Nur Ein XIX Round Four "Crush Season"

[Spintown]

Picture being 12, school just ended, and you're looking forward to grinding your favorite Minecraft PvP game all summer long to climb to the top of the leaderboards. You log into the server & it's love at first spawn when you see your dream e-girl across the lobby. Your new mission is to win her heart. There's some references to the Hypixel Network in this song that I know people won't be familiar with. For instance:

- The shifting thing mentioned is basically the universal way to say "friend" or "peace" in Minecraft.
- A "non" is someone who hasn't paid for an in game rank on a server.
- "MVP+" is high paid for rank on the Hypixel server.
- "the board" is the in game leaderboard.
- Pretty sure the rest is pretty clear "friend requests", "parties" & "quests" are the same as most games.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1Q-t-4RiE4

I still have no idea what a "Line Cliche" is, Joe told me, "It's basically a C#m chord and then you just change the base note. I start with C#, then C then, B and then I resolve the line cliche with a F# chord." It's played twice in the prechorus. *fingers crossed*

Lyrics: Spintown
Music, Vocals, Talent: Joe Romero

(Verse 1)
Summer is here and it's time to climb,
Going to be an unstoppable force,
Working the board past my bedtime,
To be number one I'll stay the course,

(Prechorus)
As soon as I logged in,
I caught a glimpse of her skin,
And my head began to spin,
I had a new game to win,

(Chorus)
It was love at first spawn,
She's my A number 1 non,
I logged in for a reason,
Found out it was crush season,

(Verse 2)
Lost for words oh what to say,
As I'm shifting politely,
She was quickly warped away,
I'd search for her daily and nightly,

(Prechorus)
As soon as I logged in,
I caught a glimpse of her skin,
And my head began to spin,
I had a new game to win,

(Chorus)
It was love at first spawn,
She's my A number 1 non,
I logged in for a reason,
Found out it was crush season,

(Bridge)
With a friend request (OOOOOOOOoooooo)
A little luck
Started to party (OOOOOOOOoooooo)
Did daily quests

(Verse 3)
I hope she'll be my e-girl,
Got a housing just for us,
Put off my goals for the break,
And I bought her M-V-P plus,

(Prechorus)
As soon as I logged in,
I caught a glimpse of her skin,
And my head began to spin,
I had a new game to win,

(Chorus)
It was love at first spawn,
She's my A number 1 non,
I logged in for a reason,
Found out it was crush season,

(Verse 4)
She's not returned my affection,
I may be 12, but I'm a 10,
It's simply a matter of time,
I'll try again and again.

[furrypedro]

Balance Lost

Liner notes:

*** NSFW ***
This song contains coarse language including numerous cuss words. Please do not play it at work. If you are offended by such language I recommend not reading these lyrics or listening to the song.

*** PLEASE NOTE ***
The criticisms in this song directed at other people are 100% intended to not be taken seriously. It is intended as a form of black humour, and I do not genuinely believe in any of the negative comments contained within the lyrics. I have attempted to underline this point by writing a chorus hook which is self-deprecating and self-mocking. If you are a subject of one of the lyrics and you are offended by the lines directed at you, I apologise. The intention is for it to be a kind of fun "roast". If anybody feels compelled to give a retort to this track, I encourage you to do it in song form.

Title:
As much as possible I try to avoid what I consider to be the obvious interpretation of the title. In this instance I think the obvious angle is romantic crushes, or a season where people fall in love with each other. I have chosen to use the word "crush" as in destroy. There is a long tradition in hiphop culture of diss tracks (songs where one artist, usually a rapper, criticises another artist in their lyrics), that are intended to destroy the reputation of the subject. My song is in that vein, although as mentioned above, the tone should be taken as a playful roast, not an insult meant in anger.

Challenge:
Starting at 0.47 there is an organ riff which contains a descending line of notes which run from F, E, Eb which I believe satisfies the challenge of including line cliche in the music. This phrase continues into the chorus where it is backed up by a synthesiser arpeggio on the second repetition.

