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| Song title | |||
| "By the Ravenous Tree" | |||
| Original Upload Date | |||
| March 22, 2025 | |||
| Singer | |||
| Meaty-chan David K. (chorus) | |||
| Producer(s) | |||
PizzaLynne (music, lyrics, illustration, video)
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| Views | |||
| 40+ | |||
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Description
"A short wholesome song about Meaty-chan picking up gardening as her new hobby. |
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Lyrics[]
Down by the holler where the damp winds wail,
There grew a lone bush trembling and pale.
Its veins laid withered, its roots ran deep,
As one girl took pity while her town did sleep.
She brought it marrow and she brought it bone,
Buried beneath where no moonlight shone.
And every night when the cold earth sighed,
The bush reached taller, its skin now healthy dyed.
Go run far away! Oh wait, ye can't ...
Its ravenous roots will rise and steal a slurp, but in the end,
Go run for a thousand miles withal!
No matter where your small feet will step it's always listening, well, give it your all!
The butcher’s old dog was the first to go,
Its paws were tugged through the gaps below.
Then went the cow herds, birds from the sky,
Made the veins pulse thick and shriveling friends sucked dry.
The mayor came and cried, “It must be burned!”
But flames were smothered as the ground churned.
Its flesh was glistening in boiling rot,
And a girl was dancing in the same old spot.
Go run far away! Oh wait, ye can't ...
Its ravenous roots will rise and steal a slurp, but in the end,
Go run for a thousand miles withal!
No matter where your small feet will step it's always listening, waiting for your fall!
The town lies quiet where the damp winds wail,
No bulbous brains left to tell the tale.
And if ye wander, down through that glade,
You will hear faint murmurs of the ones it ate.
The church bells tolled, the fog turned red,
The air laid thick with squelching dread.
One by one, they slumped down like wheat,
Harvested fresh for my tree to eat.
Go run far away! Oh wait, ye can't ...
Its ravenous roots will rise and steal a slurp, but in the end,
Go run for a thousand miles withal!
No matter where your small feet will step it's always listening, heeding for my call!