Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!

01 - (We're Gonna) Make a Band Tonight

This song was created for Game of Bands round 200 : "Storyline Supergroups - GoB: Behind The Music"

Lyrics:

== OPENING ==
Voice A - Spoken Dramatically
In a boiling, blistering hum,
the cauldron sings.
A razor sharp concoction brews,
and a devilish hell bell rings.

(Whispered suddenly)
Shush! Don’t miss this moment

Voice B - Spoken Dramatically
Oil of tartar, - and a smidge of raelgar;
The witches mixed and mixed, - until they splendidly fused together

Then a dash of quicksilver and a spasm of sugar of lead,
That final wicked piece, to make a KILLER rock-n-roll BAND (evil laugh haha haa ha)

VERSE - (voice A)
What does it take to make a band?
A dose of woman, a pinch of man,
Walk the beat and rap the drum
Electric whirr and a ringing strum

VERSE - (Voice B)
The hags tap the crystal ball,
Watching with pure fascination
Experiment still running long,
Head to toe with anticipation,

CHORUS (both voices)
We feel the heat course through our veins,
And the cold of a thousand rains,
It's nearly time we get this right,
We're gonna make a band tonight

VERSE - (voice A)
What does it take to train a band?
Rip the mic right off the stand,
Cup the windscreen in your hand,
And watch the tech pull out the beer

Four fresh bodies, face to face,
A touch of theory and some social grace
A drummer with no practice space
Asks how to use the DAW

Verse - (Voice B)
Hordes of victims will go wild,
For our band that will storm the nation,
The master plan has rocked the boat,
This is a team they’ll call the GOAT.
(Ooh, I love goats)

CHORUS
We feel the heat course through our veins,
And the cold of a thousand rains,
It's nearly time we get this right,
We're gonna make a band tonight

Bridge - (Voice B)
But a missing ingredient
could cause an awful delay,
The future rock gods
would have to practice to play,

Bridge - (Voice A)
To taste the concoction
and say it lacks spice,
It means our musicians
will pay the price!
“FOOLS GOLD!”,

FINAL CHORUS
We feel the heat course through our veins,
And the cold of a thousand rains,
It's nearly time we get this right,
We're gonna make a band tonight
[Exit]

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