Lyrics:
Hello motherfuckers, it's Balance Lost with the gloves off
Taking potshots with a sawn-off
Shotgun in the back while you try to run
But don't worry everybody, it's just for fun!
Exposing your blunders, leaving you wondering
What the hell you did to make me ruin your day
By the time I'm finished you'll be so far down under
People be mistaking you for Caravan Ray

What's that stench? Frankie's attempt
stinks like his cat died and crawled in the aircon vent
If colour was sound, this clown would be shit brown
I'd have crushed him last round but I can't punch that far down
Starfingerin, a fart that's still lingering
This asshole's so old he can fit 5 fingers in
Back when he was still middle aged and I was only starting
He already made my shit sound like Lennon fucking McCartney

Next please! Another sucker needs takin down a peg
Oh yeah, Vom Vorton furiously flogging a dead
Horses ass, with a vacant stare while scratching his head
"Can I write a rhyme that isn't telegraphed a mile ahead?"
Can we still be friends even after that low blow?
Anybody?? It gets worse though
Spintown & Co, also known as Joe Romero
Plus some _____ who doesn't know how to play a note
Just write lyrics, like Richie Manic, without the lipstick
Or 2 braincells that know how to make a song tick
I invite you to go ahead and do what Richie did
And follow his footsteps right off the Severn bridge

Balance Lost has flopped
We couldn't shift records out the back of a record shop
Writing for free, singing off key
My bestie refuses to listen to my CD
Everybody knows Balance Lost blows
And sucks at the same time (oh no!)
Stone cold, below freezing, stop breathing
Motherfuckers getting crushed this season

Time for more hopeless than hopeful
So-called "music" it's only fit for trash disposal
Don't give me that BSS, Berkeley Social
Bullshit sandwich of gluten free tofu
You take the skill of one decent producer
Divide it between 5 guys until it's diluted
stupid time spent doin the jackrabbit with your plectrum
Til the track sounding like it was recorded in my rectum

You want Truth? We know Cavedwellers are troglodytes
If Reg Dwight sang Wild Thing at bingo night
Granny music's not usually this lite
And I'd do Glennny again but I already stuck the knife in twice
I originally savagely attacked Moss Palace
But after the way I've acted I thought I should redact this
The fact is Erin and Sam make very pleasant music
And Sam chooses to defend me even when I'm abusive

The Friends actually did one good song, back in round 1,
But this is an 8 week shift son And now the cum's
dried in your jeans, Now it's Round 3, You're firing dust
Just pre-nut butter without the crust
Classically trained in opera, Cybronica
Drunkenly caterwauling at a karaoke bar
If a lack of a talent can get you this far
Hell, maybe even Mechakarp's in with a fighting chance

Everybody knows Balance Lost blows
And sucks at the same time (oh no!)
Stone cold, below freezing, stop breathing
Motherfuckers getting crushed this season
Balance Lost has flopped
We couldn't shift records out the back of a record shop
Sitting in obscurity on the bottom rung
With the Song Fight losers having some fun

Balance Lost has flopped
We couldn't shift records out the back of a record shop
Writing for free, singing off key
My bestie refuses to listen to my CD
Everybody knows Balance Lost blows
And sucks at the same time (oh no!)
Stone cold, below freezing, stop breathing
Motherfuckers getting crushed this season

And don't even get me started on the damn judges
(Knock at the door)
Who could that be?
(Angry mob)
Oh hey guys
I trust I can rely on your vote in the final?
(Boooo!)
Why are you all carrying pitchforks?
No! Stay away! Aaaaarghghghghh!!!!
(Furious slashing and stabbing sounds)
(Crowd cheering)

[WreckdoMelle]

Crush Season
by Brown Word and the Big Whine

Crush Season
Summertime is here
The guys all walk around
In their cargo shorts

Baby it's hot in here
Probably cuz I'm older dear
I'm just this side of fifty
Never thought I'd feel so nifty

Never know the person you can be
Till you're stuck in a corner or finally cut free
Right now I'm at the height of my power
My love is like thunder could crush the Sears Tower
And I'm on, it's like 103

Crush season
Summertime is here
The gals all walk around
In their cargo shorts

I might even flirt
Just to let 'em know I'm not dead yet
Settled down enough to know better
But I know I kinda like whatever

Ever know how it feels to be 10 foot tall
Rolling in a Subaru you middle-class baller
Hydrated, suncreen rated safe for up to 30 minutes in water
You better tighten your belt
It's like 103

Oo that sunlight darlin'
You look better in the daylight
Far, far, far away
Just out of reach
I'ma keep it to myself
I'ma keep it on the downlow

