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tyggerjaiMany of you may have seen this .
Try not to think about .
> http://www.chessvariants.com/other.dir/nemoroth.html
sol> Oh dear.
sol> This of course, is where I admit, shamefacedly, that I have a ...
sol> thing... for the musical Chess. And now I'm imagining all sorts of
sol> alternative lyrics.
sol> "You want to lose your only mind, well keep it up you're doing
sol> fine..."
sol> "Nobody's on Yoth-Sothoth's side"
sol> "I unknow him so well".
sol> "The fiends we use would not excite you..."
sol> "Nemeroth, Oriental city, but the city don't know what the city is
getting..."
sol> "And if you're lucky, then the god's a she. I can feel an Old One
sliding up to me..."
"I can feel Great Cthulhu walking next to me..."
amp> "I am the basilisk I know the score....I can see from square 1 to square
64..."
amp> But it would be very sanity-reducing when Nyarlathotep in the version of
"Pity the Child" talks about what went wrong with his upbringing.
sol> Ye gods. You don't even need to change the words:
sol> "Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions... hopes became needs,
lovers posessions."
sol> "And know I'm where I wanna be and who I wanna be and doing what I
always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running
for my life and never looking back in case there's some[thing] right
behind to shoot me down..."
sol> "1956, Atlantis is rising..., 1956, Atlantis is falling..."
tim> "Trust me, I'm just a tourist who started out as a Lovecraft purist.
I get my kicks above the scalpline, sunshine!"
- One Night In Nemeroth :)
Keith>
=======
R'lyeh, underwater setting,
And the people don't know that the city is getting
The gloop and the murk of the deep world into
action to add you to it's dinner.
Time flies, doesn't seem a minute
since the Tirolean spa had deep ones in it.
All flensed, don't you know that when you
play in this level it's so easy to skin you.
It's R'lyeh or Kadith or Innsmouth, or...
or this place
One night in R'lyeh and the world's your oyster
The spears through temples help your brain break free
You'll find a god in every sunken cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's fish-y
I can feel the seaweed sliding over me
THE CULTIST:
One death's very like another
When their head's down broken in pieces, brother
COMPANY:
It's the death we abhore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the blood, not fleeing from the city
THE AMERICAN:
Whaddya mean? Ya seen one shrouded, polluted,
stinking corpse --
COMPANY:
Air, girls, sun, heat
Some are up there where the air is so sweet
THE CULTIST:
Get killed! You're talking to a cultist
Whose every cut's among the purest
I cut the bits below the waistline, sunshine
COMPANY:
One night in R'lyeh makes a hard man crumble
Not much between despair and agony
One night in R'lyeh and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil swimming next to me
THE CULTIST:
C'thulu's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of racial fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Shogoth
And thank God I'm only watching the game --
controlling it --
I don't see you guys rating
The kind of hate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the things we call would not delight you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples,
your massage parlours --
COMPANY:
One night in R'lyeh and the world's your oyster
The spears through temples help your brain break free
You'll find a god in every sunken cloister
A little flesh, a little mystery
I can feel the tendrils sprouting out of me
One night in R'lyeh makes a hard man crumble
Not much between despair and agony
One night in R'lyeh and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel Cthulu swimming next to me
=======
Note. Some of these lyrics are copyright. It is not my intention to suggest that Messrs. Rice and Ulvaeus are part of any worldwide conspiracy, current, defunct, or timeless.
sol.
.
Try not to think about .
> http://www.chessvariants.com/other.dir/nemoroth.html
sol> Oh dear.
sol> This of course, is where I admit, shamefacedly, that I have a ...
sol> thing... for the musical Chess. And now I'm imagining all sorts of
sol> alternative lyrics.
sol> "You want to lose your only mind, well keep it up you're doing
sol> fine..."
sol> "Nobody's on Yoth-Sothoth's side"
sol> "I unknow him so well".
sol> "The fiends we use would not excite you..."
sol> "Nemeroth, Oriental city, but the city don't know what the city is
getting..."
sol> "And if you're lucky, then the god's a she. I can feel an Old One
sliding up to me..."
"I can feel Great Cthulhu walking next to me..."
amp> "I am the basilisk I know the score....I can see from square 1 to square
64..."
amp> But it would be very sanity-reducing when Nyarlathotep in the version of
"Pity the Child" talks about what went wrong with his upbringing.
sol> Ye gods. You don't even need to change the words:
sol> "Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions... hopes became needs,
lovers posessions."
sol> "And know I'm where I wanna be and who I wanna be and doing what I
always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running
for my life and never looking back in case there's some[thing] right
behind to shoot me down..."
sol> "1956, Atlantis is rising..., 1956, Atlantis is falling..."
tim> "Trust me, I'm just a tourist who started out as a Lovecraft purist.
I get my kicks above the scalpline, sunshine!"
- One Night In Nemeroth :)
Keith>
=======
R'lyeh, underwater setting,
And the people don't know that the city is getting
The gloop and the murk of the deep world into
action to add you to it's dinner.
Time flies, doesn't seem a minute
since the Tirolean spa had deep ones in it.
All flensed, don't you know that when you
play in this level it's so easy to skin you.
It's R'lyeh or Kadith or Innsmouth, or...
or this place
One night in R'lyeh and the world's your oyster
The spears through temples help your brain break free
You'll find a god in every sunken cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's fish-y
I can feel the seaweed sliding over me
THE CULTIST:
One death's very like another
When their head's down broken in pieces, brother
COMPANY:
It's the death we abhore, it's really such a pity
To be looking at the blood, not fleeing from the city
THE AMERICAN:
Whaddya mean? Ya seen one shrouded, polluted,
stinking corpse --
COMPANY:
Air, girls, sun, heat
Some are up there where the air is so sweet
THE CULTIST:
Get killed! You're talking to a cultist
Whose every cut's among the purest
I cut the bits below the waistline, sunshine
COMPANY:
One night in R'lyeh makes a hard man crumble
Not much between despair and agony
One night in R'lyeh and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil swimming next to me
THE CULTIST:
C'thulu's gonna be the witness
To the ultimate test of racial fitness
This grips me more than would a
Muddy old river or reclining Shogoth
And thank God I'm only watching the game --
controlling it --
I don't see you guys rating
The kind of hate I'm contemplating
I'd let you watch, I would invite you
But the things we call would not delight you
So you better go back to your bars, your temples,
your massage parlours --
COMPANY:
One night in R'lyeh and the world's your oyster
The spears through temples help your brain break free
You'll find a god in every sunken cloister
A little flesh, a little mystery
I can feel the tendrils sprouting out of me
One night in R'lyeh makes a hard man crumble
Not much between despair and agony
One night in R'lyeh and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel Cthulu swimming next to me
=======
Note. Some of these lyrics are copyright. It is not my intention to suggest that Messrs. Rice and Ulvaeus are part of any worldwide conspiracy, current, defunct, or timeless.
sol.
.