LYRICS: THE MONSTER’S LAMENT: Shunned. Forgotten. Beaten. Rotten. Stitched. Sodden. Weakened. Trodden. Lost. Alone. Demented. Disowned. Sentenced. Sewn. Disallowed to atone. Only the blind will forgive me. Wretch that I am, I’ll outlive thee. Love. Passion. Contentment. Attachment. Conceit. Camaraderie. Comfort in who we are to be. Hundreds of things took for granted. More than a right, they’re expected. Dead. Tales. Why I? Monster fables. Resentment. Fear. Purpose. Anguish. Company. Man. Think. Smile again. Judas fell to the darkness of Hell. He hurt, regretted in his eternity cell. But at least he saw not what he reckoned nor heard the cries of the damned he had beckoned. Victor, I’ve heard sits alive and superb. Cheering. Smiling. Not just living, but whiling while his creature of ire is disregarded. But there’s no tomb on this Earth capably guarded. Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here? A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear. What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man? I don’t think I’ll ever smile again. I will learn. (The life which I studied could never have loved me.) I will fight. (He can’t ignore that which he left sick and bloodied.) And as I yearn. (The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous.) I’ll be right. (The thing you fear most is your own baseness.) And so I’ll murder, defile, all else that is vile, lay waste to all he loves and then set light to the pile if that fool doesn’t do as I command him. Just one wish is all he’s holding me ransom. If a man can play God; create life where there’s naught, just to steal away to comfort while ignoring what’s wrought then it stands to reason he should pay penance. I’ll be thrilled to hand down his final sentence. He’s just a quack, clambering absently, barely past the clasps of insanity, underhandedly handling bias, waxing elegiac about anomie. So if that charlatanic blasphemy will not transmute another lass for me, as if this charade he calls ‘Science’ is any more than bastardized alchemy, there’ll be no suitable weapon he could brandish. Land, sea and ice, I will ravage. Shunned. Forgotten. Beaten. Rotten. Stitched. Sodden. Obscenely begotten. Not even God’s light will reach you. Yet, wretch that I am, I beseech you. Chair underfoot, don’t you tempt me. You’ll find the weight of life awfully heavy. INTRO IV A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein! Oh, settle down, settle down. I know, Frankenstein’s the scientist. Oh… me? No, no, no, no. Don’t be absurd. I’ve no tales to tell nor songs to sing. Well… not of my own. So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine? My name… remains unimportant. But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace.’ AN ELEGY FOR ONE RODERICK USHER, OR ‘THE HAUNTED PALACE’ I staggered, as it were, ‘pon yon shambled, pallid house, not in gait, but in the soul. So desolate can an image of once proud distinction be when interned beneath time’s sacramentary toll. Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he; a friend at once alive and stone-cold dead. A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing and at last - and for the first - I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal, intensely conscious dread. He said: “In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace - Radiant palace - reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion - It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.” Madeline. O, poor Madeline. Such an anguished visage worn; a depression deeply soaked and yet so fresh. Ever will the memory of the pair of kin forlorn stake its claim upon my being; on my flesh. My pal and I, we mused, we dined. We spoke and laughed - or at least we tried, but we all know now, time’s never been our friend. Merely days passed us by. Madeline passed. Roderick cried. Thinking back, it must be then the name of ‘Usher’ met its end. “Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This - all this - was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically To a lute’s well-tunéd law, Round about a throne, where sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.” Encoffined; lain entombed ‘neath the mansion she once knew, Lady Madeline seemed naught but full of life. Such, I’ve heard is the irony of the cataleptic’s rue: a corpse that conceals the living’s strife. But I admit, from that night forward, comfort seldom graced my heart, till one dark night had wrung my senses warped and wry. In my folly, I’d thought a story could act to soothe my hysteric friend and I. Even then, I knew it futile, but I’d be damned if I could not at least try. “And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.” And Ethelred, drunkened; full of might sought the hermit and sought to find a fight, and so he wrenched and ripped through the wooden screen with strength befit him. But the champion stood enraged; amazed to find flaring scales and tongue ablaze, and a shield of shining brass, legend enwritten: “Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin; Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;” And as the legend was fulfilled, Ethelred’s ears were at once filled with shriek so horrid and harsh; such piercing din. Bolstered by success, Ethelred gloried in excess, kicked the carcass out path to his new boon. But tarry not did it, and instead, silver floor it hit and let a mighty, ringing screech pervade the room. Now, skeptical am I of things called ‘paranormal.’ Or at least, back then, that was the case. But as the sounds described on page became choral, I saw hysteria painted on his face, looking past my eye, not far beyond me. Just as he screamed, she sought her brother. And not seconds later, they lie, two lifeless bodies, each dead and decayed as the other. I fled, afraid and aghast, and watched a crack begin to tear. None but I can say in truth they bore witness to the fall of the House of Usher. “But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh - but smile no more.” INTERLUDE Well! That’s it for the main event, all! But if you would humor for just a few more moments, we’ve lined up a pair of special guests from across the pond we call ‘genre.’ After all, we’ve never been one to follow the rules, now have we? So please, do stick around just a little bit longer. I promise not to take up too much of your time...