[frankie big face]

Crush Season - Frankie Big Face

When the static turns ecstatic
You feel that crush
You feel that crush
It’s automatic
Electrostatic
You feel that rush
You feel that rush

And I won’t let go
No I can’t let go
I can feel the pressure
I can see the glow
And I won’t hang on
No I can’t hang on
I can feel my body
Turn on

Let’s go let’s go
‘Cause we’re on a new course
We’re held together by
Unstoppable force
Let go let go
There’s no wear for the worse
We’re held together
We’re held together

There’s no easing into the season
You feel that heat
You feel that heat
The very essence
Of effervescence
Underneath your feet
Beneath your feet

And I won’t say no
No I can’t say no
I feel the buoyancy
I feel the flow
And I won’t say stop
No I can’t say stop
I can feel us
Rising to the top

Let’s go let’s go
‘Cause we’re on a new course
We’re elevated by
Unstoppable force
Let go let go
There’s no wear for the worse
We’re elevated
We’re elevated

Let’s go let’s go
‘Cause we’re on a new course
We’re held together by
Unstoppable force
Let go let go
There’s no wear for the worse
We’re held together
We’re held together

[glennny]

Crush Season
By Cavedwellers

Chorus
| D, G | Bb, A | D, G | F | D, D/C# | D/B, D/A | (x2)

Verse Part 1 (Descending Line Cliche`)
| Am | Am/G | Am/ F# | Am/ E# | (x2)

Verse Part 2 (Ascending Line Cliche`)
| D/ A# | D/B | D/C | D/ C# | (x2)

Bridge & Solo
| Bm | A | Bm | A | F | C | Am | Am | (x2)



Chorus
It’s crush season and it’s never enough.
To get going when they’re going it’s tough.
It’s crush season get those espadrilles off.
Down and dirty in the dirty, old trough

Verse One Part 1
Granddad had it easier.
When he wasn’t in the war
Cases blew like dandelions.
Across to the north seashore

Verse One Part2
Out of style and out of step
I walk the same fair path
so have a glass on me
This business is a laugh

Chorus

Verse Two Part 1
We were doomed when absinthe ruled.
Phylloxera again,
Doomed by vodka or by Zima
We didn’t make white zin

Verse Two Part 2
We hold on by the stem
That didn’t make the grappa bin
Diageo has kicked our tires
We aren’t giving in

Chorus

Bridge
At the end of the day…
There is family, and hands to pay
We put shoes on those red feet
Not cobbled for retreat

Chorus

[Lunkhead]

"Crush Season"
By Moss Palace

Our line cliché is an E minor code with a bass line that descends chromatically from E to B, and it happens in the intro and in the verse. The bridge is also a callback to that part. It's not a line cliché because the chords actually change, but they change in a way that supports a chromatic walk down from E to B similar to the line cliché.

The rain is moving in
I don’t mind getting caught
It’s the season of l’amour
But love isn’t what I’ve got
Never the type to wear a ring
I don’t think that it works out
I wasn’t looking for a fling
But now I’m full of doubt

I feel the crush of your stare
Catch me before I fall
Your eyes, full of desire
Trace an x on my heart

It really isn’t fair
The things that you make me say
If you want to show me that you care
Then please let me break away
You’re the one who calls the shots
I’m the one who’s left to deal
Heaven help me if you leave
Two empty arms and a heart of steel

I feel the crush of your stare
Catch me before I fall
Your eyes, full of desire
Trace an x on my heart

[Siebass]

Line cliche part is done over a C and G chord respectively in the verse on a high electric guitar on top of the rhythm guitar;
one additional portion of line cliche in the bridge for good measure where the bass is holding a long note (I think it's an A but darned if I remember now, might be G#) underneath a descending guitar line.

