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Fetch! (Skit)
01:15
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A shoe taps impatiently. V sighs, clearly exasperated.
V
Where is he? We were supposed to begin an hour ago! (tuts under their breath) Typical, lazy...(Calling out)Ryan!
RYAN
(from another room) Yes?
V
RYAN!!
RYAN
(clamoring can be heard before he speaks into the room)
I was in the middle of something--
V
Nevermind that, you can dig for bones later. Right now I need you to venture out to fetch Mr. Grotti, and return him here so we can make this record.
RYAN
Humpf! Sure, easy enough.
(pause)
V
What.
RYAN
You gonna summon that new guy? The pinkerton?
V
Oh, do you mean Emil?
RYAN
He’s old sweat for sure
V
He’s already here.
EMIL
Hey.
RYAN
(snarling)
V (simultaneously) EMILE
(fussing) Ryan! --- Hey! No need for violence, now.
RYAN
I really hate that you don’t have a scent, you--
V (interjecting)
Please, we don’t have time for this.
(a few footsteps towards the door that they open. More footsteps as Ryan walks out during V’s following line...)
V
Find Grotti. Bring him here. (yelling out the door) And make it quick!
The door shuts and locks. V lets out a sigh, clasping their hands. Emil clears his throat as the ticking of the clock continues.
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2. |
Scorpio
08:08
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Embrace the sin as it becomes a
memento of ambiguity
A serpent flowing through you so that your flesh is free
of mortal bindings
Excelsis, Ave Satamas!
Lucifer, Ave Satamas!
Excelsis, Ave Satamas!
Lucifer, Ave Satamas!
Consume foreign entities
With your lover risen from the sea
Let her currents carve into the slate of
your exposed vulnerabilities
Summoning Dark Spirits to erect themselves
within our beings
Staring into the eyes of the dark lord as the red light,
eternal, bleeds
Excelcies, Ave Satamas!
Lucifer, Ave Satamas!
Excelcies, Ave Satamas!
Lucifer, Ave Satamas!
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3. |
Jack (skit)
01:39
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Jack groans and mumbles about nonsense. V flips through some pages in a book.
V
Oh, stop your staring, Mr. Carter. He’s fine. Just a little… entranced for awhile.
JACK
(mumbles)
EMIL
You’re a goddamn criminal.
Someone starts knocking on the door, interrupting them.
V
(calling)Oh! Coming!
The knocking intensifies and Grotti can be heard through the other side
GROTTI
(yelling from behind the door)
V? HEY V! OPEN UP! IT’S ME!
V (overlapping)
(annoyed and yelling back)
Yes! I hear you! I am opening the door!
The door unlocks and opens. Grotti and Ryan shuffle in, the door closing behind them.
V
Well, it’s about time!
RYAN
I found him talking to that... toy again.
(EVERYONE groans, again? How annoying… stupid excuse, ect. Grotti speaks back and forth with STIX)
GROTTI
Let go of me!
(shuffling sounds. He clears his throat)
Look, you got me here, and I ain’t got much choice in stayin’
V
Everyone, hush up! Now that we’re all here--
GROTTI
Wait, who’s this dewdropper?
A chair squeaks as Jack turns, groaning.
V
Jack here is going to be our sound engineer.
RYAN
His eyes…
GROTTI
What’s wrong with him?
RYAN
(continuing)… milky white, and like opalescent glass
V
(shortly)
That’s none of your concern.
(Clapping)
Now everyone, grab your instruments and get into place! We’re short on time, thanks to Grotti’s lollygagging.
Everyone shuffles around, picking up equipment and warming up. V and Ryan harmonize, Grotti joins in loudly, making them stop. V clears their throat.
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4. |
Abyss
02:17
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Where are you going,
diving so deep?
It's so dark and cold there
the more you sink
What do you hope to find?
No more ground, no more sky
Who do you believe waits there?
I'd hoped to see you again
It's far from the abyss
and far from the surface
Don't you miss the sun?
Everyone's here
What are you thinking?
Thinking too far
Drowning all your traumas in the dark
You're chasing your self-pity
trust me, I understand
I'll give you the space you need
but I won't follow you down there
It's far from the abyss
and far from the surface
Don't you miss the sun?
