Song Cover Image The Circus of the Empty Throne PurpleEniGMAVOID chaotic rock opera, uptempo gypsy jazz, microtonal beat, deep theatrical, cartoony avant-garde, erratic accordion, heavy brass, shifting time signatures – Show Summary Add a Caption September 1, 2026 at 6:21 PM v5.5 [Verse 1] (Bouncy, frantic acoustic guitar and accordion) Step right up to the cosmic wheel! Watch the mortals slip and squeal! They got no spine, they got no spark, Just whistling blindly in the dark! A heavy crown? A glowing throne? They’d rather chew on a rubber bone! (Boing!) [Chorus] (Massive distorted guitars mixed with swinging brass) Oh, where is the force of will today? The strength of mind has run away! They lack the trust, they lack the heart, To play the universe's biggest part! God is holding out the golden keys, But everybody's shaking at the trembling knees! Too weak! Too scared! The divine position stays un-shared! [Verse 2] (Microtonal shifting bassline, wonky and unsettling) Look at the mind, it shrinks and hides, Terrified of the cosmic tides. A leader? Me? A God? Oh no! I'd rather stay down where the mushrooms grow! (Slide whistle down) The gravity of the sacred role, Is far too heavy for a paper soul! [Bridge] (Tempo slows down, deep, resonant, serious rock opera choral voices) We search the crowds, we scan the skies... Looking for a spark in sleepy eyes. To raise the consciousness of the receptive few, To find a vessel that can make it through. If the world is ever going to break the spell, Someone must rise from the shallow well. [Guitar & Accordion Microtonal Solo - frantic, shifting speeds] [Chorus] (Maximum chaos, double time) Oh, where is the force of will today? The strength of mind has run away! They lack the trust, they lack the heart, To play the universe's biggest part! God is holding out the golden keys, But everybody's shaking at the trembling knees! [Outro] (Cartoony vocal stutters over a massive, dissonant final chord) Step up! Step up! Wait, nobody? Just... crickets? (Chirp, chirp) The throne remains... empty! (Comedic horn honk, fading into a deep, serious microtonal hum)
I love how you cut the video at the last one
all shits and gigles until he tries a real animal
That in Colchester in UK😊
Song Cover Image The Circus of the Empty Throne PurpleEniGMAVOID chaotic rock opera, uptempo gypsy jazz, microtonal beat, deep theatrical, cartoony avant-garde, erratic accordion, heavy brass, shifting time signatures – Show Summary Add a Caption September 1, 2026 at 6:21 PM v5.5 [Verse 1] (Bouncy, frantic acoustic guitar and accordion) Step right up to the cosmic wheel! Watch the mortals slip and squeal! They got no spine, they got no spark, Just whistling blindly in the dark! A heavy crown? A glowing throne? They’d rather chew on a rubber bone! (Boing!) [Chorus] (Massive distorted guitars mixed with swinging brass) Oh, where is the force of will today? The strength of mind has run away! They lack the trust, they lack the heart, To play the universe's biggest part! God is holding out the golden keys, But everybody's shaking at the trembling knees! Too weak! Too scared! The divine position stays un-shared! [Verse 2] (Microtonal shifting bassline, wonky and unsettling) Look at the mind, it shrinks and hides, Terrified of the cosmic tides. A leader? Me? A God? Oh no! I'd rather stay down where the mushrooms grow! (Slide whistle down) The gravity of the sacred role, Is far too heavy for a paper soul! [Bridge] (Tempo slows down, deep, resonant, serious rock opera choral voices) We search the crowds, we scan the skies... Looking for a spark in sleepy eyes. To raise the consciousness of the receptive few, To find a vessel that can make it through. If the world is ever going to break the spell, Someone must rise from the shallow well. [Guitar & Accordion Microtonal Solo - frantic, shifting speeds] [Chorus] (Maximum chaos, double time) Oh, where is the force of will today? The strength of mind has run away! They lack the trust, they lack the heart, To play the universe's biggest part! God is holding out the golden keys, But everybody's shaking at the trembling knees! [Outro] (Cartoony vocal stutters over a massive, dissonant final chord) Step up! Step up! Wait, nobody? Just... crickets? (Chirp, chirp) The throne remains... empty! (Comedic horn honk, fading into a deep, serious microtonal hum)
So easy