The Ultimate Album #17 Fantasy Contest Thread

Discussion in 'Maiden Chat' started by Randalf, Feb 11, 2019 at 7:46 PM.

  1. Randalf

    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?
     
    Last edited: Feb 11, 2019 at 9:35 PM
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  2. chaosapiant

    chaosapiant Ancient Marinade

    This looks really complicated.
     
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  3. Randalf

    Randalf Ancient Mariner

    Yup. Maybe I'll try to remove a few variables such as scoring for right positioning and such and cut it down to a couple of more essential things.
     
  4. Mosh

    Mosh The years just pass like trains Staff Member

    Infinite maidenfan theorem?
     
  5. Collin

    Collin Tool Aficionado

    @Diesel 11 Volunteers as tribute to be the only user to enter the contest.
     
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  6. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

    Shhhh, I'm working on my contribution! Will also include lyrics to spice things up. :ok:
     
  7. Collin

    Collin Tool Aficionado

    Oh god...
     
  8. Randalf

    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. ;)
     
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  9. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

    Iron Maiden
    St. Gambler
    [​IMG]

    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...

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    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

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

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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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    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.
     
  10. Collin

    Collin Tool Aficionado

  11. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

    appropriate response
     
  12. Collin

    Collin Tool Aficionado

    I mean like, what was your thought process behind the ''slop'' line in 'Minnesota Blues'?
     
  13. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

    "Janick is objectively sloppy."
     
  14. Jer

    Jer CriedWhenJanickStayed

    WTF did I just read? I think this topic broke @Diesel 11 , and that’s saying something... :confused:
     
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  15. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

  16. Collin

    Collin Tool Aficionado

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  17. Randalf

    Randalf Ancient Mariner

    I wondered if this topic was worth making in the first place.




    Fuck yes.
     
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  18. Jer

    Jer CriedWhenJanickStayed

    I’m shocked that you didn’t just call this “The Apparition II” and have a lyric “now I’m an apparition too...”
     
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  19. Lamia020281

    Lamia020281 Trooper

    Accident of Maiden is my favourite!
     
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  20. Diesel 11

    Diesel 11 As you scream into the web of silence...

    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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