Ian Bryan-Sterba
The Song heard in "Mermaid man and Barnacle Boy III" on SpongBob SquarePants
updated 16 years ago
0:00 In Real Time
3:15 Destiny's Mirage
6:55 Blinds U
A crushing roar steals you
Tremble for treble
As the earth rumbles
Earthquakes are now in the core
Ash in the air
Over the city
My sights are now set
To dead
To die
To go
Farther than I've been before
Looking to settle the score
Ever patient I will stay
Waiting for our judgement day
Through the barren halls
I see the men who fall
Grasping for their own aim
Greed may keep it's blame
Tremble for treble
As the earth rumbles
Earthquakes are now in the core
Ash in the air
Over the city
My sights are now set
To dead
To die
To go
Farther than I've been before
Looking to settle the score
Ever patient I will stay
Waiting for our judgement day
Stay laser focused on your goals
And wait
For your Saturn to return
This is the story of a man
Doing what he can
Trying to survive
So he put on a suit
He's always on the go
Trying to thrive
Any moment he could slip
Without a doubt he climbed out of the pit
His weapon he unsheathed
To slay his enemies
Tales of Saturn
Tell them about your trials and your tribulations please oh Saturn
A man can only do
What he knows
He's a student of life
He fights back the tears
Relinquishing his fears
He's a child of God
Tales of Saturn
Tell them about your trials and your tribulations please oh Saturn
Tales of Saturn
Won't you please divide the fractions into actions
You'll feel better
With a murder file
But a bore
Keep on running
Don't ever settle
And watch out for
My altered fangs
Cross your bangs
Must have more
To feed on your killer smile
Knocking at your windowsill
I'm here to get my fill
Radical as it may be
Your soft flesh is aching me
Just want to get a taste
Puncture holes in velvet lace
I've got to see what it means
To fill a craving
Sharp as a tack
With a murder file
But a bore
Keep on running
Don't ever settle
And watch out for
My altered fangs
Cross your bangs
Must have more
To feed on your killer smile
Fascinated by your wicked grin
That invites pleasure to come in
Once the night has become pitch
I'm gunna make you feel my itch
Just want to get a taste
Puncture holes in velvet lace
I've got to see what it means
To fill a craving
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docs.google.com/document/d/1sSvOs5LghHf4Czf1t1ysMEi06oMF5Qj8KNhMUaIMcF0/edit?usp=sharing
I love to use these chords when writing originals, every time I write a song I try to incorporate a new chord. The last chord uses Major 7 tuning, just drop the high E string by a half step and every Major bar chord becomes a Major 7th.
Some Examples:
Chords 2 & 3 :
youtu.be/MAMGtnZGT2w?si=WPsQF5G20Lbb4OEq&t=70
Chord 10 :
youtu.be/e7-HccJTU7I?si=KZKtJEr-c7ZMxLC4&t=138
Chord 5 :
youtu.be/Qntcx82Qomo?si=tjm0rzaWPuEuH7Gg&t=250
so I thought, why not give it a song?
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Baby don't you know it's not easy
To find what you wan to be
And if I can't move on
Just know weldon't belong
In each others company
So I'll go away
And put the light out, day by day
Even at night we'll go without the other
That's what I said
That's what I'll say
No way, no way
And the mountains shout for joy
The quakes of pleasure for her only man
Let me show you how to move it boy
I know I want to be in your love
Praise your body like a rogue dove
Find some kindling we'd make sparks
Releasing tensions from the heart
Valleys and peaks the river leaks
From the caves which hold
A geyser blows the scent of love ferment
And tender touch is gold
I know I want to be in your love
Praise your body like a rogue dove
Find some kindling we'd make sparks
Turning a river into a flood
Here is the track listings:
Sound check 0:00
Show starts Delusions/Kronos 9:40
*Footage 12:50
*Footage 15:58
Indigo Fashion Show 21:00
Psychedelisaurus 25:12
*Footage 28:00)
Skeletal Kinds 31:20
*Footage 31:43
*Footage 37:22
War Pigs 39:00
Vulpecula/Lunar Mare 47:00
*Footage 49:34
Robert - Guitar/Vox/Bass on "Past Lovers"
Raymond- Bass/Guitar on "Past Lovers"
Freddie - Drums
Drums: Brandon
Keys: Geoffrey
Bass: Ian (covering for Micah)
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Thanks to Conner Morgan for filming
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Making fun of laughing days is on
Here we have an example of you
To lose
But don't let the writers catch you off the truth
Button up now
