Oddworld Songs
Okay, this is the thread to post Oddworld related songs. Anyone can who can write song lyrics can post, and it's not a competition…yet. There are a few rules:
1) They must be spoofs or Oddversions of familiar songs. Pop from any era, songs from plays; anything with a proper tune. The words must fit, and tell us the title of the original so we can get it. If they rhyme with the original, that is okay 2) No rap. Unless you can pull of a very good version of an iconic rap track that is easily recognisable, stick to ones you can sing. Songs like those by Gorilllaz, while really good, are not very suitable either. 3) Make it original. It's no good just to change the names into Oddworld ones, put some effort into it. 4) Anthems and songs from imaginary Oddworld musicals are fine. And so are ones of fan-fiction stories, as long as there are references to familiar names. This is my first attempt. I downloaded the original lyrics, and could only remember the tune to the chorus! It depicts events from AO. He is a Zero (Holding out for a hero) Where have all the natives gone From the land they once trod? Where’s the mud who will fight on For all that is Odd? Isn't there a great one upon a smelly steed? Over the years the fact’ries grew, and made the Oddworld bleed. (Chorus) He is a zero This mudokon is a zero who will do what is right He's not very strong And he’s not very bright And he's not really able to fight He is a zero A mud who has been a zero for all of his life He's an ex-slave And his quest is to save As many scrubs as he can in one night (can in one night) Somewhere after midnight He saw a great big moon Hanging just beyond his reach He fell down the cliff to his doom Smashing to the stony ground like a piece of meat Amazingly the Bigface brought him back to his feet Journeyed through forests old and deserts hot And the temples of ages gone Creatures chased him through the dark alleys Better run! Through the guard and the saws and the pain And the death and the crud Evil feel his approach He has Shrykull in his blood (He has Shrykull in his blood) Zero! He is a zero This mudokon is a zero but he’ll do what is right He’s not very strong And he’s not very bright And he’s not really able to fight Hero Oh but he’s a hero And he’s gonna be a hero for the rest of his life He’s an ex-slave And his quest is to save As many scrubs as he can in the fight Now he’s a hero. Well? |
:lol: That was hilarious! I must of busted a lung laughing!
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Good Job Bullet Magnet! I really thought that was good. Hmm...I'll try and see if I can think of some songs lol.
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That's really a funny idea :D!
Now we still need a karaoke music of "He is a Zero (Holding out for a hero)" :lol: Then it was perfect. Nice job, Bullet Magnet! |
THE MOVIE WILL COME OUT SOON.
We know oddworld is cool, But there is no need to drool! The movie will come out soon, So go play another game, like platoon! Abe's oddysee it shall be, everyone is exited that there pants get full of wee, More members shall come, oddworld forums is not dumb! Soon the movie shall be done, and everybody will run, to get to the movies as fast as they could, before all the tickets were booked! Lorne lanning earns lots of cash, then he settles down to eat corn beef hash! So do not fear! Do not be doomed! For the movie is coming out soon. The end. ..Im not that good. |
It's all right. You start with poems, and make them fit tunes. I just wrote a bunch, but I'll pace my posting of them.
Don’t Shoot Me Now (Don't stop me now) And now I’m gonna free myself a load of scrubs They are alive And Oddworld! Restoring its freedom yeah! I’m saving it all in time for tea So don’t shoot me now, don’t shoot me- ’cause I’m freeing mudokons, freeing mudokons! There’s Vykkers Labs floating in the sky It’s a demon perpetrating atrocities I’m in an airship, sneaking by, Like Pack Rat Palooka It’s gonna blow, blow blow Not such a travesty It’s burning in the sky yeah! Six hundred fuzzles That’s why they’re wanton vivisectionists! They call me a terrorist I’m gonna make native mudokons out of you! Don’t shoot me now I am saving chained mudokons, I’m freeing them all Don’t shoot me now If I’m ever near a high cliff I’ll probably fall Don’t shoot me now (’cause I’m freein’ mudokons) Don’t shoot me now (yes I’m freein’ mudokons) Don’t want to be shot at all We were on our way to the Necrum Mines Because that is the source Of ingredients to make SoulStorm Brew We can set the boilers to overload Like possessed sligs about to Oh oh oh oh oh explode It’s flaming in the forest! Two hundred degrees That’s prob’ly why they call me terrorist They shoot at me and always missed I wanna make freed scrubs right out of you Don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me, Don’t shoot me, hey hey hey! Don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me, ooh ooh ooh (I hate it) Don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me, Popping squid-heads, squid-heads Don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me, aaaaaah! [INSTRUMENTAL] I’m turning into Shrykull! Destroyed Rupture Farms That’s prob’ly why they call me terrorist. Brew couldn’t get me pissed A mudokon blue-guy with a whole lot to do Don’t shoot me now I’m freeing chained mudokons, I’m saving them all Don’t shoot me now If I’m ever near a high cliff I’ll probably fall Don’t shoot me now (‘cause I’m freein’ mudokons Don’t shoot me now (yes I’m freein’ mudokons) Don’t want to be shot at all. |
:lol: Nice one! Don't shot me :happy:... really nice
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Okay, how about this. It was harder to write, and shows. I got the idea from a Daily Deception on the official site, and is apparently Alf's favourite.