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MechaKarp
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Crush Season
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V1

I saw you looking over, across the frito lays
Past the cooler ranch, beside the lottery display
Behind the hottest pockets, through the looking glass
It's a chemical reaction, my heart is beating fast

PCH

And oh it's such a rush
when I chug that Orange Crush

CH

My teeth have shrunk to tiny orange pebbles (wa oh, wa oh oh oh)
My dentist is in therapy, cuz I'm such a soda rebel
My smile, an amber glow, and by now you know
I don't need a reason
Cuz it's crush season

V2

We've had our share of strife, I dated a vegan acrobat
She said that orange #5 was made from donkey fat (are you SURE that's an animal product??)
Next a cardiologist declared my heart would soon explode
Well the joke's gonna be on her, I've got an extra one of those (DUDE, that's KIDNEYS)

PCH

And oh it's such a rush
when I chug that Orange Crush

CH

My teeth have shrunk to tiny orange pebbles (wa oh, wa oh oh oh)
My dentist is in therapy, cuz I'm such a soda rebel
My smile, an amber glow, and by now you know [[chops]]
I don't need a reason
Cuz it's crush season

BR descending semitones

Tangerine dreams, in the future we're together
Growing old, sipping life through my neon Orange dentures

[Solo?]

CH (Double chorus outtro?)

My teeth have shrunk to tiny orange pebbles (wa oh, wa oh)
My dentist is in therapy, cuz I'm such a soda rebel
My smile, an amber glow, and I'm sure you know
I don't need a reason
I don't need a reason

My teeth shrunk to tiny orange pebbles (wa oh, wa oh).
My dentist is in therapy, cuz I'm such a soda rebel
My smile, an amber glow, and I'm sure you know

I don't need a reason
I don't need a reason
I don't need a reason

Cuz it's crush season

[glennny]

Crush Season
by Berkeley Social Scene

Verse (Line Cliche)
| C | C/B | C/ Bb | C/A | (x4)

Pre Chorus
| C | C | F | F | (x2)

Chorus
| G | G | F | F | (x2)

Verse
Pre-Chorus
Chorus

Bridge
| G | Am | F | F | (x4)

Solo: over Short Verse and PreChorus

Chorus
Chorus

Verse 1
Remember the crash pad
We spent all day just drinking wine
‘Twas August or September
The haze of new love was sublime
Slept in late
We had no reason to get complicated
Imagine the chasm
Between the lines, we never drew

Pre-Chorus 1
It was me and it was you
It’s not long until winter

Chorus
Crush season, time to harvest us
Cuffing season’s not ever enough

Verse 2
Barefoot stomping
We’ll show these grapes who hath the wrath
Romping and careful
A little jaded but not dead
Close your eyes
Would you transport anywhere else?
Examine the silence
And realize what’s coming true

Pre-Chorus 2
It is me and it is you
The daze is getting shorter

Chorus
Crush season, time to harvest us
Cuffing season’s not ever enough

Bridge
Break it down and squeeze out all of the juice
It's just my heart you’re playing with fast and loose
You’ve got your reasons, but you have no excuse
Let it age so it may be of good use

Chorus
Crush season, time to harvest us
Cuffing season’s not ever enough
Crush season, time to harvest us
Cuffing season’s not ever enough

[starfinger]

# crush season
by Starfinger
-- line cliche should be obvious in the chorus --

are you ready?!

i climb to the top of the pile
mile on mile
in my mean machine

to roll over all of the others,
sisters and brothers:
it is my greatest dream

rev up the beast
i'm a beast
in my chariot

line up the buses
and i must
insist you hurry up

you're gonna plead
the insanity defense when you dig
my monster truck you'll say
boy those wheels are big"

it's time to crush crush
crush
crush
It's crush season baby
crush
crush
Crush those cars
It's crush season baby


I don't know jack about carburetors
Ask me about gears and
i'll say "uh see you later"
i'm not a dork that rambles on about torque
and if you mention gas mileage
i'll throw you to the gators

I don't know my spark plugs from
my Lug nuts
i don't know my hubcaps from
my mudflaps

but i know one thing about my truck
it is: wow those wheels are big!

it's time to crush
crush
crush
it's crush season baby
crush
crush
crush those cars
it's crush season baby

it's time to crush
it's time to crush
it's time to crush
it's crush season
it's time to crush
crush those cars
crush
it's crush season baby

[glennny]

glennny-Crush Season

Riff A: Emaj #11 (2 bar phrase x8)
Riff B: Bmaj 7 (1 bar phrase x8)
Riff C: (The line cliche) | B/F#m | C/ F#m | C#/ F#m | D / F#m | (x2)
Chorus: | C#m | C#m | A | A | F#m | F#m | E | E |
Bridge & Solo:| Emaj7, D#m7 | C#m7, G#7 | Emaj7, D#m7 | C#m7, F#7 | (x4)

