Respawn Entertainment: Days of Glory

Chapter 637 Metal Lullaby

Most domestic music fans who didn’t pay attention to the meaning of the lyrics or couldn’t understand them just thought it was very exciting and howled excitedly along with the rhythm, but when foreigners heard the last “neverland” they screamed from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, who doesn’t want to live in a fantasy world like Peter Pan?

Matzka's manager suddenly realized what was going on when he heard this: "Oh! This is a lullaby?"

Coldplay's manager beside him also laughed and said: "This is a bedtime story written by a rock father for his son. I think it will be a hit if it is spread back to Europe! It is hard to imagine that such a theme can be written into a metal work. Can you imagine what it would be like if you play this song for your baby to sleep one day?"

MATZKA's agent also agreed very much. He even wanted to wait until the song was released and then use his 4-year-old son to do a test: "If the little guy gets more excited because of this song, what should we do?"

After the chorus, the interlude is not as long as you might think. It is played almost identically to a certain part of the prelude, followed by a solo with a wah sound, and the song enters the second verse:
"Something's wrong, shut the light, heavy thoughts tonight, and they aren't of snow white, dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon's fire, and of things that will bite..."

(Something is wrong, turn off the lights. I feel so heavy tonight. There is no fairy tale in my dream. I dream of war, many liars, fire-breathing dragons, and monsters that bite people...)
The direction of the main song has not changed much, but the lyrics seem to be threatening children who don't want to go to sleep.

There is no change in the lyrics and music of the pre-chorus and chorus until the arrival of the second interlude.

At the moment when Phimos finished singing, Bob stopped what he was doing, stepped on the pedal and walked forward to the side of the feedback speaker. He put his right foot on it and placed the butt of the electric guitar on his thigh to straighten the sound of the guitar.

After waiting for a section of the interlude to end, a solo with wah sound was still played above the scene!
If the lead singer is the strongest face of a band, then the lead guitarist is undoubtedly the strongest person behind that door.

Some music fans are indifferent to lead singers, but they love lead guitarists to the point of madness, like Slash, the lead guitarist of Guns N' Roses!

There is a joke on Earth that says that the folk artist Slash, who used to be a pipa player in the Wire and Screw Folk Art Choir, has created elegant songs that are popular among the general public, such as "Dong Kuai", "Nai Chui", "My Sweet Girl", "Welcome into the Forest", "Cold Rainy Night in November" and so on.

As an extreme Taoist supporter, Slash once had many verbal and physical fights with the Buddhist group Nirvana to correct the bad social trends.

The fact that lead singer Axl Rose is not mentioned in this paragraph shows the incomparable status of Slash among Chinese music fans. Especially in the MV of "November Rain", the ceiling-high pressure, I guess that should be the lifelong dream of every lead guitarist.

Although Bob at this moment does not have as strong a visual impact as Slash, with the bonus of this solo that is a must for rock singers, he instantly becomes the focus of the whole audience.

Last time, also on the Rolling Stones stage of Rolling Stone Music, Bob also pretended to be serious during the ending part of "Fade To Black".

Since then, he has had more and more fans in the Chinese rock music circle. It can be said that many new fans who got to know Hatter came just for Bob!

Seeing him perform another big move, the fans instinctively jumped harder. The ups and downs of his figure made Bian Lang below unable to hold back. Holding Dayong behind him, the two of them led the dance facing the fans.

Bob's eyes caught sight of Bian Lang also having a good time in the audience, and the fire in his heart burned even more fiercely. His left hand fluttered up and down on the fretboard like a butterfly, bringing each solo higher and higher to everyone in the audience.

Zhuanzi stared blankly at Bob on the stage, and first thought to himself: "I really have to admire the foreigner's skills!" But then he thought again: "That's not right, the lyrics and arrangement of this music are all by Bian Lang, so Bian Lang is still better!"

At this moment, he felt that the gap between Eastern and Western rock music, which had existed for many years, could be narrowed infinitely by Bian Lang alone.

As for the foreign musicians in the audience, their surprise was no less than that of the rafters at the moment. Although the gap between Eastern and Western rock music is not as big as the actual difference in the years of birth, the gap is indisputable. There is no contemptuous mentality, it is just a recognition of a fact.

It feels like some of China's sports have no suspense over any other country.

It's not just the practitioners who are crushed, but a general difference in the industry and society's cognition. Just like if you go to Woodstock abroad, it may be a very normal way of leisure among young people.

If you go to a music festival in China, you may be called crazy by people who don’t understand you.

So it is hard for them to imagine that such high-quality metal works can be continuously created by a Chinese musician.

Chris looked at Phimos who was already performing with the drummer on the stage, and said to the brothers around him: "I used to think that "Yellow" might be a work of Wave's sudden inspiration, but now it seems that he may have another world in his mind!"

Although he had guessed the standard answer, he himself did not believe it, so he might as well regard it as a hymn dedicated to Bian Lang.