this really hits different after skimming the wikipedia article for the fall of the house of usher in order to understand wth is going on in the second song edit: after the song ended two ravens landed on the roof of the house next to me. i think i summoned them
The monsters lament is the most terrifying piece of music I have ever heard. All the other stories in this album had this undertone of hope. That someday, something may change. But this? This is pure, miserable, torture. The pure anger and sadness of this rubs off on me in a way I cannot describe. Music is how I cope with my thoughts, I use it as a way to reflect and see where I've gone wrong. Your music has helped me so much in my time. I will never know who you are Chonny, but I will know your art as much as I know myself. Thank you Mr.Jash, for your mysterious ways
I adore how almost overwhelming the monsters lament is. There's an almost ferociousness with which everything is described- From the monsters own self lamentations to the sense of inevitability and determination in the final lines. No suitable weapon you could brandish indeed.
I love when Chonny Jash says its jashing time and jashes all over the place. In all seriousness, bangers as usual, Johnny. These originals are great!! Cant wait to see whats next
Alright so for anyone as confused as me when this dropped. The second song is about a short story by Edgar Allen Poe named “The Fall of The House Of Usher” and the Narrator in the story is a good friend of Rodrick’s. Also, he goes unnamed :/ my current theory is that the Host is Edgar Allen Poe himself cus he’s like the king of gothic literature and that’s the theme of the main event
Dang Nickeldoodle really went off with the art this time. Its horrifying. Im sure the Music will be Just as good as well! (Edit: I was right The Music is great!)
Hey, bit late but just wanted to say that AP Lit made us read a book over the summer, and since I liked this song so much (and there were no other Novel Lyric Hunt books on the approved list), I read Frankenstein! I really liked it, and I appreciate the song even more now, so thanks Mr. Jash!
LYRICS IN THIS COMMENT, BELOW These songs are up and available to listen and download on SoundCloud and Bandcamp! (Spotify not far behind) SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/chonny-jash Bandcamp: chonnyjash.bandcamp.com Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2hvntb0GuCXAFKwgc7X0o5?si=KJ1ig6UlTni1KI9fXDTf9A LYRICS: THE MONSTER’S LAMENT: Shunned. Forgotten. Beaten. Rotten. Stitched. Sodden. Weakened. Trodden. Lost. Alone. Demented. Disowned. Sentenced. Sewn. Disallowed to atone. Only the blind will forgive me. Wretch that I am, I’ll outlive thee. Love. Passion. Contentment. Attachment. Conceit. Camaraderie. Comfort in who we are to be. Hundreds of things took for granted. More than a right, they’re expected. Dead. Tales. Why I? Monster fables. Resentment. Fear. Purpose. Anguish. Company. Man. Think. Smile again. Judas fell to the darkness of Hell. He hurt, regretted in his eternity cell. But at least he saw not what he reckoned nor heard the cries of the damned he had beckoned. Victor, I’ve heard sits alive and superb. Cheering. Smiling. Not just living, but whiling while his creature of ire is disregarded. But there’s no tomb on this Earth capably guarded. Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here? A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear. What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man? I don’t think I’ll ever smile again. I will learn. (The life which I studied could never have loved me.) I will fight. (He can’t ignore that which he left sick and bloodied.) And as I yearn. (The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous.) I’ll be right. (The thing you fear most is your own baseness.) And so I’ll murder, defile, all else that is vile, lay waste to all he loves and then set light to the pile if that fool doesn’t do as I command him. Just one wish is all he’s holding me ransom. If a man can play God; create life where there’s naught, just to steal away to comfort while ignoring what’s wrought then it stands to reason he should pay penance. I’ll be thrilled to hand down his final sentence. He’s just a quack, clambering absently, barely past the clasps of insanity, underhandedly handling bias, waxing elegiac about anomie. So if that charlatanic blasphemy will not transmute another lass for me, as if this charade he calls ‘Science’ is any more than bastardized alchemy, there’ll be no suitable weapon he could brandish. Land, sea and ice, I will ravage. Shunned. Forgotten. Beaten. Rotten. Stitched. Sodden. Obscenely begotten. Not even God’s light will reach you. Yet, wretch that I am, I beseech you. Chair underfoot, don’t you tempt me. You’ll find the weight of life awfully heavy. INTRO IV A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein! Oh, settle down, settle down. I know, Frankenstein’s the scientist. Oh… me? No, no, no, no. Don’t be absurd. I’ve no tales to tell nor songs to sing. Well… not of my own. So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine? My name… remains unimportant. But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace.’ AN ELEGY FOR ONE RODERICK USHER, OR ‘THE HAUNTED PALACE’ I staggered, as it were, ‘pon yon shambled, pallid house, not in gait, but in the soul. So desolate can an image of once proud distinction be when interned beneath time’s sacramentary toll. Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he; a friend at once alive and stone-cold dead. A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing and at last - and for the first - I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal, intensely conscious dread. He said: “In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace - Radiant palace - reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion - It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.” Madeline. O, poor Madeline. Such an anguished visage worn; a depression deeply soaked and yet so fresh. Ever will the memory of the pair of kin forlorn stake its claim upon my being; on my flesh. My pal and I, we mused, we dined. We spoke and laughed - or at least we tried, but we all know now, time’s never been our friend. Merely days passed us by. Madeline passed. Roderick cried. Thinking back, it must be then the name of ‘Usher’ met its end. “Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow; (This - all this - was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away. Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically To a lute’s well-tunéd law, Round about a throne, where sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.” Encoffined; lain entombed ‘neath the mansion she once knew, Lady Madeline seemed naught but full of life. Such, I’ve heard is the irony of the cataleptic’s rue: a corpse that conceals the living’s strife. But I admit, from that night forward, comfort seldom graced my heart, till one dark night had wrung my senses warped and wry. In my folly, I’d thought a story could act to soothe my hysteric friend and I. Even then, I knew it futile, but I’d be damned if I could not at least try. “And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.” And Ethelred, drunkened; full of might sought the hermit and sought to find a fight, and so he wrenched and ripped through the wooden screen with strength befit him. But the champion stood enraged; amazed to find flaring scales and tongue ablaze, and a shield of shining brass, legend enwritten: “Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin; Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;” And as the legend was fulfilled, Ethelred’s ears were at once filled with shriek so horrid and harsh; such piercing din. Bolstered by success, Ethelred gloried in excess, kicked the carcass out path to his new boon. But tarry not did it, and instead, silver floor it hit and let a mighty, ringing screech pervade the room. Now, skeptical am I of things called ‘paranormal.’ Or at least, back then, that was the case. But as the sounds described on page became choral, I saw hysteria painted on his face, looking past my eye, not far beyond me. Just as he screamed, she sought her brother. And not seconds later, they lie, two lifeless bodies, each dead and decayed as the other. I fled, afraid and aghast, and watched a crack begin to tear. None but I can say in truth they bore witness to the fall of the House of Usher. “But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed. And travellers now within that valley, Through the red-litten windows, see Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh - but smile no more.” INTERLUDE Well! That’s it for the main event, all! But if you would humor for just a few more moments, we’ve lined up a pair of special guests from across the pond we call ‘genre.’ After all, we’ve never been one to follow the rules, now have we? So please, do stick around just a little bit longer. I promise not to take up too much of your time...
THE INTERLUDE.. . . BANGS ON FLOOR me when i'm normal about chonny jash (lie) anyways fire lyrics fire vocals fire EVERYTHING!!! another w. banger as always mr jash 🙏
i REALLY hope one of the final songs is based on the king in yellow/the yellow sign. still fitting with the horror theme, but eldritch instead of specifically gothic, and we haven't seen the color yellow used in any of the art yet...
