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Gravedigger [Live in Concert]

This song was created for Game of Bands round 117 : "Song from a Fictional Broadway Musical"

Lyrics:

[Gravedigger]
My body is filled with scars
and there's not a soul to blame
that's why I take my broken time
digging graves searching for my friends

And I know it's friday night
but the living is in the joy
I'd rather party with you all
because, you're warmer than beating hearts
What counts is what's inside

Woah..well, who's this?
Why.. it's Mr Sickamour


How was your night, in the afterlife?

[Mr.Sickamour]
I'm pretty good Mr Gravedigger,
How was your dinner?

[Gravedigger]
Pretty good, I had a weiner.

[Mr.Sickamour]
No surprise with such a diet,
You look much thinner!

[Gravedigger]
Have a good night Mr Sickamour,
before I go is there is anything I can do for you?

[Mr.Sickamour]
Well Mme.LePicafleur doesn't talk me to any more

[Gravedigger]
Why's that, how come?

[Mr.Sickamour]
She says I'm welcome in her heart no more.

[Gravedigger]
Why's that, how come?

[Mr.Sickamour]
She says that I want her as a whore!.

[Gravedigger]
Come to my party, I may look thinner, but you'll be a winner!

[Mr.Sickamour]
Oh that would be lovely but...

[Gravedigger]
Shh... speak of it no more,
come to my house, come to my party,
she'll be there, and I assure you,
Mr Sickamour, I may look thinner, but you,
you'll be a winner!

[Mr.Sickamour]
Ok Mr Gravedigger...



[Gravedigger]
I walk down this hollow path
the cold breeze freezing my lungs
and as tight as it feel this night
I cannot help but feel at home

And walk by this lonely path,
I hear crying whispers go,
hear these crying whispers go...!

Huh, what's this, who's that, who's there!?



[Mme.LePicafleur]
Here is a Madame, the one they call LePicafleur

[Gravedigger]
Madame!, ├ža va ce soir in this long long night?

[Mme.LePicafleur]
Un peu mal, Monsieur Gravedigger,
My goodness, you look much thinner!

[Gravedigger]
Ahem, don't worry Mme.LePicafleur
you worry me un petit peu more.

[Mme.LePicafleur]
How come? Are this tears the truth you seek?
I've parted ways my dear.
I guess is it not a secret.

[Gravedigger]
Is your heart not longing for him?

[Mme.LePicafleur]
What you mean, what do you know?
For him I'm nothing but a whore!

[Gravedigger]
Madame, if your tongue was made of silver, mine would be of gold.

[Mme.LePicafleur]
What you mean, what do you know?

[Gravedigger]
I came from talking with Mr.Sickamour

[Mme.LePicafleur]
You mean, my beau? Better let him go!

[Gravedigger]
Just wait, hold on! Don't run that way

[Mme.LePicafleur]
Is there is something left you have to say?

[Gravedigger]
I do, have say, but it's not for me to tell.

[Mme.LePicafleur]
What you know just tell me? Le secrete may kill me instead,
is Sickamour's words you hold ce-jour?

[Gravedigger]
I do, have say, but it's not for me to tell.

[Mme.LePicafleur]
I beg you please.

[Gravedigger]
Ok... just come to my house party tonight, and there,
Sicamour will bring a scam!

[Mme.LePicafleur]
What!?

[Gravedigger]
I mean a Ring

[Mme.LePicafleur]
Are my ears hearing wrong this time

[Gravedigger]
Fat chance!

[Mme.LePicafleur]
I'll be there for sure ce soir!

[Gravedigger]
A plus Madame!



[Gravedigger]
And there is Sally
She is like birds kissing when the moon-light comes
They never come
And there is Sally
She is like that grumpy friend
That you invited to the party, they never come....

[Sally]
You never know

[Gravedigger]
No way!

[Sally]
You never know

[Gravedigger]
I hear her voice

[Sally]
I'm here just waiting
In the shadow of yourself

[Gravedigger]
but why you hiding from my gaze, this darkness not infest

[Sally]
I came to show you the wicked truth of this mess

[Gravedigger]
What mess? What show? What you hold so dear that's gone?

[Sally]
That this is all a charade, I'll go!

[Gravedigger]
Where to, how, how do you even know?

[Sally]
I'll explain when we get there, I'll explain everything.

[Gravedigger]
Ok, lets go!



[Narrator]
And so the gravedigger left with Sally,
to meet with Mr Sickamour and Madame Picafleur
blissfully unaware that all the voices of his friends were inside his head,
creeping ever closer, a darker secret, yet to be revealed,
as they travel to that house, in a graveyard plain
[Exit]

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