Everyone's here
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5. |
Seance
05:14
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Séance to convene
I would talk with thee
This great equality
Better speaking free
Symbol on the ground
None can see you frown
Sing so loudly now
The spell is broken down
The spell is broken down
The spell is broken down
The spell is broken...
Pale drifter, don't you fret
This is not inside your head
Prism clouds, skies above
For every rain, a bow of love
Opulence and jewelry
Glowing light, stars of peace
Words that I can barely breath
To kneel beneath you at your feet
Phasing, In and outward bound
Ghostly, Your secrets to be found
Floating, It's you who wears the crown
So lovely, Just for the here and now
The here and now
I'll draw the lines of candlelight
And welcome you to better times
we've all been here to comfort you
This plane of truth There's always room
No need to cry Just let it out
And channel All the broken power
Waltzing in
The dead of night
Come undone At lightning strike
Phasing, In and outward bound
Ghostly, Your secrets to be found
Floating, It's you who wears the crown
So lovely, Just for the here and now
The here and now
Glide with me for a time, my dear
You dance so fine You dance so fine
I wish it never would end, this ride
Your feet with mine
Your arms wrapped tight
Magic I don't understand, I'll try
Till' then I'll fight for you i'll fight
Black magic I don't understand, I'll try
Till then I'll fight
For you I'II always fight!
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6. |
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Another full moon tonight and these fools parade around, speaking that… that devil tongue, performing satanic ritual music, luring our children down a dark path of violence and degeneracy! Of course, I’m talking about Vetus Morbus! ‘Vetus Morbus?’ You ask, ‘I’ve never heard of them!’ Well, that’s what makes them so dangerous! They count on your ignorance. Don’t be fooled! Vetus Morbus... a gang of miscreants coming to terrorize our peaceful way of life. Know their names and never fall victim to their little ploys. The Howling Outlaw, Ryan Channing, will hunt you down and sell you to the deep web. Do you feel a sudden chill in the air, like you’re being watched but no one’s there? Beware! His name is Emil Carter. If you see an old, decrepit, sour-smelling corpse, do not! Feed! It! That’s Dead Grotti and he’ll eat you just for fun. And the worst of them all… the ring leader of this diabolical circus… and I tell ya, looks are deceiving with this one… Dianne “V” Ashworth. Together, they call themselves Vetus Morbus, using their ‘music’ as a gateway to hell.
(Call & response “Fah lies ul / Fush se ul”)
You can hear it already, can’t you? Their incessant chanting. Pied pipers, they are! (exasperated sigh) The only way to protect yourself and your children is to be in the know! They flaunt themselves on social media… Facebook, Instagram… even YouTube is infected with their influence! Follow them and know if they will be near to you and your family. Stay safe out there, folks. Good night, sleep tight, and don’t let the undead bite.
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7. |
Bloodstained
02:21
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No beast deceased could cease this pain
No feast could cease this taste for brains
You seem afraid, I can’t refrain
And you’ll just be another bloodstain
Oh no! I wish it wasn’t so
I wish it wasn’t so
Oh no! I think you’d better go
I think you’d better go
Let’s take cantankerous good fun
Shit, shake it’s show until it’s done
He’s catching up, you’d better run
Or else a bloodstain you’ll become
Oh no! I wish it wasn’t so
I wish it wasn’t so
Oh no! I think you’d better go
I think you’d better go
Esül gisülxie tuh
Ru delxiexn sho es tuh
Kenülii, kül gushrri tuh
Küliiv lojiRiojill tuh
Oh no! I wish it wasn’t so
I wish it wasn’t so
Oh no! I think you’d better go
I think you’d better go
Oh no! I wish it wasn’t so
I wish it wasn’t so
Oh no! I think you’d better go
I think you’d better go
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Vetus Morbus Louisiana
A plot-driven southern-voodoo-swamp-punk-rock-cabaret act that has more than just music to offer. Come for the show, stay for the experience!
Vocals/violin: V
Drums: Grotti
Guitar: Ryan
Bass: Emile
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