FeeCo-razy (Stone Cold Crazy) Out of the blue I got a terrible warning It was written right in the stone There are sligs going round Better not make a sound But I’m sitting here all alone Name’s on the door At the town’s Bounty Store I am good-for-nothing and outlawed Never, never, I never want to fight a war I don’t even know of what it’s for! Crazy FeeCo-razy you know [INSTRUMENTAL] I look to the Moon I am a hired goon And there’s Sekto calling on the phone But there’s more, but there’s more So I scurry from the law I gotta stop running my feet are raw Crazy FeeCo-razy you know [INSTRUMENTAL] Falling off my seat Shooting people in the street With my bad Blitzpacker Vendo gun I angered Elboze Freely That’ll be the end of me It was just a little bit of fun My name is on a noose I ran right outa spooce I knew this wouldn’t end well Now they’re gonna cash me in And then they’ll lock me in a cell Crazy FeeCo-razy you know |
I got one
We will eat you (We will rock you) Buddy you're a Mud scrubing floors untill you drop just waiting for a slig to make you a Mudokon pop You'll get a knife in your face and be a big disgrace they'll make so many pops the'll have to kill your whole race We will we will eat you eat you we will we will eat you eat you! |
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it wasn't that bad, but what is with all the Queen? Give me some time and I'll have some
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E¯,>?ns to be my favourite band. And that was prertty good, Glukinator. Here's another one of mine, and yes, it is Queen. It's not as funny as my others, but it is more moody
The Brewmaster's Song (The show must go on) Aggravation, my factory slows down Innovation, not enough gets around Xtractors, their tears go in the brew that's all we need them for. He's just a zero, another rebel scrub He can't hurt us, we are fuelled by Flub! By the Odd! Can he even make it through the door? Production goes on Production goes on Their spirit may be breaking For Moolah I am raking All the while it goes on. Whatever happens, he doesn't have a chance When we catch him, we will make him dance By the Odd! Does he even know what he is in for? The wheels are turning, mixing the brew to be The vats are purring, the Moolah's all for me. Outside the guard are waking But inside slaves are longing to be free. Production goes on Production goes on Can't believe how long it's taking The brew that I am making 'Cause the style is all gone. We shock mudokons, just like the wild Zapflies The tears that we harvest only come when they cry, And they buy- our brew. Production goes on Production goes on It seems pretty grim But the slaves are dim More with the tears! Give them their fill, and then we bill We have to find the will, we need more- More with the- More with the tears Production goes on! |
WORKING CLASS MUD
working hard to keep on living scrubbing floors with so much pain a chosen one, not havin much fun blue skinned guy goin insane oh oh oh he's a working class Mud well he's a steel town deciple he's a legend of his kind he's running like a cyclone across the wild mid oddworld sky oh oh oh he's a working class mud he believes in the big face frees his buddys when he can he did his time in rupture farms sure aint a glukkon fan he's a simple mud with a heart of gold in a pretty darn odd land oh he's a working class mud he knows he has a destiny someday he'll be a god runnin round paramonia possesin everything that's odd he ain't worried about the enemy cause he just possed his mind got him to shoot all his pals takin it one slig at a time oh oh oh he's a working class mud oh oh oh he's a working class mud oh yeah yes he is well he's a working class mud na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na naaaa i'm tellin u he's a workin class mud Jimmy Barnes everyone. |
cant *gasp* stop ... laughing! they're... all*giggles*...so ...FUNNY! (ROFL)
i was literally ROFL! nice one, Glukinator! |
And now for a bit of Sinatra! Or as I call his Clakker counterpart: Hank Pinata
My kind of town, (Buzzarton is) (Chicago is) Now this could only happen to a Steef like me And only happen in a town like this So may I say to each of you most fatefully As I hurl each one of you a fist This is my kind of town, Buzzarton is My kind of town, Buzzarton is My kind of Clakkerz too Clakkerz who shoot at you And each time they groan, Buzzarton is Sekto on the phone, Buzzarton is A place of dust balls and weed It’s my kind of town My kind of town, Buzzarton is My kind of town, Buzzarton is My kind of hard-hitting place And it has, all that waste And each time I land, Buzzarton is Blowing up sand, Buzzarton is The crossbow wielding, Buzzarton is The outlaw stockyard, Buzzarton is One town that leaves you to drown It’s my kind of town! |
Jesus, I laughed so hard. I wish I could make up something like that.