GOD fucking same, holy shit that would be awesome as hell especially when you remember that IRL, there was another Gothic novel with a pack of fans rabid and toxic enough to inspire The King In Yellow’s book that drives people insane: Trilby, whose main villain shares some strong similarities to our Narrator, a man who creates music, but even in his own song, doesn’t sing…
Just noticed this now, 1:06 is a chopped up version of 2:28. Sorry if the formating is weird. (dead) (tales) (why) (I) Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here? (monster) (fables) (resentment) (fear) A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear. (purpose) (anguish) What purpose could such anguish (company) (man) serve in company of man? (think) (smile again) I don’t think I’ll ever smile again. Yet another detail that proves my love for both the monster's lament and chonny's style of writing!
@@ronster. Didn’t think of it that way, but that does make sense! I thought it was supposed to represent the monster himself. he is a monster sewn together with different parts, (parts much like the words separated with pauses at 1:06) And they eventually weave together in to the whole being thats 2:28
man, these songs just have more and more to give. you got me wanting to read all these old classics now!! and looking up words trying to figure out what it all means!! beyond that though, this whole album has been amazingly unique and fun to listen to. these songs impart feelings in a way that i really enjoy. like especially the crackling slow noise of The Monster's Lament, that really resonates with me
Does anyone else notice the lyrics at the beginning are like disjointed versions of later lyrics? "Think" "Smile again" "I don't think I'll ever smile again" Is one supposed ot be the monsters outward speech versus their thoughts? Or something else?
So i noticed a pattern in the uploads of these songs today Jekyll and Hyde came out in the 26th of March aka 26/3 Dracula and Carmilla came out in the 16th of April aka 16/4 And this one came out in the 6th of May aka 06/5 (even tho to me it says i came out in the 7th of may but I'm willing to chalk that up to timezones) and every video contains two songs so three videos 3 x 2 = 6 normally that's where the pattern would end and the Host seems to agree in the interlude that this is where it would end naturally but he decided to bring a few more guests anyway however there is another date with 6 in it i think the next entry will come out in either the first of June or the sixth of June
ok so when i was about 5 or 7 it was around hallooween and my mom disided to watch this movie that was a bunch of animated Edgar Allen Poe shorts. i only barley remember it but the first short was about The Fall of the House of Usher and it scared me as a kid but I dint know if the film was real or something I had dreamt. i didn't know what story it was based on at the time but this song helped me find the movie so that's cools . seeing the movie now is weird cus it was so dream like to my child self seeing the scenes I thought I remembered being so off its weird as heck. the is called Extraordinary Tales btw
OH THESE SONGS ARE SO FUCKIN WICKED AND BEAUTIFUL . and not to mention more books for us in the CJFS Book Club to read!! thank you so much, keep up the good work, Chonny!!
I may be going insane, but… who’s that famous gothic character who writes the music but doesn’t sing the songs? Who needs another voice to participate in order to create his art? *Svengali* (in all seriousness, these are fantastic, The Monster’s Lament was heartbreaking, and if you do a Trilby song next I’ll lose my shit forever)
Update: made it to the end. I may be delusional, but a man and a woman are among the three characters who die in Trilby. The final one, the only one who dies from something other than depression while making someone else sing, is Svengali. So if anyone were to narrate these, and then say he was there to watch a man and woman die (from a different story but still), then, well…
Also update! "Narrator" said "across the pond" when discussing genre, "across the pond" can refer to Britain, and who was a British author? George Du Maurier, the author of Trilby. Hmmmmmmmmmm (I'm totally a normal person guys I promise)
My guess is the next song is about 1984. 1984 is referenced in mucka blucka and the only other story mentioned on CCCC (that isnt a greek myth and isn't Tally Hall) is Jeckyll and Hyde, which has already been covered. Also I thought of this a while ago but George Orwell was British which fits your theory.
@@thesentienttaco1678 Oh that's very interesting! Not to mention it's a separate genre of literature (though, arguably, still a horror) as well, so that could fit too...
