Twa Corbies (Lil Maestro Adaptation)
A dark, triumphant, and melancholic Gothic Piano Trap anthem. The foundation is a complex, intricate, and sorrowful piano melody, layered over a hard-hitting trap beat with deep, distorted 808 bass and rapid-fire hi-hat triplets. A massive, gothic pipe organ swells for the final, villainous declaration. [vocals:] The vocals are the Maestro's signature high-pitched, nasal, and raspy baritone, saturated in creative autotune. The flow is an elastic, half-sung, half-rapped cadence, full of cynical, arrogant wordplay and layered ad-libs that act as the "second corbie."
Twa Corbies (Lil Maestro Adaptation)
A dark, triumphant, and melancholic Gothic Piano Trap anthem. The foundation is a complex, intricate, and sorrowful piano melody, layered over a hard-hitting trap beat with deep, distorted 808 bass and rapid-fire hi-hat triplets. A massive, gothic pipe organ swells for the final, villainous declaration. [vocals:] The vocals are the Maestro's signature high-pitched, nasal, and raspy baritone, saturated in creative autotune. The flow is an elastic, half-sung, half-rapped cadence, full of cynical, arrogant wordplay and layered ad-libs that act as the "second corbie."
Lyrics
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Broken Beating Heart: Twa Corbies
This is an adaptation of the public domain Scottish folk song/poem Twa Corbies, those lyrics can be found at the end of this description
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...And as I was walkin' all alane... I heard two parts of my own brain... Yeah.
Tha tane unto the tโother say... "Where we gonna dine today?"
[Ad-lib:] Where we eatin'?*
"This knight, he dead, he slain, he through." "And I'm talkin' 'bout the old me, I'm talkin' 'bout you."
Yeah, you!
His hound *his hope* is in the past, His hawk *his pride* flew way too fast, His lady *hah*, she took another mate, So now we finna feast, yeah, the dinner's lookin' great.
Yeah, the knight is dead, the love is gone! Just a broken, beating heart that I'm about to dine upon! The hawk and hound have flown the cage! Just the raven on the stage!
That's me!
The knight is dead, the love is gone! And the wind's gonna blow... forever... from now on.
I'll sit on his white hause-bane *his principles, his core* And I'll pike out his bonny blue een *the way he used to look at her*
*No more!*
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair *those perfect, stupid memories*, We'll theek our nest, we'll build our lair, We'll burn the past to stay warm on the throne, Yeah, I'm 'bout to pick my own damn heart down to the bone.
Yuh!
Yeah, the knight is dead, the love is gone! Just a broken, beating heart that I'm about to dine upon! The hawk and hound have flown the cage! Just the raven on the stage!
*That's me!* The knight is dead, the love is gone! And the wind's gonna blow... forever... from now on.
Mony an ane for him makes mane... *They'll miss the man I used to be...*
But nane sall ken whare he is gane... *He's dead and gone, and all that's left is me*
O'er his white banes, when they are bare... So clean, so perfect, not a single trace of her...
The knight is dead. The heart is cold. The corbie... has his story told. The wind can blow for evermair.
I was the hawk. I was the hound. I was the lover that was never found. And this time... I'll be the one who's first to feast.
...Welcome to the reign, my beast. [x3]
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As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the tโother say,
โWhere sall we gang and dine the day?โ
โIn behind yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair.
โHis hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His ladyโs taโen another mate,
So we may make our dinner sweet.
โYeโll sit on his white hause-bane,
And Iโll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair,
Weโll theek our nest when it grows bare.
โMony an ane for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken whare he is gane;
Oer his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.โ
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