This is a song that came upon me one night as the news it had been telling me 'bout one more and one more fight.
And I sighed but then I thought about my friends, and I wrote this declaration just in case they were all dead.
The Bards are simply a team of individuals with a uniting factor: Music. They play music better than any other band on Earth, using new technology to make sounds that few have ever heard.
But what really sets them apart from other bands is the fact that they're also super-heroes. The catch? They all weaponize their music.
Our guns, we shot them in the things we said, and we don't need no bullets cos we rely on some words instead.
Kill someone in argument, outwit them with our brains, and we'd kill ourselves laughing at the funny things we'd say.
Their leader, and the band's frontal, Rhythm, uses a special sonic blaster that fires waves of energy that he can manipulate through sound. The band travels all around the world, playing gigs and righting wrongs.
Some use magic, some technology, and some simply sing while they kick the crap out of people.
And bombs, we had them saved for special times, when the crew would call a shakedown.
We break down a party landmine.
And missiles, they were the roadtrips that we'd launch, t-t-tripping 'cross this island.
Starting missions at the break of dawn, yawn and smile, say 'what direction shall we take?'
'Somewhere where it's warm and wet.' This'd be the route we'd always take.
Our weapons were our instruments, made from timber and steel.
We never yielded to conformity, but stood like kings
In a chariot that's riding on a record wheel. (x3)
Much controversy has surrounded the band, as they're primarily metahuman and mutant in composition, and are one of the few hero groups to have public identities.
The band is currently looking for a guitarist, drummer, and bassist. The only prerequisites are a talent for music and some kind of related ability.
And our airforce flying
When the frisbee in the sky
Have a session while we're smoking
Now we're feeling extra high
And we'd sneak into a carpark
With the skaties on our back
And we're flying down the levels howling
'on the attack now on the attack'
And battles
They happened in these dancehalls
See we'd rather fight with music
Choosing when the rhythm warms
Battle at these shakedowns
And we battle at these gigs
We do battle in our bedrooms
Made some sweet love to the beat
Then our allies grew
Wherever we would roam
See whenever we're together
Any stranger feel at home
In a way we are an army
But this army not destruct
No instead we're doing simple things
Good loving find it run amuck
This be a declaration
Written about my friends
It's engraved into this song
So they know I'm not forgetting them
See maybe if the world contained
More people like these
Then the news would not be telling me
About all that warfare endlessly and
Our weapons were our instruments
Made from timber and steel
We never yielded to conformity
But stood like kings
In a chariot that's riding on
A record wheel
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