@@thesentienttaco1678 could work because Mathias mentioned the next song is "from across the pond we call genre" so it won't be Gothic Horror. Well we'll see in 2 ish weeks
GAHHH!!!!!! LISTEN. I HADN'T LISTENED TO JASH'S NEWER SONGS (stopped at The Ballad of Dr Jeykle & The Mr. Hide Jive. not cause i didn't like them bht cause i could never find the time to listen) and OH MY GOD AHHH IM ROTATING MY BLORBOS MR. JASH YOU'RE A MUSICAL GENIUS. MY BRAIN HAS BEEN THOROUGHLY SCRATCHED
So i think I found out what the second song is about, it's the story of how after Frankenstein created his monster he tried to think of what to name it, but he couldn't think of anything.
My guess is the next song is about 1984. 1984 is referenced in mucka blucka and the only other story mentioned on CCCC (that isnt a greek myth and isn't Tally Hall) is Jeckyll and Hyde, which has already been covered Edit: im now realising it say pair of guests and these songs always come in two. Originally i thought one from Winston's POV, one from Big Brother/the inner party but maybe a combination of 1984 and Animal farm?
YIPPEE THEORY TIME!!! My theory is that he's gonna make a Will Wood cover or something cuz of the construction sounds at the end of the interlude (plus he said he listens to Will's music, and also he has a WW reference in the description of SR). In the song, Everything Is A Lot (in the album of the same name) there are construction sounds for a good 75% of it, it's right in the middle after the actual song is over, then in the last minute there is chanting about drugs and religion and shit, but most importantly, a lyric that appears in (or hints to) the song, 2012, which is in the album SELF-Ish, which is the next album after Everything Is A Lot!!! I'm saying that JUST MAYBE he's hinting at a will wood cover in the next album he's doing!!!!, thank you for reading all of this, now go drink some water or something idk. This is a really shitty theory, so don't at all get your hopes up!!
Maybe Chonny will touch upon the other famous gothic monsters, the Werewolf, and the Mummy. I even have ideas for the pairings: The Werewolf and the Capitoline Wolf The Mummy and Anubis
LYRICS:
THE MONSTER’S LAMENT:
Shunned. Forgotten.
Beaten. Rotten.
Stitched. Sodden.
Weakened. Trodden.
Lost. Alone.
Demented. Disowned.
Sentenced. Sewn.
Disallowed to atone.
Only the blind will forgive me.
Wretch that I am, I’ll outlive thee.
Love. Passion.
Contentment. Attachment.
Conceit. Camaraderie.
Comfort in who we are to be.
Hundreds of things took for granted.
More than a right, they’re expected.
Dead. Tales. Why I?
Monster fables. Resentment. Fear.
Purpose. Anguish. Company. Man.
Think. Smile again.
Judas fell to the darkness of Hell.
He hurt, regretted in his eternity cell.
But at least he saw not what he reckoned
nor heard the cries of the damned he had beckoned.
Victor, I’ve heard
sits alive and superb.
Cheering. Smiling.
Not just living, but whiling
while his creature of ire is disregarded.
But there’s no tomb on this Earth capably guarded.
Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here?
A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear.
What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man?
I don’t think I’ll ever smile again.
I will learn.
(The life which I studied could never have loved me.)
I will fight.
(He can’t ignore that which he left sick and bloodied.)
And as I yearn.
(The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous.)
I’ll be right.
(The thing you fear most is your own baseness.)
And so I’ll murder, defile,
all else that is vile,
lay waste to all he loves and then set light to the pile
if that fool doesn’t do as I command him.
Just one wish is all he’s holding me ransom.
If a man can play God; create life where there’s naught,
just to steal away to comfort while ignoring what’s wrought
then it stands to reason he should pay penance.
I’ll be thrilled to hand down his final sentence.
He’s just a quack, clambering absently,
barely past the clasps of insanity,
underhandedly handling bias, waxing elegiac about anomie.
So if that charlatanic blasphemy will not transmute another lass for me,
as if this charade he calls ‘Science’ is any more than bastardized alchemy,
there’ll be no suitable weapon he could brandish.
Land, sea and ice, I will ravage.
Shunned. Forgotten.
Beaten. Rotten.
Stitched. Sodden.
Obscenely begotten.
Not even God’s light will reach you.
Yet, wretch that I am, I beseech you.
Chair underfoot, don’t you tempt me.
You’ll find the weight of life awfully heavy.
INTRO IV
A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein!