Down turn as the newest burns
What is had as prizes
Will now be earned
Sour feeling
Appealing to the plenty
What do they see
When they feel the empty seat
Let's charm the rust off our dusty individuals
Pull off
To the side the road
Old Foley men
Are practicing slow
So we wait but
I want it done like now
No faults to take it down
I have to say chao
For goodbye is too polite
And grows
As it flows
Come now we have gone to give away
The things we've kept stowed not to say
Have your take it's not worth much to
The few
But leave it to me to be confused
By those who stem away now from the tree
Picking at the apples we taste them
Sweet
Rotten cores are a swell new memory
Corsage mirage is what we're quick to
See
Let's harm the must for their cranky lazy rituals
Pull off
To the side the road
Old Foley men
Are practicing slow
So we wait but
I want it done like now
No faults to take it down
I have to say chao
For goodbye is too polite
And grows
As it flows
But leave the rust on or you'll feel it
It's time for a greet
We've been waiting patiently
Take a seat
In the foyer
Or in this room
We're having a meeting
It will start soon
Pleased to meet you
I am the host
The father of dread
And the holy ghost
Hope you brought your head
And your mind as well
For an epic journey
Through this true hell
Perturbed inside
Nothings left to hide but fear
Morgue syndrome aside
No ones hell cried its near
Join me in the basement
Where we crawl around
In pairs
Join me for the lords prayer
Is bound by blind mens fare
Nothings easy they say
So we continue
Down the tracks
The stairs down here
Are filled with worms
To smooth out their cracks
Perturbed inside
Nothings left to hide but fear
Morgue syndrome aside
No ones hell cried its near
But fear me in lack of truth
Over easy is my
Brain booth
Skulls collide
Dig a hole and put yourself inside
Make it 10 by 10 you'll need room to fight
Your demons laughter subsides
Now your whole from the feet up instead
Melancholy blues are now colored red
Feeling out the best way
To trance a witch
Evil doings are our guest we Lynch
Bury yourself in the ditch
It is the only other wish
Of those who call ahead to
Complain to keep sane
For in their mind
They're perturbed to be gross
Plastic like the most
Placid is their woes
So bury them in the ditch
And watch as they will have the itch
To fiend over the rails
And sail with stalling eyes
Prying at absurdity
The clock has stricken night thirty
And risen them from the grave
A slave to their own shade
Of dust and mirrors coated to
Be an anomaly in day to day life
Oh how they strive now for lust
Bust them in their shadow
A fellow of hallow heels that step
On toes that cave in to crave
The flesh of waves Cra
shing amongst the brighter pole
The emptiness of human souls
Come marketed with obtuse traits
And spoil all the fun we made
We made
Like a solitary hand grenade
Struggling with carriage truths
The people born around the noose
Hung up on the slightest thing
We pull at their strings
Their strings
Their strings
Are they worth the wings?
Endless day
Shadows stay
Bouquet of dark
We're fine
To have no
Ernest flow
When one barks
At night
Sleep fine
Outta the getaway
Son of a runaway
I feel I have no say
Tomorrow
I'll forget you
They say remember
I say whatever
It's not like were born
Forever to soon
Alright
I'll bite
Separate way
From the sway
I know I wont forget you
Seeding the
Empty pot
With a handful of doubt
I'll leave soon
Not much left
Two stars Crest
Lightning fest
Every jest
Far
We lurk in the dark
To seek the light of bravado
And though I know it's there
It's going to tear
Apart the world
We ignore
Due to our own despair
Macro in mind
Micro is divine
And now you can see
The sky
Will fall to spring up again
Still halls, empty save for an amen
Belief does not mean to think
But what you've got is more than a link
To what you think you know
As above, so bel-ow
Kick
The cat
With a prayer to the rat
That chases after tattered dreams
And though it seems to me
No one can see
The importance of patience
Comes before being meek
Morals in mind
Fate is not divine
Many fail to be among
The wise
They'll rise
To claim
Nothing unslain
By the new pains
And the old games
We stopped to pursue
Different aims
Belief does not mean to think
But what you've got is more than a link
To what you think you know
As above, so below
Featuring Roshambo guitarist Raymond
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