The Laundry Mountain: Epic Chores Opera
Estilo
Rock Opera, Chores, Epic
Licença e direitos
Situação pública da licença desta faixa.
Uso comercial
Permitido
Distribuição
Permitido
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Proibido
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Letra
[Intro]
Behold the ridge where Sunday linens rise!
A cotton range beneath indifferent skies!
[Verse 1]
The hamper groans, the bedroom door swings wide,
A woolen avalanche is spilling from inside.
One sock is missing, one has lost its twin;
I plant my laundry basket, and the climb begins!
[Pre-Chorus]
O detergent, lend me courage!
O softener, guide my hand!
I face the towering T-shirts
And reclaim this Sunday land!
[Chorus]
Up the laundry mountain, onward through the sheets!
I shall find the sock that vanished in the heat!
Fold the towels like banners, stack the jeans with pride!
By the power of the hamper, I will reach the other side!
[Verse 2]
A pair of pants lies draped across the chair,
A tiny lint beast guards the underwear.
I match two socks—one blue, one almost gray—
The choir sings, “Close enough! We ride today!”
[Pre-Chorus]
O basket, bear my burden!
O dryer, heed my call!
The summit’s just above us—
And the fitted sheet is the wall!
[Chorus]
Up the laundry mountain, onward through the sheets!
I shall find the sock that vanished in the heat!
Fold the towels like banners, stack the jeans with pride!
By the power of the hamper, I will reach the other side!
[Bridge]
[Choir]
Where is the left one? Where is the right?
Lost in the wash, beyond our sight!
[Lead]
I found it—beneath the bathrobe! The legend was true!
[Choir]
The legendary sock has returned to the shoe!
[Final Chorus]
Atop the laundry mountain, Sunday’s battle’s won!
The shirts are folded neatly, the towels are done!
But one lone sock remains, still wandering wide—
I crown it king of laundry, and let it choose its side!
[Outro]
The hamper stands empty. The quest is complete.
Till next Sunday’s mountain rises at my feet!