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TVvoodoo
Ambassador of The Comfortably Slung
Ok this is the last post as the last Grandview song and the bonus tracks are basically alternate takes of the first ten songs.
Unit Two is a special case. They tenants get a break on this apartment as the landlord takes up a portion of the basement for a locked-up cabinet of tools, an old spare futon, some additional spare appliances etc... With the special rent rate, they also give up some privacy, for me, or the landlord to go in at will to get furnace filters, or tools or whatever, though I do try my very best to not be imposing or affect their daily lives. This song is a comedic take on that situation where the tenants may regret that decision... I wanted to try a vintage throwback doo-wop style was perfect for a whimsical take on this...
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UNIT TWO BOP
Sorry I didn't save the song lyrics in Suno but it's another duet but in in throwback jazz/bop kind of hybrid style.
It's pretty catchy in that way, but I guess in the end it's also kind of an album filler LOL
Finally... it's almost over I promise! Another song more specific about Unit Two. This "epic" references the aforementioned stained old futon stored in the basement of Unit Two. "Demon Beneath" expands upon the story of that futon, going to extremely dark places in a dramatic, cinematic sort of tale, another one of my album favourites. This particular futon is possessed by a sex demon (or is it the landlord?), attempting to use it's dark powers of attraction to draw the female tenant away from her husband Kevin, down the basement stairs towards it, with the end-goal of possessing her as well... not gonna lie, I believe it was some of the early titillating storycraft by member @frostyjr2 in this thread which may have inspired parts of this - I gotta say AI helped come up with some rather sexually dark imagery I don't think I could personally have mustered LOL! But... if you want to "go there" it sure as heck will! So quite helpful in that regard. I thought this was a very fitting song to end the regular portion of the grand concept album with. Big dramatic finish, but questions left unanswered too!
Suno instructions for The Demon Beneath:
A dark foreboding ballad in the manner of Poe and Lovecraft, sung by an dramatic operatic manner by a female in a heavy metal neo-classical minor key, It starts slow but gradually gains bitter, horrific tension which continues to spirals ever-downward, The instrumental breaks are short, but piercing, screaming guitar solos, After the bridge a screaming guitar solo, as if in the passionate throes of sexual climax, then the music breaks to a slow romantic start to verse three which then builds in tension to become more frantic as it moves into the final chorus, After the final chorus, the music slows again, but then ramps up one final time for a secondary even more intense climax then fades at the end
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DEMON BENEATH
[Operatic wailing intro, gypsy-witch in flavour]
[Verse 1]
In the cellar of Unit Number Two,
Where the light dares never descend,
There crouches a futon, mildewed and askew,
Its stains like a map of sins without end.
Oh, the writhing it witnessed in nights now long dead—
Heaving bodies, slick flesh, and the cries of the damned;
I dream of their rutting, I dream in my bed,
And the stench of old lust leaves me fevered, inflamed.
[instrumental break]
Kevin recoils, my pale germophobe swain,
He speaks of bacilli, of herpes, of spores,
But the thought of those fluids soaked deep in its grain
Only quickens the pulse in my secretest cores.
“Come down,” I keep whispering, “take me down there,
Let us add our own filth to its lecherous lore.”
Yet he shudders and flees up the worm-eaten stair—
He cannot fathom the hunger it pours.
[Pre-Chorus]
Down under the stairs, it lies beckoning there,
A black summons no virtue can resist…
Its cushions exhale an obscene, humid prayer,
And something within me demands I persist.
[Chorus]
Futon of desire, thou stoker of inner fire,
A pyre of passion no reason can beat;
All night and all day my thoughts rot and stray,
Drawn down by its pestilent, erotic drum-beat.
[Verse 2]
Beside it there looms a tall cabinet locked,
Iron-bound, breathing secrets too vast to be named;
The landlord alone holds the key never knocked—
That absent Adonis for whom my loins flame.
Within, I am certain, lie treasures obscene:
Latex and leather, the zipper-mouthed hood,
Ball-gags and bullwhips, a bondage machine,
Devices to rend and to rapture my blood.
[breakdown]
Was this basement once chapel to forbidden delight,
A cathedral of screams where the masked and the bound
Offered flesh to the gloom in the guttering light?
The thought drips like venom; I’m utterly drowned.
I picture him watching—our landlord unseen—
His smile cold as starlight on ancient black seas,
While tenants before me fulfilled the machine
And fed the dark futon primal agonies.
[Pre-Chorus]
Down under the stairs, it lies beckoning there,
Its whisper now louder than reason or priest…
The cabinet rattles; I feel in my hair
The breath of some older, insatiable beast.
[Chorus]
Futon of desire, thou altar of inner fire,
Where bodies and souls disintegrate sweet;
All night and all day I rot and decay,
Bound fast to its pestilential, erotic drum-beat.
