EPTrecently over spring break boredom led to some creativity as I made a song parodying "spilled milk factory" by Ugly Cassanova (this band was a side project of modest mouse.) here is a link to the actual song
the song depicts every protoss struggle in sc2 told from a Terran's point of view. my lyrics may sound stupid (that's because they are) but ether way I worked on this for around 4 hours; any input or comments for improvement would be much appreciated. my personal favorite part of the dub is "he attacked from up-ground, low-ground, everywhere between there were so many marines it was a complete slaughtering." the text in the colons is the actual lyrics to the origin song. for full effect listen to the song and say the dub lyrics in your head.
I picked my race, chose toss from three
(tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth)
and claimed the others are op.
(if you have another taste.)
Said gl, contrived a plan to pwn
(carry my body, drive my rider home)
I didn’t make a second guess.
(if you take another bad bet.)
Fumbled to his base greeted by a rumble of marines
(mumbled had a rumble and i stumbled down the stairs)
fleeing during the crumble of my very own base.
(smellin just like lumber but my baby don't care)
He attacked from up-ground, low-ground, everywhere between
(we went uptown, downtown, everywhere between)
there were so many marines it was a complete slaughtering.
(there was so much spilled milk we could've had a factory.)
Silver league, early cheese, that’s low
(silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones,)
I should take another look.
(if you take another look.)
Expanded at nine, hard on the time, I know,
(Gills of wine, slow on five, I know,) 1:10
when I’m getting wailed at another place
(when you're railing on another, baby)
Some new zerg player scouting all around
(Sweat basted teenagers lookin all around.)
I see your zergling crawling all over the ground
(i see your babies crawlin all over the ground)
They go, “ke-ke, ka-ka”, what the hell’s that mean?
(they go, "goo-goo, gaa-gaa", What the hell's that mean?)
I don't even know where I am, so don't go look for me.
(I don't even know where I am, so don't go look for me.)
I picked my race, choose toss from three
(tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth)
and claimed the others are op.
(if you have another taste.)
Said gl, contrived a plan to pwn
(carry my body, drive my rider home)
I didn’t make a second guess.
(if you take another bad bet.)
Games went loss, win, loss, win, day after day. 1:43
(Things go dark, light, dark, light, day after day.)
The game is getting annoying why do I even play.
(the flies weren't invited but they wouldn't go away.)
the zealots ran in ran out but never got the beat
(The blanks were filled in filled out but never complete)
there were so many marines that there was no place to retreat.
(there were so many dreams that there was no time to sleep.)
silver league, early cheese, that’s low,
(silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones,)
I should take another look.
(if you take another look.)
Expanded at nine, hard on the time, I know,
(Gills of wine, slow on five, I know,)
when I’m getting wailed at another place
(when you're railing on another, baby)
not a point to make, I won with a 4 gate 2:12
(Not a point to make, dodged a bullet, dredged the lake,)
I just a tried bit of cheese, and he threw a gg.
(I had one bite of wedding cake, and I about threw up.)
I see bronze leagues, bronze leagues, hunting for a win
(I see bridesmaids, bridesmaids hunting for a man)
one more win and I think a promotion
(One more drink and I think i'll marry him.)
I picked my race, choose toss from three
(tease your neck, kiss your spitless mouth)
and claimed the others are op.
(if you have another taste.)
Said gl, contrived a plan to pwn
(carry my body, drive my rider home)
I didn’t make a second guess.
(if you take another bad bet.)
fumbled to his base greeted by a rumble of marines
(mumbled had a rumble and i stumbled down the stairs)
Fleeing during the crumble of my very own base
(smellin just like lumber but my baby don't care)
He attacked from up-ground, low-ground, everywhere between
(we went uptown, downtown, everywhere between)
there were so many marines it was a complete slaughtering
(there was so much spilled milk we could've had a factory.)
silver league, early cheese, that’s low
(silver poor house, plastic lungs, my bones,)
I should take another look
(if you take another look.)
Expanded at nine, hard on the time, I know
(Gills of wine, slow on five, I know,)
when I’m getting wailed at another place 2:10
(when you're railing on another, baby)
