Violet Tendencies

This is a song about a whale. NO. This is a song about being Eridan.

An Eridan Ampora fansong. I recorded this with a sore throat so maybe i’m nuts for posting it, but I sorta liked the outcome even if it isn’t perfect. :)

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I am a prince and I live in a ship and I aim my rifle and I shoot from the hip  and I have a friend I pity quite a bit  she said “grab your gun let’s have some fun, share with me your perigees  I have responsibilities, I cannot run!”

“I do not wish the death of any living thing, I might be a killer but one day I shall be queen and put an end to slaughter, but until then I’m keen on staking claim to land and sea and everyfin between.”

I played a game with eleven fools who told me not to break the rules  but when have angels ever helped me yet?  and magic isn’t real and anyway it doesn’t matter  cause no matter what I conjure it could not help be me deflect

the angry death of every hopeful thought  that I might be a lover or a fighter that I’m not  in someones spider web or net I could be caught  but I’m too bitter, better off alone, guess I forgot

So what? Do you want me to say sorry?  should I apologize, when you ignore me?  I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely  or to be hatched into an ugly story

I am a prince and I had a pair of princesses in two sharp squares  but then I guess I bored them both to death  And now I think my calling is to break apart and fall to pieces  better yet invent a brand new method of ascension

I’m impressed, you’ve managed to survive  but rest assured we’d all be better off dead than alive  cause when they get a-hold of us we’ll all be batter fried  and I’m surprised that nobody’s considered switching sides

So here I am, respectfully and royally destroying  any chance of getting back on your good gills  And I don’t want to be hurtful but if yellows the new purple  well then bleeding’s the new breathing, don’t you think I will!

I used to wish the death of every living thing  I might be your killer but you’d never be my queen  so put away your laughter, pack up your hopes and dreams  I’m done with black back-handing and red pandering, it seems

That I am just pathetic, I won’t be overlooked  I’m past the point of fishing to get back upon your hook  I’ve made a manifesto, I’ve been bested by a crook, but never more!  I’m planning on reclaiming what he took…

So what? do you want me to say sorry?  should I apologize, when you ignore me?  I didn’t ask to be right or to be lonely  or to be hatched into an ugly story  to be hatched into an ugly story

Oh my, this pantomime is getting gory

I am a prince and I live in a ship  I am a prince and I live in a ship

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