Bob's high-energy string tapping stimulated the adrenaline of everyone present to the maximum. Many people clenched their teeth and squinted their eyes while listening. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but they didn't want this feeling to pass quickly.

After a moment's hesitation, Bob put down his right leg that was on the encore speakers, turned around gracefully and walked towards his original position. As the solo sound seemed to be fading away, all other instruments stopped playing, as if giving him one last independent stage!

Then the cannon-like drum sound began to boom the whole venue again. With the eight-digit equipment amplification at the Rolling Stones' live show, each drum beat was more than just a rhythm. It was like a spell that connected to the human heart, and each single note seemed to be giving the body an irresistible command.

Although they were not mentally prepared for what would happen later, the fans had no choice but to obey the commands of this spell!

Just when the atmosphere was about to burst, a low voice came out vaguely from the stage.

The fans who were attracted by the sound focused their attention and found that Phimos had taken the microphone off the stand at some point.

He knelt on the ground, holding the microphone, as if he was performing some kind of ritual, and whispered in a devilish voice from hell:

"Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the lord my soul to keep, if I die before I wake, pray the lord my soul to take..."

(Now I am going to sleep, I hope God can give my soul peace, if I don't wake up, I just hope the devil won't take my soul!)
Every time he recited a sentence, there was a lighter child's voice in the background, like a pious high priest leading his followers in prayer. However, there was only one believer, and he was a child.

This section was a sample that had been recorded before, and Bian Lang asked Tan Xiao to help record it. When her father heard this song, he almost wanted to give up the plan of forming a Mongolian band and wanted to follow Bian Lang to play heavy metal.

However, I finally held back. After all, in a sense, "Ode to the River Tess" is not inferior to this one. Moreover, the presentation of the music is something that Western rock bands cannot understand and use perfectly.

Although the child's chanting is very soft and may even be ignored if one is not paying attention, it is this faint chanting that sets off the nightmare atmosphere of this bridge-like connecting paragraph.

The next song to be sung was the classic lullaby "Hush little baby" adapted into a metal plate version:
"hush little baby, don''t say a word, and never mind that noise you heard, it''s just the beast under your bed, in your closet, in your head..."

(Don't talk, kid. No matter what you hear, don't look back. There's a monster under your bed, in your closet, or in your head.)
The moment this dark lullaby that replaced the pre-chorus was sung, 99% of the foreigners at the scene had an expression of disbelief on their faces. Although they had basically figured out from the previous lyrics that this was a metal lullaby, whether it was the reference to Neverland or this adaptation of "Hush little baby", they admired it from the bottom of their hearts!
Because this represents that Bian Lang's English song creation is not just an explicit expression of musical form. His understanding and attainments of English songs should have reached a level of cultural identity.

Otherwise, it doesn’t make sense why these elements would appear in the lyrics?

Neverland is fine, after all, the novel Peter Pan has become a classic bestseller all over the world. But "Hush little baby", a lullaby originating from the United States, is something that Bian Lang, who isn't even a father yet, probably wouldn't be familiar with.

In fact, when Bian Lang first heard this song on the original Earth, he didn't even know what Neverland and the Sandman in the song title, which stands for the sleeping fairy, were, let alone that this part was adapted from a lullaby.

Later, after becoming a mother, Shi Lu sang a cappella of "Hush little baby" during a break in rehearsing the song with him, and told Bian Lang the story of Sandman.

Sandman is an imaginary fairy who sprinkles sand on children's eyelids every night to make them fall asleep as soon as possible. If children ask their parents how they fell asleep, parents often explain that it was Sandman's help. The image of Sandman is mostly depicted as a kind old man carrying a bag filled with sand. But in the song "Enter Sandman", Sandman is described as a nightmare!
But none of this matters. What matters is that the appearance of this song will further consolidate the status of English songs written by Bian Lang in the hearts of Western music fans. Metal lullaby, just hearing this title will make many music fans crazy.

After all, in practice, those rock fans who are parents abroad are much more open-minded than parents in China!

In fact, the reaction at the scene proved this point. After this adaptation, a group of foreign rockers, including Chris, sang along with Phimos on the stage with their strong musical sense:

"Exit light, enter night, grain of sand...exit light, enter night, take my hand, we're off to never never land..."

After the last ending note, Phimos, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to want to empty all the air in his chest. Amid the shrill screams created by the two guitarists using the cranks, he gradually calmed the atmosphere of the song with one or two howls.

The drummer, who was surrounded by the drum shield, dropped the pair of drumsticks in his hands and jumped up excitedly on the seat! There was no other way. The sudden interruption of the performance completely made him lose the outlet for his emotions. If he didn't do something extraordinary, he was afraid that he would become depressed.

Seeing this basically announced the end of the song, the fans in the audience were a little confused after the climax:
"No outro? That's impossible?"