[Bridge]
[spoken | reverb]
Clause 17-B, inked in blood almost black:
“The Landlord retains All-Access at any hour.
”No door may deny him, no lock hold him back—
Not wood, nor steel, nor the flesh of my bower.
Now I dream he must claim what his lease has decreed,
That All-Access covers these trembling white thighs;
I dream that he takes me exactly as need
Demands of the damned beneath merciless skies
[wicked guitar solo]
[Verse 3]
At last I descend in a torrent of lace,
Stockings half-torn, nipples cruelly clamped tight;
I throw myself down on its leprous embrace,
The crust crackles soft beneath my fevered weight.
My fingers hover where no prayer can save,
My lips bleed from biting, my sex screams aloud;
I teeter above the unspeakable crave—
One touch and I’m lost to the Shuddering Crowd.
Then Kevin bursts in with a crucifix glare,
He sees me convulsed on that elder-sign bed;
He drags me away through the thick, fetid air
While something within the futon turns its vast head.
He hauls the abomination into the night,
Feeds it to fire with a psalm on his tongue—
The flames roar like voices of elder delight,
And something unholy screams out from each rung.
[Final Chorus]
Wicked Futon of desire, now purified by fire,
Yet still in my marrow its drumming repeats…
Though ashes now cool where the embers expired,
I want it, I hear it—That wet.... distant.... erotic....
Drum-Beat
[Build to intense finish Extro]
Ohhh Pleeaase
Ohhh YES!
Ohhh MASTER!
Ahh!
AH!
Ah!
OHHH MY GOD YES!
Oh Yes!
Yikes! So there you have it. It's not at all the concept album I presented at the beginning of Orpheus but I believe it's a genuine AI assisted concept album, each song a component adding to the whole, in various sonic textures, tempos, styles and voices. Hope all of you could maybe find something to enjoy in this. Built completely inside about ten days time, but yeah I was possessed by it a little bit, as I tend to be by projects that capture and enrapture me. It's interesting to me how a rather mundane a subject like an apartment building can be torn down into bits of stories, and if those stories are told in entertaining and/or dramatic ways, it can become a genuine whole greater than it's parts in the end, which is really the crux of the whole "concept album" concept. A great learning experience for me.
Friends, I'm trying to shake myself out of my current musical malaise, not sure what it's gonna take.
But I know it'll come back sometime, somehow. I've always lived and died by creative work.
Unit Two is a special case. They tenants get a break on this apartment as the landlord takes up a portion of the basement for a locked-up cabinet of tools, an old spare futon, some additional spare appliances etc... With the special rent rate, they also give up some privacy, for me, or the landlord to go in at will to get furnace filters, or tools or whatever, though I do try my very best to not be imposing or affect their daily lives. This song is a comedic take on that situation where the tenants may regret that decision... I wanted to try a vintage throwback doo-wop style was perfect for a whimsical take on this...
9 Unit Two Bop.mp3
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UNIT TWO BOP
Sorry I didn't save the song lyrics in Suno but it's another duet but in in throwback jazz/bop kind of hybrid style.
It's pretty catchy in that way, but I guess in the end it's also kind of an album filler LOL
Finally... it's almost over I promise! Another song more specific about Unit Two. This "epic" references the aforementioned stained old futon stored in the basement of Unit Two. "Demon Beneath" expands upon the story of that futon, going to extremely dark places in a dramatic, cinematic sort of tale, another one of my album favourites. This particular futon is possessed by a sex demon (or is it the landlord?), attempting to use it's dark powers of attraction to draw the female tenant away from her husband Kevin, down the basement stairs towards it, with the end-goal of possessing her as well... not gonna lie, I believe it was some of the early titillating storycraft by member @frostyjr2 in this thread which may have inspired parts of this - I gotta say AI helped come up with some rather sexually dark imagery I don't think I could personally have mustered LOL! But... if you want to "go there" it sure as heck will! So quite helpful in that regard. I thought this was a very fitting song to end the regular portion of the grand concept album with. Big dramatic finish, but questions left unanswered too!
Suno instructions for The Demon Beneath:
A dark foreboding ballad in the manner of Poe and Lovecraft, sung by an dramatic operatic manner by a female in a heavy metal neo-classical minor key, It starts slow but gradually gains bitter, horrific tension which continues to spirals ever-downward, The instrumental breaks are short, but piercing, screaming guitar solos, After the bridge a screaming guitar solo, as if in the passionate throes of sexual climax, then the music breaks to a slow romantic start to verse three which then builds in tension to become more frantic as it moves into the final chorus, After the final chorus, the music slows again, but then ramps up one final time for a secondary even more intense climax then fades at the end
8 Demon Beneath.mp3
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DEMON BENEATH
[Operatic wailing intro, gypsy-witch in flavour]
[Verse 1]
In the cellar of Unit Number Two,
Where the light dares never descend,
There crouches a futon, mildewed and askew,
Its stains like a map of sins without end.
