OC ReMix #1277: Earthworm Jim 2 'Invertebrate Retreat' [Lorenzo's Soil] by Danny Baranowsky/Vig/zykO





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• Game: Earthworm Jim 2 (Playmates, 1995, GEN)
• ReMixer(s): Danny Baranowsky, Vig, zykO
• Composer(s): Tommy Tallarico
• Song(s): 'Lorenzo's Soil'
• Posted: 2004-11-30, evaluated by the judges

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danny B:

One more time, I find myself
Up to my neck, buried in silt.
Too many times, the world requests
that I relieve them all from distress.

Doesn't anybody see my corporeal state?
I've got no reason, to save anybody but me
Once again. Here I am.
I don't give a damn. My strength's all I am.

And now that hell is at its worst,
I've got no choice left but leaving your dead corpse.
No kind of weapon, no kind of plea,
not even substance abuse can bother me.

Suppose that I did it, imagine my feat.
Victory reached, but still evil replete.
And I would be anything but discrete -
My invertebrate retreat.


My invertebrate retreat repeats until it's murderous.
My raptastic, elastic journey into wordiness
is ferverous, but I can't bear to say a word of this
or my surliness will be hurtin' a lack of finesse.
I confess, I've been susceptible to duress.
I contest, I have long bested the fuckin' rest,
but I'm still chest-deep in a test,
and in that sense, I've willed myself into cardiac arrest.

The fate that's been given me - I abhor.
The faith that's long lost now grows in your very core.
So consider me a forlorn form of apocalypse,
and in defense I'll bury every single metropolis.
With anonymous heroics, the world's no longer operant.
Bitch, there ain't no stoppin' this like I'm a form of Optimus Prime,
it's time I lit the bomb and started droppin' this.
Crash course in taxonomics on your false promises.

danny B:

And now I'm gone and forgotten,
Everything inside me pushes me to realize.
I never was anything but a slave to circumstance and bad fortune,
It's time to decide.

Return to forbearance?

A cycle complete.

Your invertebrate retreat.

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