"I think this song is from the same genre as "Fade To Black". How could it not have an outro?"

"This is unscientific! How can there be a thrash metal song that is less than 5 minutes long?"

Not only were the fans confused, but the rock musicians who didn't know the inside story and hadn't seen the rehearsal were also very puzzled: "No, this is not like Bian Lang's style. No matter what, he can't write such a sloppy ending..."

It’s not that this kind of ending is not good, it’s just that it’s too unreasonable for this song!

Because no matter the main riff or the drum rhythm, there is still a lack of a paragraph that echoes it to form a perfect closed loop. If it were someone else, they might think: "What a pity, it would be great if there was another paragraph!"

But when it comes to Bian Lang, these professionals are all wondering if this guy Bian Lang is playing some trick of keeping something back, waiting for the studio version to be released, and then using it as a hook or a surprise.

Just when the fans were about to give up and start planning to shout "Encore", something changed on the stage again.

The drummer who had been jumping around for a long time returned to his position. He turned his head to the side and pressed the sharpener of his earphone. At this moment, he heard the voice of the on-site director coming from inside: "Everything is ready on the pyrotechnics side. I'm waiting for your signal!"

Di Li raised his head and looked towards the backstage. When he saw a staff member waving at him, he nodded to the staff member and pointed in the direction of the drummer.

The staff member nodded in understanding, then picked up the intercom and confirmed with the pyrotechnician, "Based on the drum sound!"

Although the pyrotechnician answered "OK!", he knew that for the best effect, the fireworks and drums on the stage would sound at the same time. However, there would be a delay in both electronic fuses and sound transmission. Based on his experience, to achieve relative synchronization, he could only judge by watching the lead singer's movements.

Holding the remote control and changing the angle, he came to the side of the stage and looked at Filmos on the stage.

At this time, Di Li was whispering something in his ear, and the confused fans in the audience were waiting quietly for the time being.

Having said so much, in fact, this process only took a few seconds. After returning to his original position, Feimos returned to the microphone stand, pointed his palms at his chest, and said to the microphone in a questioning tone: "Oh, yeah?"

"What the hell is this?" This sentence appeared in the minds of most music fans.

But there were also a few fans who reacted and said, “Oh, yeah!”

But there were too few people, so Phimos could only put his hands next to his ears and clench them into a tube shape, which meant that he couldn't hear clearly!
Then he asked again: "Oh, yeah?"

This time, more fans reacted, and the responses were much louder than before!
Faced with this highly uncertain way of interaction, the pyrotechnician with his finger on the remote control button wanted to curse, because it was difficult for him to judge after which number of times Femos would blow the horn for another charge.

However, based on the mental assumption that three times the limit, he still watched every move of Phimos carefully.

Sure enough, this time the fans’ response still failed to satisfy Filmos.

He shook his fingers in annoyance, turned half a circle on the spot, pointed his fingers at Bian Lang who was watching the show with his arms folded, and asked again in a loud voice that was several volumes higher: "Oh, yeah?"

As he asked, Bian Lang's image was transferred to the large screens on both sides.

Faced with this situation, the fans used up their remaining energy to give a final, deafening roar: "Oh, yeah!"

While the nervous pyrotechnician was still hesitating whether to press the button, he noticed that Phimos turned around and looked at the drummer.

Before the drummer even raised his drumsticks, he pressed the button on the remote control without hesitation!

The fireworks at the front of the stage exploded perfectly to the rhythm of the first snare drum, and then the low-altitude fireworks behind the stage also bloomed one after another.

Amid the "bang bang bang" sounds of "gunfire", the finale that everyone had been looking forward to arrived as promised.

It did not disappoint all the fans. The two guitars played the same riff as the prelude, making the cannon-like drum beats the protagonist.

The addition of a large number of broken sounds on weak beats, coupled with a new interlude, once again lifted the atmosphere of the scene.

And Phimos unexpectedly did something stupid again. When no one expected it, he flew off the stage with the microphone in his hand.

His target was certainly not the crowd of music fans a few meters away, but Bian Lang who was watching the stage. From the moment he jumped down with the microphone in hand, Bian Lang probably guessed what he was going to do.

While running towards his landing point, Bian Lang took a deep breath, and at the same time, he listened to the music on the stage and beat the rhythm in his heart.

Just as the microphone of Feimos was handed to his mouth as expected, Bian Lang pressed his breath to the bottom of his vocal cords and kept rubbing and vibrating them, making a low roar similar to the feeling of Huimei.

Then, after the drums played a small interlude again, Bian Lang's grainy voice conveyed the last sentence of the song from the mouth of the "devil" to the audience: "take my hand...we're off to never never land..."

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hands that were pushing towards him in the front row.

From the fanatical eyes of the fans, one could feel that they were like a group of drowning mortals waiting for him, the "God", to save them.

Or rather, she was willing to be dragged into another vortex of reincarnation by this "devil"...

(End of this chapter)