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much fry
such evil
very guitar
metal
The second song requested by my friend Rhiannon to go on the cover request album "To-Do List". I started it sometime around 23:00 (11:00 p.m.) and finished just now at 5:54. xD
Here's a background of the album "The Hazards of Love", which this song came from as well as my interpretation of the song (terribly written, but it's not an essay. :P):
"The Rake's Song" basically explains the Rake who has no remorse in the killing off of his offspring.
The lyrics are very dark and quite evil, so I make an example of this by telling a story, making it seem light at first, but then progressively growing more maniacal as the song progresses.
This is exemplified by adding more of a Metal feel to the song compared to the original.
As I enter the second verse, I introduce the children and how the Rake has no care for his children, getting more vicious in my timbre and adding some vocal fry. He goes on to explain that he wants to live a free life without having to care for his children, so I begin to sound more insane as I explain how the Rake intends to kill his children in the most inhumane ways.
Next, I add a small chuckle before I describe the deaths in a very dark and evil tone of voice as the drums and guitar mimic the same theme. The guitar for example, adds a natural harmonic adding to the chaos.
Finally in the end, I go back to a calm and collected tone to exemplify the Rake's lack of remorse for his murders.
Lyrics:
I had entered into a marriage
In the summer of my twenty-first year
And the bells rang for our wedding
Only now do I remember it clear
Alright, alright, alright
No more a rake and no more a bachelor
I was wedded and it whetted my thirst
Until her womb start spilling out babies
Only then did I reckon my curse
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
First came Isaiah with his crinkled little fingers
Then came Charlotte and that wretched girl Dawn
Ugly Myfanwy died on delivery
Mercifully taking her mother along
Alright, alright, alright
What can one do when one is widower?
Shamefully saddled with three little pests
All that I wanted was the freedom of a new life
So my burden I began to divest
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Charlotte, I buried after feeding her foxglove
Dawn was easy, she was drowned in the bath
Isaiah fought, but was easily bested
Burned his body for incurring my wrath
Alright, alright, alright
And that's how I came your humble narrator
To be living so easy and free
Expect that you think that I should be haunted,
But it never really bothers me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
- Genre
- The Decemberists