take my eyes, they're bleeding out
Take my spine, it's breaking out
Take my knees, they're fading out
I'm fade fade fading into the sea

Let me free, let me roam in peace
Let me sing about another shop in trop
Let me free, let me roam in peace
Let me sing about how this caged bird sings

I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
Now you're hearing my goddamn song
I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
St. Gambler sings his song

I drift away from rushing crowds
I like to hear how my rushes rouse
Take my head, it's spinning hard
Take my gut, it's hard shards
Take this shit and make it clean
Take my eyes for what they've seen!

Let me free, let me roam in peace
Let me sing about another shop in trop
Let me free, let me roam in peace
Let me sing about how this caged bird sings

I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
Now you're hearing my goddamn song
I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
St. Gambler sings his song

St. Gambler, ever after
St. Gambler, ever after
St. Gambler, ever after
St. Gambler, ever after

I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
Now you're hearing my goddamn song
I'm the saint of the gamblers
I'm a saint, I'm a gambler
I play all day and all night long
St. Gambler sings his song

St. Gambler sings his song
St. Gambler sings his song
St. Gambler sings his song, yeah!

3. Survivor
(Murray / Harris | 6:29)
Spit on the night, take me high!
Spit on the night, make me die!
Spit on the night, I'm so high!
Spit on the night, I'm gonna cry!

Oh my girlfriend left
Oh my dog died
Oh I'm swinging in the shadows of the night
Oh I'm so worthless
Oh I'll start a scene
Let me tell you what a cough drop means

Hey there sister I hope you don't mind
But it sure is nice feeling so high
Hey there mister with the cat in the bag
Well it sure is fine if your life is a drag

I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king
I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king

Survivor, I'm the soul full of sin

Spit on the night, take me high!
Spit on the night, make me die!
Spit on the night, I'm so high!
Spit on the night, I'm gonna cry!

Oh my arms are shakin'
Oh my hand is burned
Oh I think I'm gonna vomit on my turkey bird
Oh my signal's loaded
Hey yeah, me too
When you start a-cummin' we'll all be sniffin' glue

Hey there sister I hope you don't mind
But it sure is nice feeling so high
Hey there mister with the cat in the bag
Well it sure is fine if your life is a drag

I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king
I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king

Survivor, I'm the soul full of sin

Spit on the night, take me high!
Spit on the night, make me die!
Spit on the night, I'm so high!
Spit on the night, I'm gonna cry!

Hey there sister I hope you don't mind
But it sure is nice feeling so high
Hey there mister with the cat in the bag
Well it sure is fine if your life is a drag

I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king
I'm a prowler, they call for me
I'm the one they call the survivor king

Survivor, I'm the soul full of sin
Ha, yes I am, and I'm gonna win

Spit on the night, take me high!
Spit on the night, make me die!
Spit on the night, I'm so high!
Spit on the night, I'm gonna cry!
Spit on the night, take me high!
Spit on the night, make me die!
Spit on the night, I'm so high!
Spit on the night, I'm gonna cry!

4. Minnesota Blues
(Smith / Gers | 7:03)
No, it ain't easy livin' in MN
No, it ain't easy 'cuz we're all fuckin' men
There aren't any women in our streets
Whatever I do all I see is my feet

Hey, hey, hey, you know I'm just like you
I can't get a job but you know they come through
Hey, hey, hey, I've seen the way that you walk
You're so full of slop you can hardly talk

So sit down boy, sit down boy
Come on and stop being so lazy
Sit down boy, sit down boy
If I didn't know better I'd call you sloppy

No, it ain't easy livin' in MN
No, it ain't easy 'cuz it freezes the skin
I pissed in the river when the fish were nippin'
But it froze my dick off, I'd swear I was trippin'

Hey, hey, hey, you know I'm just like you
I can't get a job but you know they come through
Hey, hey, hey, I've seen the way that you walk
You're so full of slop you can hardly talk

So sit down boy, sit down boy
Come on and stop being so lazy
Sit down boy, sit down boy
If I didn't know better I'd call you sloppy

I cried every night when he left us
May God bless Mother Hen
I cry every morning when I see his face in my car
You know I don't get shit at the bar
'Cuz Minnesota ain't the place for hoppin' town

Hey, hey, hey, you know I'm just like you
I can't get a job but you know they come through
Hey, hey, hey, I've seen the way that you walk
You're so full of slop you can hardly talk

So sit down boy, sit down boy
Come on and stop being so lazy
Sit down boy, sit down boy
If I didn't know better I'd call you sloppy

Sit down boy, sit down boy
Come on and stop being so lazy
Sit down boy, sit down boy
If I didn't know better I'd call you sloppy

Play that sweet ol' slop

5. Killing Floor
(Harris / Gers | 8:58)
Hey! I'm back inside!
Hey! No place to hide!
My brain is rattled through!
Hey! Ain't no place for you!

Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level

Gamblers come and gamblers go
St. Gambler goes on forever, I run this show
Watch the people fall on the killing floor
You know that their money won't come back no more

Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back again

Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome back it's time to throw you out the fucking door
Yeah, that's right, ha!

Hey! Public enema one!
Hey! You're rotting under the sun!
Hey! Ain't no place to go!
Hey! St. Gambler runs this show!
Ha, yes he does

Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level

Gamblers come and gamblers go
St. Gambler goes on forever, I run this show
Watch the people fall on the killing floor
You know that their money won't come back no more

Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back again

Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome back it's time to throw you out the fucking door
Yeah, that's right, ha!

Hey! I hope you heard me the first time!
Hey! Don't wanna repeat the second fucking time!
Hey! I hope you heard me the first time!
Hey! It's all love and war right here, right now, right now, right now, right now, yeah!

Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level

Gamblers come and gamblers go
St. Gambler goes on forever, I run this show
Watch the people fall on the killing floor
You know that their money won't come back no more

Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back again

Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome back it's time to throw you out the fucking door
Yeah, that's right, ha!

Welcome home, welcome home!
Welcome home, welcome home!
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart sleeps
Your heart's in my whiskey that I shoot from my slaves
Hey, it ain't easy
Hey, it's underdone
Hey, I hope you're happy, hope you're havin' fun!
Yeah yeah, take this dog back home
Throw him off his throne
Break every bone
Disrobe in front of my chrome

Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, bitch
Get on my level, get on my level

Gamblers come and gamblers go
St. Gambler goes on forever, I run this show
Watch the people fall on the killing floor
You know that their money won't come back no more

Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back no more, yeah
Come back again

Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome to the killing floor
Welcome back it's time to throw you out the fucking door
Yeah, that's right, ha!

Kill!

6. Avenue Sexdrive
(Harris / Murray | 6:29)
Charlay! Charlay!
This is the part where I announce that I'm gay
Charlotte was all right in her way
But I've moved on to Avenue 23

Oooh, I'm smokin' up the alleyway
Oooh, you know my hands are like fingers in clay
You make me what I am
I'm God's naturally born gamblin' man

Ain't no angel can save my soul
Ain't no angel can save my soul
Ain't no angel can save this crock of bull
Ain't no angel comin' back to sing his scroll

Charlay! Charlay!
This is the part where I announce that I'm gay
Charlotte was all right in her way
But I've moved on to Avenue 23

Oooh, you're the Porsche to my Mercedes-Benz
Oooh, like a twilight zone comin' back from my
Yeah
Oooh, you make me feel so fine
Charlay you know how to do it in time

Ain't no angel can save my soul
Ain't no angel can save my soul
Ain't no angel can save this crock of bull
Ain't no angel comin' back to sing his scroll

Charlay! Charlay!
This is the part where I announce that I'm gay
Charlotte was all right in her way
But I've moved on to Avenue 23

Avenue 23
Avenue 23
Avenue 23
Avenue 23
Charlay
Charlay
Charlay
Charlay
Avenue
Ride on you
Avenue
Ride on you
Avenue
Ride on you
Avenue
Avenue
Charlay, yeah, yeah, yeah, you make me see red, yeah

7. Some Kind Of Bassist
(Harris | 9:17)
I'm a wrathchild, I go wild
Every night I'm out in style
Can't bring me down
Can't throw me 'round
I run the biggest band in town

Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah

But they always fuck the guitarists!
But they always fuck the guitarists!
Why do they always fuck the guitarists?!
Stop fucking the guitarists!

Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit!

I don't wanna brag, I just wanna shag
Got no use for hangin' round, yeah
Come on home
Come on now
I just wanna hit the clouds

Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah

But they always fuck the guitarists!
But they always fuck the guitarists!
Why do they always fuck the guitarists?!
Stop fucking the guitarists!

Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit!

So I gamble away my blues!
Yes I gamble away my blues!
Hell I gamble away my blues!
Watch me gamble away my blues!

Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah

But they always fuck the guitarists!
But they always fuck the guitarists!
Why do they always fuck the guitarists?!
Stop fucking the guitarists!

Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit!

I don't wanna fuck around
Everything else in town
Makes me wanna explode
I'm 'Arry for fuck's sake
I don't wanna fuck around
I just wanna fuck you now
Can't take no more
I'm walkin' out the door

Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, yeah I'm fucking hot, yeah

But they always fuck the guitarists!
But they always fuck the guitarists!
Why do they always fuck the guitarists?!
Stop fucking the guitarists!

Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
Some kind of bassist
I can't get shit!

Some cunt's recording this--

8. Return Of Your Ghost
(Gers / Harris | 6:15)
Here I'm back can you see me?
Can you see me? Can you see me?
'Cuz I'm back now
Out on my own, out I roam
I'm the ghost and here I make my home
You're haunted, yeah yeah
You're so haunted, hell yeah

I'm a wraith, I'm a spectre
I'm a geist, I'm your vector
I'm the one they call free
The apparition is me

The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... let me repeat myself
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... you know the name
Now look up my number, yeah!

Life after death, telepathy
Telekinesis, the one for me, one for me
Read me clearly!
Out on my own, out I roam
I'm the ghost and here I make my home
You're haunted, yeah yeah
You're so haunted, hell yeah

I'm a wraith, I'm a spectre
I'm a geist, I'm your vector
I'm the one they call free
The apparition is me

The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... let me repeat myself
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... you know the name
Now look up my number, yeah!

I try to be clear
I try to speak clearly
You don't seem to understand
So let me say it over again!

The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... let me repeat myself
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... let me repeat myself
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... let me repeat myself
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is me, yeah
The apparition is... you know the name
Now look up my number, yeah!

Oh, the apparition is me, yeah!

9. Slaughtering Daughters... Again
(Dickinson | 5:30)
Honey, I stepped out into the night
Trying to catch the late-night show
You know you oughta lock your doors
Because the men like to have a row
All your demons, all your wisemen
We stand in the corners with smiles
Try to run, try to hide
You know we'll take you away tonight!

Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
We did it once before, now we're back for more
Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
I'm in a band with deranged psychos
If they take the Gambler, then lemme bring my daughter to the slaughter once again

I see you crawling under the door at midnight
You know your appearance gave me such a fright
All the men in town like to take a look
But I'm the only one
Who can get his hands inside
The mirror image of my mind
Listen, cuz tonight we're gonna be

Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
We did it once before, now we're back for more
Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
I'm in a band with deranged psychos
If they take the Gambler, then lemme bring my daughter to the slaughter once again

I guess you could say I'm a powerslave
But I had a revelation like the flash of a blade
The song was like an empire made from clouds
Our number one hit, top of the pyre
Lemme throw it into the funeral pyre!

Scream for me!

Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
We did it once before, now we're back for more
Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
I'm in a band with deranged psychos
If they take the Gambler, then lemme bring my daughter to the slaughter once again
Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
We did it once before, now we're back for more
Slaughtering! Daughters! Agaaaaain!
I'm in a band with deranged psychos
If they take the Gambler, then lemme bring my daughter to the slaughter once again

Fuck my life.

10. Rats
(McBrain / Harris | 5:07)
Wot ho said the ting

Jump into the fire
Jump into the sea
Lemmings on their way
To eternity
Mankind is now fucked
Humans run amok
Life and death retreat
Falling from the sun
To the earth below
Leave the rodents to take control...

Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats

So you thought that we would be set free
You thought wrong, you thought wrong
We're left to die in infancy
It's all wrong, it's all wrong
Overrunning the shorelines
Overpopulation reaches our decline
Now we're left like a landmine
Exploding to implode
Fucking gone for good

Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats

You know they come to call
You know it's all they know
Rats are here for supper time
Time to up and go

Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
Rats
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Can you hear the little rats calling?
They're calling, they're calling, they're calling us away!

