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1. |
Down to the Core
01:21
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It goes down, down, down to the center of the earth
It's down, down, down to the Core
Past Hellmouth and Hades the Engine is waiting
It's down, down, down to the Core
The Manual tells us of those who came before
The Mechs who maintained the Core
The Unslam, the Black Hole, the weather of Blaseball
It all comes down to the Core
The Core, it speaks to a certain kind of Mech
And if you heed its call
Then you'll be descending and soon you'll be mending
We all go down to the Core
We all go down to the Core
We all go down to the Core
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2. |
Mud in the Dugout
03:13
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We're roadies at the Big Garage, we struggle night and day,
And there's so much work to do here since the keepers shot away.
Hoist the lines up to the speakers, scrape the gum off of the wall
Sweep the mud out of the dugout so the players can play ball.
And it's CHECK! One two three
HEAVE! One two three
Now Townsend's drifted off to sea
Haul him back and we'll do it again
Keep your ear out for the feedback when you’re tuning second base
Batten down the batting cages, wipe the blood off of your face
Hang the lighting from the rigging, crank the reverb to extreme
Sweep the mud out of the dugout, put your back in for the team
CHECK! One two three
HAUL! One two three
Now Townsend's drifted off to sea
Haul him back and we'll do it again
That squid is always watching and the blessings are a test
The Boss can speak of fairness but you know she's like the rest
While Her ownership assures us that the flooding's gonna stop
Sweep the mud out of the dugout, every god is a just cop. HEY!
CHECK! One two three
HEAVE! One two three
Now Townsend's drifted off to sea
Haul him back and we'll do it again
We'll labour in the darkness under Shadow Captain Mike
You can trust a man to lead when he’s the one to pitch a strike
Raise your shovels to the Captain once the players know they've won
For the night is just beginning friends; the work is never done
CHECK! One two three
HAUL! One two three
Now Townsend's drifted off to sea
Haul him back and we'll do it again
HEAVE! One two three
STRIKE! One two three
A roadie’s life is hard but free
Pull it back and we'll do it again
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3. |
Old LA
03:34
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Chorus:
Heave 'er home boys, let 'er go boys,
Swing yer bat round into the weather
Swing fer home boys, let er go boys,
Heading homeward, back to LA.
What care we how fast the switch is
What care we boys for Feedback weather
When we know that every pitch is
Sailing homeward to old LA
Chorus
Players waiting, by the freeway
Gazing eastward from Al Pastor
They'll bid farewell, to old teammates
'ere the sun sets on old LA
Chorus
It's your turn now, heavyhearted
Turn your back now, on Al Pastor
You'll return here, when you're ready
You are home back in old LA
Chorus (x2)
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4. |
The Asphodel
03:02
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There's a ship that haunts the desert
Of old tales its timbers hewn
Ardent, swift it sails the Meadows
'Neath the gaze of a ghostly moon
Lead’n stormclouds in the distance
Weight of memory bearing down
Phantom crew amidst the rigging
Voices raised in airy sound:
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Sing a song of swallowed Moab
Sing of all that went before
Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor
Fortune bring us Home once more
Hold ye fast to the memories
Hold fast to the love
Hold fast to the stories we share
Under the brutal sun above
Under the sun above
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As the waves mount ever higher
And the journey's just begun
From the Hellmouth to horizon
Anxious eyes turn t'ward the sun
Hear the bos'n call "five seven!"
And the helmsman "seven eight!"
Sun is shining through the weather
Home is calling, Home awaits
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Sing a song of swallowed Moab
Sing of all that went before
Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor
Fortune bring us Home once more
Hold ye fast to the memories
Hold fast to the love
Hold fast to the stories we share
Under the brutal sun above
Under the sun above
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Errant souls may aimless wander
Dusky dreams of distant lands
Elsewhere let them stray no longer
‘Ere the sun sets on the sands
Wayward hearts so full of longing
Vanished voices in the wind
May they find the place of Crossing
Guide them gentle Home again
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Sing a song of swallowed Moab
Sing of all that went before
Feel the Tug, our blessed anchor
Fortune bring us Home once more
Hold ye fast to the memories
Hold fast to the love
Hold fast to the stories we share
Under the brutal sun above
Under the sun above
Under the brutal sun above
Under the sun above
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5. |
Hit the Ball Crabs
03:51
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When I was just a little crab my mother always told me,
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
That if I didn't hit the ball the fans they would revoke me
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus A}
Away, Hit the ball! We can win this game together!
