Dan Bull - Ol' Dirty Bastion lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - Ol' Dirty Bastion lyrics]
A little tweety bird called Ganymede
Was foraging deep within the forest
Picking pieces of debris
Like he's a teeny florist
'Til he disturbed a sleeping behemoth
Or is it "be hemoth"?
Well, neither of them speak so
I suppose it doesn't mean a lot
Suddenly heard a woodpecker that was
Beating off some bark from a tree so
It started releasing shots
Even bots can suffer flashbacks if
They've been through lots
Yeah, the treetops rattle as
The shrapnel sears hot
Shattering the peace amid this
Previously calm glade
Mother Nature shaken by creations
That are man made
But B hates to reshape the landscape
Bastion is a different breed of radical
Translated
It loves animals, it's one of the fanbase
And now it wants to travel through
The canyons and grand lakes
Sightseeing, assigning bleeps to flowers
And plant names
But still inclined to leave you
Flat as a pancake
A battering ram breaking fortification
Smacking your damn base in
Four different places
Four-twenty blaze it, loves trees
Never eats animals
Not because it's vegan but
Because it is mechanical
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
Bastion, the compassionate contraption
Who speaks in bloops and bleeps, interacting
Sweetly with a tweetie-pie
No closed captions
It's dope flows are oh-so relaxing
But when the flashbacks crash
Into it's memory
Then blasting at bastards is the remedy
Essentially a sentry that was sent
To be the centrepiece
Of an attempt to beat the enemy
Now it's a gentle beast
Content to be just left in peace
For at least a century no action films
Bastion will select a documentary
Metallic David Attenborough
Cannon aiming at you buggers
Has to lug a massive hunk of
Metal on his back and suffer
Like Michael Jackson changing to a
Fighter and a lover
Can be simultaneously one thing and another
Config, recon, reconfigure
However big you be, it's at least one bigger
A leviathan that likes avoiding
Violence if it can
Rewinding all the wiring put in
By the mind of man
An automaton or an autonomous phenomenon
It's on and off like a Walter
White costume at a Comic-Con
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
Was foraging deep within the forest
Picking pieces of debris
Like he's a teeny florist
'Til he disturbed a sleeping behemoth
Or is it "be hemoth"?
Well, neither of them speak so
I suppose it doesn't mean a lot
Suddenly heard a woodpecker that was
Beating off some bark from a tree so
It started releasing shots
Even bots can suffer flashbacks if
They've been through lots
Yeah, the treetops rattle as
The shrapnel sears hot
Shattering the peace amid this
Previously calm glade
Mother Nature shaken by creations
That are man made
But B hates to reshape the landscape
Bastion is a different breed of radical
Translated
It loves animals, it's one of the fanbase
And now it wants to travel through
The canyons and grand lakes
Sightseeing, assigning bleeps to flowers
And plant names
But still inclined to leave you
Flat as a pancake
A battering ram breaking fortification
Smacking your damn base in
Four different places
Four-twenty blaze it, loves trees
Never eats animals
Not because it's vegan but
Because it is mechanical
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
Bastion, the compassionate contraption
Who speaks in bloops and bleeps, interacting
Sweetly with a tweetie-pie
No closed captions
It's dope flows are oh-so relaxing
But when the flashbacks crash
Into it's memory
Then blasting at bastards is the remedy
Essentially a sentry that was sent
To be the centrepiece
Of an attempt to beat the enemy
Now it's a gentle beast
Content to be just left in peace
For at least a century no action films
Bastion will select a documentary
Metallic David Attenborough
Cannon aiming at you buggers
Has to lug a massive hunk of
Metal on his back and suffer
Like Michael Jackson changing to a
Fighter and a lover
Can be simultaneously one thing and another
Config, recon, reconfigure
However big you be, it's at least one bigger
A leviathan that likes avoiding
Violence if it can
Rewinding all the wiring put in
By the mind of man
An automaton or an autonomous phenomenon
It's on and off like a Walter
White costume at a Comic-Con
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
It's Bastion, it's Bastion
Blasting baskets of bullets at factions
The turret looks back and in fashion