Ok, I'm waiting for the doors to open, sitting forlornly at my keyboard, so I thought I'd record this thing I was working on at the weekend. Quick and rough, and the lyrics aren't as polished as I'd like (needs moar scansion!)
You can listen here and the lyrics are below.
(Oh - the music is by me this time. Not quite up to that Woody Guthrie standard I'm afraid.)
Please Let Me Go Back to Groddle
Oh, please let me go back to Groddle,
Let me carry my pick down a mine
Oh please let me stroll through those forests,
I can't bear to see the Game Closed sign.
I just want to get up one more level,
Just milk one more grouchy butterfly,
Oh, please let me go back to Groddle,
Let me cheer as the conga goes by.
I just want to show off my new outfit,
My new ears and the size of my nose,
I'll be waiting right here at my keyboard
I'll rejoice when the Game Closed sign goes
Cos the game's going to come out of beta
The game's going to start up for real
And I'll have to try not to play Glitch all the time
And eat sandwiches for every meal.
We'll all start with no stuff and no currants,
Not a skill to our name, and no bear
But we'll party like Gli-itchmas anyway
Hand out food just to show that we care.
Cos the game's going to come out of beta
The game's going to start up for real
And I'll get my Glitch on every evening for sure
I'll impress all the Giants with my zeal
So please let me go back to Groddle,
Being Glitchless just makes me pine
Let me party with Glitchen in Groddle,
Take down that old Ga-me Closed sign.