Home, Hit the ball, let’s hit the ball, Crabs.
Away, Hit the ball! We'll hope for Sun 2 weather.
Home, Hit the ball, let’s carcinize, Crabs.
Once I was in Baltimore a-working hard and stressing
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
But now I'm at a Crabs home game an’ voting on the blessings
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus B}
Away, Hit the ball! We can win this game together!
Home, Hit the ball, let’s hit the ball, Crabs.
Away, Hit the ball! We'll hope for Black Hole weather.
Home, Hit the ball, let’s carcinize, Crabs.
I used to munch on stale popcorn, and I got rich and lazy
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
But now Ol’ B-more’s won the game, this team just drives me crazy
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus A}
I watched the games for many a year in sunshine and in flooding rain
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
Then I set me sights upon ascension to a new plane
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus B}
The Shelled One was the Blaseball God before the revolut-i-on.
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
But then the Hall Stars beat the Pods an' spoiled its constitut-i-on.
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus A}
You call yourself a pitcher mate, you cannae throw a fastball,
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
You cannae get a batter out, shut up and play some blaseball.
(Away, Hit the ball. Let’s hit the ball, Crabs)
{Chorus B}
Home, Hit the ball...
Home, Hit the ball...
Home, Hit the ball...
Let’s carcinize, Crabs.
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6. |
'Til All Gods Fall
03:02
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Huh! Strike One!
Huh! Strike Two!
Huh! Strike Three!
Out! Batter Up!
Take to the field
Fire and brimstone
We will not yield
We’re not alone
Waves drag us down
We’ll still come home
They can’t keep us in the ground
We throw our pitches, we hit those balls
The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall
And death sends us to its flaming halls
When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
Numb to the pain
Fear becomes us
As our blood drains
Who can we trust?
No umps, no gods
We’re treasonous
No one’s safe outside our squad
We throw our pitches, we hit those balls
The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall
And death sends us to its flaming halls
When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
Gamble our lives
Cover bases
More souls arrive,
Take our places
New seasons come
Repeat paces
We still beat the same old drum
We throw our pitches, we hit those balls
The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall
And death sends us to its flaming halls
When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
Swinging our bats
(Huh! Strike One!)
The smell of ash and pitch
(Huh! Strike Two!)
Wondering if
(Huh! Strike Three!)
You’d be better of dead, facedown in a ditch
(Out! Batter Up!)
But do they even care
(Huh! Strike One!)
If we’re dead or alive
(Huh! Strike Two!)
We know in our hearts
(Huh! Strike Three!)
That no one, not even the gods will survive!
(Huh! Batter Up!)
We throw our pitches, we hit those balls
(Huh! Strike One!)
The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall
(Huh! Strike Two!)
And death sends us to its flaming halls
(Huh! Strike Three!)
When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
We throw our pitches, we hit those balls
The game’s not over ‘til all gods fall
And death sends us to its flaming halls
When we’re gone, the team keeps sailing on
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7. |
Seek Shellter
03:24
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That fateful day, the shelled one came
(Oh-ho, emergency alert)
It all began when the Thieves were shamed
(Whoa-ho seek shelter)
The shelled one came for discipline
(Oh-ho, emergency alert)
The time has come, so let’s begin
(Whoa-ho seek shelter)
Way, hey, the gods must go
Let’s give that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
It’s time to face the discipline
The shelled one’s pods, they took the field
(Oh-ho, emergency alert)
Then Wyatt hit and their fate was sealed
(Whoa-ho seek shelter)
The Crabs, they took it on the chin
(Oh-ho, emergency alert)
That single, well, it did them in
(Whoa-ho seek shelter)
Way, hey, the gods must go
Let’s give that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
It’s time to face the discipline
The Hall Stars rose and took the field
(Oh-ho, their spirits on the rise)
It’s now or never, do not yield
(Whoa-ho let’s rally)
They made a deal, just one more game
(Oh-ho, their spirits on the rise)
The Microphone called out their names
(Whoa-ho let’s rally)
Way, hey, the gods must go
Let’s give that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
It’s time to face the discipline
The peanut’s hit, they seem surprised
(The skies shift, the crows take hold)
A crack appears, now compromised
(Whoa-ho let’s do this)
The shelled one swore we could not win
(The skies shift, the crows take hold)
Then Jaylen took the mound again
(Whoa-ho let’s do this)
Way, hey, the gods must go
Let’s give that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
It’s time to face the discipline
The shelled one’s pods were on the ropes
(Oh-ho, but will it be enough?)
