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letra de the prophecy - seiriol davies

[keith and band]
stupid-looking crying child!

[henry]
sob

[keith and band]
stupid-looking crying child

[henry]
sniff

[keith and band]
stop crying

[henry]
sniff sob

[keith and band]
stop crying!

[henry]
wail!

[keith and band]
okay, multitask
and listen
henry cyril
we are the ghosts of prophecy
prophecy!
henry cyril, hail to thee!
the marquis of anglesey thou shalt be
hereafter!

[henry]
obviously
i mean it’s hereditary

[keith]
is it?

[keith and band]
you are born with expectations great
way more than your asshat classmates
way more!
flippin’ cor
blimey one day they’ll regret it [gasp!]

no presh, but we expect
very big things from you
no presh
huge
no presh
huge
no presh
absolutely
enormous
yes!
huge things, huge things
i mean seriously
huge things, huge things / no presh, no presh, no presh
i mean seriously / no presh, no presh, no presh

[henry, keith and band]
can you be a bit more specific? (huge things, huge things) (no presh, no presh, no presh)
you’re not being very specific (i mean seriously) (no presh, no presh, no presh)
i would like you to be a bit more (huge things, huge things) (no presh, no presh, no presh)
specific in this song that you’re sing- ah! (i mean serious pressure!) (no presh, no presh, no presh, no pressure!)

[keith and band]
anyway.
hope that helps.
end of prophecy, bye bye!
oooh!

[henry, spoken]
so, was there some actual advice?

[band, spoken]
oh.

[keith, spoken]
right.

[band, spoken]
oh, i know this one… be yourself!
[henry, spoken]
be myself?

[keith, spoken]
be yourself!

[henry, spoken]
be myself?

[band, spoken]
be yourself!

[keith, spoken]
be it.

[henry, spoken]
be… my… self –

[keith and band]
whatcha wanna be, now do it!
just be yourself, get to it
now!

[henry, spoken]
look at that b-tterfly…

[keith and band, spoken]
yeah!

[henry, spoken]
i will wear…

[keith and band, spoken]
yeah?

[henry, spoken]
lovely, lovely dresses!

[keith and band, spoken]
yeah! what?

[henry, spoken]
mhm.

[band, spoken]
whatever!

[henry, spoken]
lovely dresses!

[keith, spoken]
yeah!

[keith and band, spoken]
good luck with that! [ghost high-five]
ghosts!

[keith, spoken]
and the ghosts gazed upon young henery, and they saw that their prophecy had clearly found purchase in the young boy’s mind, for he had changed out of his drab eton school college for posh boys of the gentry smock and velvet striding-johns and was now being himself in a very spangly dress. and the dress was silvery-bluey, and it was sequins, and it shone like the very actual moon itself. and the dress was called…

[henry]
hope?

[henry, keith and band]
be yourself

- seiriol davies

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