PS Bullet Magnet: I love Queen!! |
HANK PIÑATA: Welcome to the Silts Hotel! You know, I love the Silts so much, that everywhere I go I take a little piece of the Silts with me. Well, I do own a percentage of the joint, it would be rude not to. Now I have a song that I’d like to sing about another place that I love. It’s A quaint little fishing village on the banks of the Mongo River. So great they named it… well, once. Now I’ve been to a lot of towns in my time; Buzzarton, Gizzard Gulch, Nolybab City, but there aint no city like this joint, and I should know, ‘cause I was hatched there!
[MUSIC BEGINS] Now this is a little known tune, by Mr Magnet, and Stunks McCoy, arrangement by Tom the barkeeper. And tonight, solely by us… Start lighting the fuse, and blast me away I will be blown apart for it - New Yolk, New Yolk I’ve nothing to lose, that’s what they all say I’ll do a SoulStorm fart in it - New Yolk, New Yolk I wanna sail up in a river, that’s pretty deep And then I’ll pop a chill pill, get my own meep Quit hurling abuse, Just leave it, okay? I’m gonna find my part in it - in old New Yolk If I can fake it there, I’ll fake it anywhere Milit’ry coup - New Yolk, New Yolk [INSTRUMENTAL] New Yolk, New Yolk I want to drink up in a city, that doesn’t drink Prob’ly had too many Brews; I’m really pissed, I’ve had my fill Of SoulStorm Brew Those smelly slog-doos, are hurling my way This really is an Odd-awful cesspit - this old New Yolk And if I can fake it there, I’m gonna fake it anywhere Anarchy rules - New Yolk New Yolk New Yolk! |
Plight of the Grubbs (Hammer to Fall)
We rally round our people’s call The Clakkerz don't care at all Wolvarks we can’t even fight But we still do it ‘cause we know it’s right yeah Sekto sends his forces, all We want to battle but we don’t have the gall Their slegs attack and Grubbs they maul We're just waiting For the dam wall to fall Oh ev'ry night and every day A little piece of us is falling away Steef will soon return they say And when they do we will make Sekto pay yeah Ev’ry day is all the same yeah The valley’s dying since they built the wall The river cannot be restrained You know it's time for the dam wall to fall Now just one steef has returned Just as we prayed he came (oh no oh no) Now the Wolvarks will be burned The Octigi’s only bane (oh no) And now his power will begin to wane For once we stood up tall and proud But now to do so is not allowed We were treated like a turd Now we will fight back harder and harder harder What the hell we fighting for? Just surrender and it won't hurt at all Our steef embodies all their fears We just waiting for the dam wall to dam wall to fall It's gonna fall Dam wall... you know... dam wall to fall While you're waiting for the dam wall to fall Smack it up one more time! |
Hey. That's a cool one :)
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You see, they ask you to sing, and then they laugh at you. I dunno. Give me another Bolabeer.
Oddworld: the saga begins (American Pie) A long, long time ago... Some can still remember how Mudokons were happy and free. But now we’re slaves and it’s not pretty, Working hard up in the city It’s not great, I’ll think you will agree. Cause Glukkons worked us to the ground, Our feet are tied and hands are bound, The wildlife are eaten... While slaves like us are beaten But wild creatures will soon be gone So what will Glukkons then sell on? They’ll chop us up before too long, Just Abe could see what’s wrong. So...my, my Abey, you’d better fly Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy Your time in the Farms, it was all a big lie And the time to face your future is nigh The time to face your future is nigh Did you ever see someone with such speed As he sprinted through the corporate greed Past the slig guards on patrol Abe had to get out of there And get out of the dragon’s lair And escape through a barrel with a roll And through the stockyards dark and grim The guards- no problem, they are dim He’s got nothing to lose And no weapons to use Sneaking through the sloggie muck With a little skill and a lot of luck And the bombs- they really suck They almost got Abe fried Alarms were ringing... My, my Abey you’d better fly Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy You’ve spent your life baking paramite pies And now you’re standing on cliff’s edge high Now you’re standing on a cliff’s edge high The moon before him had Abe’s paw Printed on its face as in Muddish lore But the rock fell beneath his feet He fell a hundred yards and smashed his head The Bigface said that he was dead Then performed a trick that was really neat He brought our Abe right back to life And told him tales of trouble and strife He listened and he learned To Monsaic Lines he turned. Holy guides led him through the dark The passwords were whistles and farts He learned his past and of his part On him his race relied They were singin' My, my Abey you’d better fly Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy You’ve spent your life baking paramite pies You really are the chosen guy You really are the chosen guy He went by well to Paramonia With forests tall and sligs who’ll own ya And a really grumpy elum to ride There was a giant temple great And paramites