Intro: Riff A
Verse One Part 1: Riff B
I’ve got my black marble mortar
I’ve got my black marble pestle
I may be blue, but I’m not a martyr
The spice of life is in this vessel

Verse One Part 2: Riff C
Oh oh South of the border
Such vibrant seasoning
Oh oh south of the border
With you crashing down on me

Pre-Chorus: Riff C
Crushed by a stone
I’m alone
I’m not owned, but I’m owned
We will never go home

Chorus
It’s the season of depression
I’m crushing my seasoning

Intro with Slide: Riff A
Verse Two Part 1: Riff A
I got crushed by a mortar
I had a pleasant company
We all bloomed in the water
Your volcanic cup of tea

Verse Two Part 2: Riff C
Oh oh molcajete
We can make a deep mole
Oh oh molcajete
What else do you have to say?

Pre-Chorus: Riff C
Crushed by a stone
I’m alone
I’m not owned, but I’m owned
We will never go home

Chorus
It’s the season of depression
I’m crushing my seasoning

Bridge
I’m nada, I’m nada, I’m nada
And that’s all that you saw
I’m nada, I’m nada, I’m nada
And you’re not very wrong

Chorus
It’s the season of depression
I’m crushing my seasoning
It’s the season of depression
I’m crushing my seasoning

[ujnhunter]

Crush Season
The Ujn Corporation

Life upon the throne
To forever be alone
For the sins that I atone it's now
The burden of this stone

Always up this hill
Pushing all this weight
One can never tell
Should sanity disintegrate

How much longer till I break
All that I can feel
All that I can take
The burden of my flesh
To shoulder all this weight

The tides they are turning
As my insides are burning away

How much longer till I break
All that I can feel
All that I can take
The burden of my flesh
To shoulder all this weight

To feel your breath
Against my flesh
To crush your bones
Beneath my stone

Always up this hill (Keep pushing)
Pushing all this weight (Keep pushing)
One can never tell
Should sanity disintegrate
Under my stone

[Cybronica]

Cybronica
Crush Season

For context,

Spoiler

in the opera world, a singer’s season is auditioned for months in advanced, and then you tend to hear back from all of them around spring. This is particularly true for summer young artist and training programs, which can be highly competitive. The letters saying you didn’t land a spot in the company are ‘affectionately’ called PFO’s, or Please Fuck Off’s, by the singing community. This sort of silly turn of phrase meme helps to soften the blow of not getting a single paying gig, or any scholarships for educational performances, and having to pay out the nose for someone to tell you for a month straight that your regular teacher isn’t worth shit and you should change everything about how you sing because they said so. It’s quite crushing.

My song is from the perspective of a summer program crushing the dreams of most of its applicants.

All the women want me
Some men do too
I watch them nonchantly
I’ll only pick a few

It’s really rather funny
You think it might be you
That dream is warm and sunny
And too good to be true


Summer’s coming quickly
All in a rush
But when you’re planning out the season
you’re gonna get crushed

Please
Fuck Off
I haven’t got the time
To waste
On you
So sad, I must decline
I wish
You all
The best in what you do
But please
Fuck off
It never could be you

I can pick and choose
The people I like best
The ones I could abuse
But of course at their request

My devotees adore me
They’re a little bit obsessed
They’d do anything for me
While saying hashtag blessed


Summer’s coming quickly
All in a rush
But when you’re planning out the season
you’re gonna get crushed

Please
Fuck Off
I haven’t got the time
To waste
On you
So sad, I must decline
I wish
You all
The best in what you do
But please
Fuck off
It never could be you

[eargoggle]

The Friends "Crush Season"

Another sunny day I’m not at ease

Some things are crawling in the trees

On this bright day I’m in my bed

Lay there think about the bees

I move a shelf, find something else

Wish that I could unsee

Get ‘em away from me



And I know rebirth is the key
to life on earth, rivers the seas
but as I lie here hiding
I might stay here till the fall
cause I leave now I'll crush them all

Too many flies buzz on by

caterpillar becomes a butterfly

The little spider comes to say hi

I sit and wish they all would die

They go away when it is light

Back for killing when it’s the night

Get ‘em away from me and I



And I know cycles spin us round
without the part the whole breaks down
but as I lie here hiding
I might stay here till the fall
cause I leave now I'll crush them all