Ancient

[j$]

Ancient by Signor Johnny Cashpoint

In a previous life I was Josephine, Napoleon's wife
And although he was small - not where it counts;
We had a ball. Not any more, now I work in a store,
My life is a bore, I can't take it any more

CHORUS: Ancient times, in days of yore
Looking back on what went before
Make me old, accelerate
This dull life before it's too late ....

In a previous life I was Charlemagne, but now I'm a pain,
All I do is complain, standing my ground, waiting my turn,
My heart starts to pound for the next time around,
Adventure's just a sleeping pill away
In a previous life I was Joan of Arc,
Tied to the stake, as torches spark,
Now it's all dark, and where to park
My expensive Hum Vee is my biggest worry,
So it must be time to regenerate

CHORUS

I am an ancient I am losing patience
With this generation's lack of sensation
A simple remedy for this lifelong malady
Chop for change's sake - and I am set free!

CHORUS

[Lonbobby]

The fault, of course it lies with me
I've tried my best to be an optimist
But the world its shown its colors
And the black outweigh the blues
And the fault, it is my own

And like a light you turned me off
You let me lie here but I'm not angry
I know it's for a reason
If it's not then I don't care
But the fault, it's still with me

I've got a lot to learn
An ancient soul that's what you claim I am
This soul he isn't happy
But also he's not sad
Cause he knows the fault's on him

And so I don't know what to feel
It won't be long until I'm back to you
Of course it is my fault but then again
You share the blame
I might be ancient, but so are you

[blue]

the sonofsupercar dramatic players present:
ANCIENT

(Orc Chorus)

GANDALF! GANDALF! GANDALF! (fade)

(Narrator)
standing on the edge of the hillside
watching as you cower before us
our hearts cold as only they can be
we wait for you

rob and loot and pillage and plunder
lightning strikes with the sound of thunder
keep our friends held close
but our enemies closer
come take a swallow of our absynth

someday we'll be sung about
like we sing about our dads
someday we'll be ancient
and that will make us glad
living for another fight
spearing lucky heads
our song will give you shudders
but it's not as good as "Shreds"

Lady of Lemuria
crying as her ship goes down
it's not her death that bothers her
but our poison water
on her morning gown

someday we'll be sung about
like we sing about our dads
someday we'll be ancient
and that will make us glad
living for another fight
spearing lucky heads
our song will give you shudders
but it's not as good as "Shreds"

(Valkries)
most of you are ballast
we feel for the parts you actually use

(orc chorus)
GANDALF! GANDALF! GANDALF!

someday we'll be sung about
like we sing about our dads
someday we'll be ancient
and that will make us glad

[nyjm]

ancient - noah mclaughlin feat. c hack
(subtitled for the french-impaired)

J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans.
i have more memories than if i were a thousand years old.

the low flat sky now lid-like weighs
upon your poison-laden heart
now check your compass read your chart
to marvel at these tortured ways
nothing fills your sieving hand
and nothing balms your burning days
the low flat sky now lid-like weighs
you stumble through this ancient land

[Am] upon my ancient [C] skull my love
plant your banner high
upon my ancient heart my love
kiss my breath [D] goodbye

- Désormais tu n'es plus, ô matière vivante!
Qu'un granit entouré d'une vague épouvante,
Assoupi dans le fond d'un Sahara brumeux;
Un vieux sphinx ignoré du monde insoucieux.
From now on you are nothing more, oh living matter
Than a bit of granite surrounded by a vague dread,
Dozing in the heart of the hazy Sahara;
An old sphinx ignored by the incurious world.

Oublié sur la carte, et dont l'humeur farouche
Ne chante qu'aux rayons du soleil qui se couche.
Forgotten on the map, and whose savage humor
Sings only in the rays of the setting sun.

o’ listen to the whisp’ring sand
that brings you thirst upon its tray
a dervish harlot Salome
with lust and wine your passion fanned
a saint you came the month of May
a sinner left with bleeding hand
o’ listen to the whisp’ring sand
the low flat sky now lid-like weighs

upon my ancient skin my love
cool your burning thighs
upon my ancient skull my love
plant your banner high

[Bolio]

Easy L - Ancient

Florida is fun
you can see the sun
but I moved north
I'm a good sport

Have a glimmer in my eye
and when I sing I cry
like David Bowie but not exactly in disguise
throw back your drink & get ready for my surprise
we're here at the Hat Trick Lounge live
ladies & gentlemen, Fried!

Name is Dirk
bank is work
pleased to meet you
by the way I'm pretty ancient

Keyboard at desk
keyboard players are pests
haven't I met you?
then you know I'm pretty ancient

Know how much I'm fried?
I feel like the pig that became the ham
with the eggs on the side

Though PJ stayed out of the store
he's now in mic's galore
and glad that it's easier to beat the clock
TV wants to meet the 2 kids on the block

Rinse & Repeat