Oh, the writhing it witnessed in nights now long dead—
Heaving bodies, slick flesh, and the cries of the damned;
I dream of their rutting, I dream in my bed,
And the stench of old lust leaves me fevered, inflamed.
[instrumental break]
Kevin recoils, my pale germophobe swain,
He speaks of bacilli, of herpes, of spores,
But the thought of those fluids soaked deep in its grain
Only quickens the pulse in my secretest cores.
“Come down,” I keep whispering, “take me down there,
Let us add our own filth to its lecherous lore.”
Yet he shudders and flees up the worm-eaten stair—
He cannot fathom the hunger it pours.
[Pre-Chorus]
Down under the stairs, it lies beckoning there,
A black summons no virtue can resist…
Its cushions exhale an obscene, humid prayer,
And something within me demands I persist.
[Chorus]
Futon of desire, thou stoker of inner fire,
A pyre of passion no reason can beat;
All night and all day my thoughts rot and stray,
Drawn down by its pestilent, erotic drum-beat.
[Verse 2]
Beside it there looms a tall cabinet locked,
Iron-bound, breathing secrets too vast to be named;
The landlord alone holds the key never knocked—
That absent Adonis for whom my loins flame.
Within, I am certain, lie treasures obscene:
Latex and leather, the zipper-mouthed hood,
Ball-gags and bullwhips, a bondage machine,
Devices to rend and to rapture my blood.
[breakdown]
Was this basement once chapel to forbidden delight,
A cathedral of screams where the masked and the bound
Offered flesh to the gloom in the guttering light?
The thought drips like venom; I’m utterly drowned.
I picture him watching—our landlord unseen—
His smile cold as starlight on ancient black seas,
While tenants before me fulfilled the machine
And fed the dark futon primal agonies.
[Pre-Chorus]
Down under the stairs, it lies beckoning there,
Its whisper now louder than reason or priest…
The cabinet rattles; I feel in my hair
The breath of some older, insatiable beast.
[Chorus]
Futon of desire, thou altar of inner fire,
Where bodies and souls disintegrate sweet;
All night and all day I rot and decay,
Bound fast to its pestilential, erotic drum-beat.
[Bridge]
[spoken | reverb]
Clause 17-B, inked in blood almost black:
“The Landlord retains All-Access at any hour.
”No door may deny him, no lock hold him back—
Not wood, nor steel, nor the flesh of my bower.
Now I dream he must claim what his lease has decreed,
That All-Access covers these trembling white thighs;
I dream that he takes me exactly as need
Demands of the damned beneath merciless skies
[wicked guitar solo]
[Verse 3]
At last I descend in a torrent of lace,
Stockings half-torn, nipples cruelly clamped tight;
I throw myself down on its leprous embrace,
The crust crackles soft beneath my fevered weight.
My fingers hover where no prayer can save,
My lips bleed from biting, my sex screams aloud;
I teeter above the unspeakable crave—
One touch and I’m lost to the Shuddering Crowd.
Then Kevin bursts in with a crucifix glare,
He sees me convulsed on that elder-sign bed;
He drags me away through the thick, fetid air
While something within the futon turns its vast head.
He hauls the abomination into the night,
Feeds it to fire with a psalm on his tongue—
The flames roar like voices of elder delight,
And something unholy screams out from each rung.
[Final Chorus]
Wicked Futon of desire, now purified by fire,
Yet still in my marrow its drumming repeats…
Though ashes now cool where the embers expired,
I want it, I hear it—That wet.... distant.... erotic....
Drum-Beat
[Build to intense finish Extro]
Ohhh Pleeaase
Ohhh YES!
Ohhh MASTER!
Ahh!
AH!
Ah!
OHHH MY GOD YES!
Oh Yes!
Yikes! So there you have it. It's not at all the concept album I presented at the beginning of Orpheus but I believe it's a genuine AI assisted concept album, each song a component adding to the whole, in various sonic textures, tempos, styles and voices. Hope all of you could maybe find something to enjoy in this. Built completely inside about ten days time, but yeah I was possessed by it a little bit, as I tend to be by projects that capture and enrapture me. It's interesting to me how a rather mundane a subject like an apartment building can be torn down into bits of stories, and if those stories are told in entertaining and/or dramatic ways, it can become a genuine whole greater than it's parts in the end, which is really the crux of the whole "concept album" concept. A great learning experience for me.
Friends, I'm trying to shake myself out of my current musical malaise, not sure what it's gonna take.
But I know it'll come back sometime, somehow. I've always lived and died by creative work.
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