But can the Hall Stars dare to hope?
(Whoa-ho let’s do this)
Then Dominic ran home again,
(Oh-ho, but will it be enough?)
The shelled ones failed, they lost the game
(Whoa-ho we did it)
Way, hey, the gods must go
We gave that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
We fin’ly faced the discipline
Way, hey, the gods must go
We gave that nut the old heave ho
Way, hey, the gods must go
We fin’ly faced the discipline
[sound effect, *CRONCH* followed by chewing]
Hmm… kinda bland.
You all eat these?
What's the point?
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8. |
Mt. Sappho
01:47
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V1:
They say there's a lass and she's 7ft tall
She's got many strong arms, she can pitch a mean ball
she's calm and collected, she's pretty and smart
and if you're not careful, she will steal your heart
Chorus:
Mt. Sappho!
Climb all the way to the very top!
Mt. Sappho~!
Beware the 7ft drop!
V2:
That God-slaying gal is Seattle's Dark Star,
With her umbral magic she will take the team far.
The Band helped her free from the Corporates hold,
And then offered to take her into the fold
Chorus:
Mt. Sappho!
Climb all the way to the very top!
Mt. Sappho~!
Beware the 7ft drop!
V3:
The hottubbing queen by the lovers was charmed,
Those sweet blaseball players left her bi heart unharmed.
Though I know that love with her never shall form,
Goodwin Morin has taken my heart by storm.
Chorus (x2, Final):
Mt. Sappho!
Climb all the way to the very top!
Mt. Sappho~!
Beware the 7ft drop!
Oh, Mt. Sappho!
Climb all the way to the very top!
Mt. Sappho~!
Beware the 7ft drop!
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9. |
Cpt. Wilcox
02:37
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Way down in Hades in the pit
Ai oh, down below
At the point where the seven rivers hit
Ai oh, down below
There’s a lass who hardly feels the flame
Ai oh, down below
And the Stripes all call her by her name
Captain Wilcox
Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole
We have still got fire from way down in the hole
And we will not lose another soul
Not under Captain Wilcox
When she winds a pitch, let the batter beware
Ai oh, down below
‘Cause she’ll throws three strikes like you’re not even there
Ai oh, down below
With a murder of crows at her beck-ing and call
Ai oh, down below
But the thing to fear is the one with the ball
Captain Wilcox
Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole
We have still got fire from way down in the hole
And we will not lose another soul
Not under Captain Wilcox
They say she dug out the trench in left field
Ai oh, down below
Through an iron turf and a layer of steel
Ai oh, down below
Hades built our hall from a metal unscratched
Ai oh, down below
But there’s one damn thing he could never have matched
Captain Wilcox
Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole
We have still got fire from way down in the hole
And we will not lose another soul
Not under Captain Wilcox
When she’s all alone, and the games are all done
Ai oh, down below
And the cheering’s died and the day has been won
Ai oh, down below
She will know the truths that the dark will impart
Ai oh, down below
And she feels the weight of the team on her heart
Ai oh, down below
For a Captain’s lot is a terrible thing
Ai oh, down below
When you see three deaths for each champion’s ring
Ai oh, down below
So she’s learned each ump and the ones that they took
And their names are in red in a recipe book
Signed Captain M, To Wilcox
Though we can’t get back what the umpires stole
We have still got fire from way down in the hole
And we will not lose another soul
Not under Captain Wilcox
Not under Captain Wilcox
RIGHT!
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10. |
Health to the Garages
02:47
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Kind pitchers and batters, come join me in rhyme.
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine.
Come lift up your voices, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.
So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.
Here's a health to the dear splort that we love so well
For the game and its playing, sure none can excel.
E’en shame at the bottom-ninth is met here with glee.
For there’s no team in this whole league as happy as we.
So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.
So let's give it the best we can, out there on the field
And even if flames should come, we surely won’t yield.
And if I never meet you in the dugout again
I will always remember you, best of my friends.
So here's a health to the Garages and all of our mates.
Let us pitch and be merry, right over home plate.
Let us bat and be merry, all grief to refrain.
For we may or might never all play here again.
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garages, an anarcho-syndicalist blaseball band from the fictional location of seattle. we make songs about being gay, the apocalypse, and fighting the gods.
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