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Fuckin' mice

11. Accident Of Maiden
(Harris / Gers | 7:10)
I've been abused, I've been sued
I've been mistreated, I've been misconstrued
I know that you've got a bad opinion of me
Lemme tell you, plagiarism ain't easy

It's so hard being rich
It's so hard getting that dough
Gotta help myself
Gotta keep myself
Make your own damn money
And get away from mine

Won't you come into my room
I want to show you all my wares
I just wanna see your blood
I just wanna stand and stare
See the blood begin to flow
As it falls upon the floor
Steve Harris can't be fought
Steve Harris can't be caught

I've been abused, I've been sued
I've been mistreated, I've been misconstrued
I know that you've got a bad opinion of me
Lemme tell you, plagiarism ain't easy

It's so hard being rich
It's so hard getting that dough
Gotta help myself
Gotta keep myself
Make your own damn money
And get away from mine

Won't you come into my room
I want to show you all my wares
I just wanna see your blood
I just wanna stand and stare
See the blood begin to flow
As it falls upon the floor
Steve Harris can't be fought
Steve Harris can't be caught

I've been abused, I've been sued
I've been mistreated, I've been misconstrued
I know that you've got a bad opinion of me
Lemme tell you, plagiarism ain't easy

It's so hard being rich
It's so hard getting that dough
Gotta help myself
Gotta keep myself
Make your own damn money
And get away from mine

Won't you come into my room
I want to show you all my wares
I just wanna see your blood
I just wanna stand and stare
See the blood begin to flow
As it falls upon the floor
Steve Harris can't be fought
Steve Harris can't be caught

I've been abused, I've been sued
I've been mistreated, I've been misconstrued
I know that you've got a bad opinion of me
Lemme tell you, plagiarism ain't easy

It's so hard being rich
It's so hard getting that dough
Gotta help myself
Gotta keep myself
Make your own damn money
And get away from mine

Won't you come into my room
I want to show you all my wares
I just wanna see your blood
I just wanna stand and stare
See the blood begin to flow
As it falls upon the floor
Steve Harris can't be fought
Steve Harris can't be caught

12. Mission From Rod
(Harris / Dickinson | 10:19)
Up up on Huddersfield Hill
Lives the great Roddy Doddy
A sod if I ever knew one
Said he manages a band, he does
Bloody 'ell, he never even took personal finance in high school
Lord of the manor, great importance
Step inside because St. Gambler's on a mission from Rod

Hey, hey, hey now baby
Won't you look my way
Hey, hey, hey now baby
The sheriff comes your way
Ooh, you may not understand
You may try to pretend
But there's no turning back
It's the heart attack

Hey, hey, hey now baby
Rod is lookin' for you
He's only got a small wood
But he can still make do
It's not the size of your shlong
But what you do with it
If you're lookin' for a man
Then he's where you can get it

No, don't ask me where I've been
No, don't ask me why I speak
No, if you wanna know the reason why

#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod

Hey, hey, hey now baby
Don't panic, don't fret
It's just the beginning of the night
You'll get yours yet!
In the evening when the sun don't shine
Rod is out, plenty of time
To take a look, say hello
Ask thrice to stop or go

No, don't ask me where I've been
No, don't ask me why I speak
No, if you wanna know the reason why

#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod

Hey, hey, hey now baby
Rod is lookin' for you
He's only got a small wood
But he can still make do
It's not the size of your shlong
But what you do with it
If you're lookin' for a man
Then he's where you can get it

No, don't ask me where I've been
No, don't ask me why I speak
No, if you wanna know the reason why

#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod

Oooh, all the things I could do
If I had a little Smallwood
It's the Huddersfield world

Hey, hey, hey now baby
Don't panic, don't fret
It's just the beginning of the night
You'll get yours yet!
In the evening when the sun don't shine
Rod is out, plenty of time
To take a look, say hello
Ask thrice to stop or go

No, don't ask me where I've been
No, don't ask me why I speak
No, if you wanna know the reason why

#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod

Open up your doors
Roll down the windows
Ask me what I mean

#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod
#IBlameRod

"Fokken 'ell m8 i r8 8/8!"

Total: 1:25:20

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Post-Script: This is the worst thing I have ever made. I hope someone gets something out of this, because I sure didn't.
 

Collin

New Tool is coming!
I mean like, what was your thought process behind the ''slop'' line in 'Minnesota Blues'?
 

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New Tool is coming!
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Diesel 11

As you scream into the web of silence...
I’m shocked that you didn’t just call this “The Apparition II” and have a lyric “now I’m an apparition too...”
That’s because it’s not “The Apparition II”, it’s the “Return of Your Ghost”. Your refers to MaidenFans, most of whom hate “The Apparition”. It’s that song returning, but this time it’s also absolutely horrendous.
 
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