About
Wake-up Call was originally not written but rather improvised, first at Eurofurence 9, and subsequently at Eurofurence 10, by me and Lions_. After EF10, Zefiro sent me an email, asking me to do a recording of the song. Of course, I was game. I rewrote the song and added a lot of verses, making the song a good deal more violent than the original Wake-up Call.
In this recording, I'm actually playing the guitar as well as singing. I'm not a guitar player. It took me a lot of takes. :)
Release date: Oct 2, 2004
Lyrics
Good morning, good morning good morning
This is your wake-up call
You're really late
If you won't get up on the double
Then, you are in serious trouble
Don't you care about your clothes,
forget your breakfast, point your nose
Towards your work, it's time you rose
Wake Up!
You're hurtling, you're sprinting, you're running
You missed your wake-up call
You're really late
Of course, there's no chance you will make it
And you cannot possibly fake it
Feel the panic rising fast
The point of no return has passed
Run for your life, the die is cast
Run on!
You're tripping, you're stumbling, you're falling
Despite your wake-up call
You're really late
You failed to detect that the ground here
Is no longer staying around here
As you flail for quick support
but there's no help of any sort
Your life is looking pretty short
You scream!
You're aching, you're suff'ring, you're hurting
You curse your wake-up call
You're really late
Your leg seems to bend in the wrong way
And back to the street, it's a long way
But just wait, here is a track
A pair of lights come from the black
A subway train on the attack
Oh dear!
You're shrieking, you're yelling, you're screaming
You damn your wake-up call
You're really late
You're stuck on the front of the train now
And there is no limit to pain now
As the train comes to a stop
You tumble on, into a shop
The sign says "Razorblades" on top
Quite ouch!
You're crawling, you're scrabbling, you're creeping
Despite your wake-up call
You're really late
You've left all your skin far behind now
There's just one more thing on your mind now
As you crawl to work in vain
A piano hits you on the brain
And then the missiles start to rain
Oh damn!
You're trembling, you're spasming, you're twitching
Who cares 'bout wake-up calls
or being late?
Arriving at work, half expired
You hear from your boss "You're fired"
He kicks you out the window, frank
You hit a truck, break every plank
And land in one piranha tank
Oh well, I guess it's just one of those days, really...
Goodmorning, Goodmorning, Goodmorning
This is your wake-up call
You're really late
You just missed the paradise ride, dude
So you go to the other side, dude
Bid your hopes and dreams farewell
But there's a comfort still to tell
There is no wake-up call in hell
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