whose flesh he ate Who were after our Abe’s bright blue hide Then it was straight to Scrabania A desert filled with myth and mania And scrabs who like to dance Oh, he almost wet his pants When he returned to the Bigface He received hand scars at the base. Abe now has powers to save his race, Molluck, you’d better hide! Bigface was singing My, my Abey you’d better fly Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy But now you can transform into the great Shry- Kull and make the Magog Cartel fry Make the Magog Cartel fry Through a portal with much haste Abe, he did not have the time to waste He ran through Monsaic Lines Using Shrykull to cook the guards To return it wasn’t hard He could chant and then control their greedy minds. He came back to No Man’s Land Where Abe first saw the moon with his hand Security was tighter And Abe was not a fighter But he entered in the night Rupture Farms: a frightful sight And their guard slogs have a nasty bite Hungry for Abey’s blue hide. My, my Abey you’d better fly Or you’ll be chopped up into products the Khanzumers will buy Now you’ve returned to rescue all of your guys Because soon they are all going to die Soon they are all going to die There were traps that Abe could use To stop sligs giving scrubs abuse So Abe could free them through a bird portal Among the meat saws and the bloody gore A power switch to show the Gluk’s what-for It turns out that Rupture Farms was just mortal But Molluck was really pissed And gassed the Farms with an iron fist Abe killed the directors Of all of Rupture’s sectors Abe was captured by the law Suspended him over a meat saw Mudokons sent lightning galore The day that Molluck fried They were singin' My, my Abey you’re a great guy ’Cause we weren’t chopped up into products the Khanzumers would buy So we saved you from where you would have died And we put you on a podium high We put you on a podium high My, my Abey you’re a great guy ’Cause you saved us when we had no one else on to rely You completed the tests that no mud ever dared try Now I want to eat a paramite pie I want to eat a paramite pie ...I need a drink and a shower... |
Whoa, that's great. You really are gifted.
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ditto. (speechless) *trying to keep a straight face, but fails*
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Glukkons
Sung to the tune of Blue Skies
_________________________ I was blue, blue as a Mudokon could be Ev'ry day was a great day for me Then bad luck came a-knocking at my door People are hungry, They wanted more... Mudokons, We were the answer They wanted to eat us, with their belly dancers Never saw their eyes, glowing so long Never saw things going so wrong Noticing the Sligs hurrying by When you're on the move, They learn to fly Blue Days, None of them gone, Nothing but Blue Days, from now on ___________________ I am so sorry that you had to read that. That was appauling. :fuzsad: |
I liked it. It's about time someone else posted one here, apart from some excellent lyrics by Glukinator and Slig_Cake and that ditty by Fuzzleman54321, I've kinda ruled the roost here. Good one, Fuzzle Guy!
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okay, here's one that i finally retrieved from the "pre-forums brain abys of no return" how i got it back, is still a mystery to me. some of the lyrics are unchanged from the original, and the original song speaks for itself.
the mud slave theme song (halo by depeche mode) you wear guilt, like shackles on your feet, like a halo in reverse. i can feel the discomfort in your stomach, and a longing for a scrab cake. there's a pain, a famine in your heart, an aching to be free. can't you see, all freedom's luxuries, lie beyond the slig guard's gates. when the factory falls apart, and the walls come tumbling in, though we may regret it , it will be worth it. ring your chains, your eyes are sewn shut tight, don't fall into that meat saw! when the factory falls apart, and the elums come stampedeing in, we just might meet abe, and have a paramite pie! and there you have it. oh, and for original lyrics, i would suggest lyrics.com. ...im not so good at this... |
I'M GONNA KILL HIM (I'm a Believer)
I thought that Abe only blew up Rupture Farms Then I found he blew up Necrum too Now I've got to kill him Because there's no more brew. If he keeps this up I know we're though Because I saw his face Now I'm gonna kill him There's not a trace Of any more slaves He'll be dead I'm gonna kill him And that won't thrill him once he's gone Now there's no more Skab Cakes and no Paramite Pies Since there's no more bones there's no more brew I just got to get him If it's the last thing I do Cause if he keeps this up I know were through Because I saw his face Now I'm gonna kill him There's not a trace Of any more slaves He'll be dead I'm gonna kill him And that won't thrill him once he's gone He'll be dead He'll be dead He'll be dead He'll be dead He'll be deeaad! Thank you! Thank you very much! |
Now, that's what I'm talkin' about!
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*applause* (whistles) woooo! yeah!
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Gracias! Gacias!
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