Oh, settle down, settle down. I know, Frankenstein’s the scientist.
Oh… me? No, no, no, no. Don’t be absurd.
I’ve no tales to tell nor songs to sing.
Well… not of my own.
So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine?
My name… remains unimportant.
But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace.’
AN ELEGY FOR ONE RODERICK USHER, OR ‘THE HAUNTED PALACE’
I staggered, as it were, ‘pon yon shambled, pallid house,
not in gait, but in the soul.
So desolate can an image of once proud distinction be
when interned beneath time’s sacramentary toll.
Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he;
a friend at once alive and stone-cold dead.
A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing
and at last - and for the first - I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal,
intensely conscious dread.
He said:
“In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
Radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion -
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.”
Madeline. O, poor Madeline. Such an anguished visage worn;
a depression deeply soaked and yet so fresh.
Ever will the memory of the pair of kin forlorn
stake its claim upon my being; on my flesh.
My pal and I, we mused, we dined.
We spoke and laughed - or at least we tried,
but we all know now, time’s never been our friend.
Merely days passed us by. Madeline passed. Roderick cried.
Thinking back, it must be then the name of ‘Usher’ met its end.
“Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This - all this - was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.”
Encoffined; lain entombed ‘neath the mansion she once knew,
Lady Madeline seemed naught but full of life.
Such, I’ve heard is the irony of the cataleptic’s rue:
a corpse that conceals the living’s strife.
But I admit, from that night forward, comfort seldom graced my heart,
till one dark night had wrung my senses warped and wry.
In my folly, I’d thought a story could act to soothe my hysteric friend and I.
Even then, I knew it futile, but I’d be damned if I could not at least try.
“And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.”
And Ethelred, drunkened; full of might
sought the hermit and sought to find a fight,
and so he wrenched and ripped through the wooden screen with strength befit him.
But the champion stood enraged; amazed
to find flaring scales and tongue ablaze,
and a shield of shining brass, legend enwritten:
“Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;”
And as the legend was fulfilled,
Ethelred’s ears were at once filled
with shriek so horrid and harsh; such piercing din.
Bolstered by success, Ethelred gloried in excess,
kicked the carcass out path to his new boon.
But tarry not did it,
and instead, silver floor it hit
and let a mighty, ringing screech pervade the room.
Now, skeptical am I of things called ‘paranormal.’
Or at least, back then, that was the case.
But as the sounds described on page became choral,
I saw hysteria painted on his face,
looking past my eye, not far beyond me.
Just as he screamed, she sought her brother.
And not seconds later, they lie, two lifeless bodies,
each dead and decayed as the other.
I fled, afraid and aghast,
and watched a crack begin to tear.
None but I can say in truth they bore witness
to the fall of the House of Usher.
“But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh - but smile no more.”
INTERLUDE
Well! That’s it for the main event, all!
But if you would humor for just a few more moments, we’ve lined up a pair of special guests from across the pond we call ‘genre.’
After all, we’ve never been one to follow the rules, now have we?
So please, do stick around just a little bit longer.
I promise not to take up too much of your time...
i love it when chonny says "it's jashin time" and then changes lives
The quote "dead men tell no tales, so why am i here" is honestly hard as fuck.
this really hits different after skimming the wikipedia article for the fall of the house of usher in order to understand wth is going on in the second song
edit: after the song ended two ravens landed on the roof of the house next to me. i think i summoned them
I love how you wrote how the Monster feels about Victor. How he basically haunts him
the “my name.. remains unimportant” catches my interest. if there is a reveal involving the narrator, my money’s on it being the invisible man.
The monsters lament is the most terrifying piece of music I have ever heard. All the other stories in this album had this undertone of hope. That someday, something may change. But this? This is pure, miserable, torture. The pure anger and sadness of this rubs off on me in a way I cannot describe. Music is how I cope with my thoughts, I use it as a way to reflect and see where I've gone wrong. Your music has helped me so much in my time. I will never know who you are Chonny, but I will know your art as much as I know myself.
Thank you Mr.Jash, for your mysterious ways
damn
I adore how almost overwhelming the monsters lament is. There's an almost ferociousness with which everything is described- From the monsters own self lamentations to the sense of inevitability and determination in the final lines.
No suitable weapon you could brandish indeed.
I love when Chonny Jash says its jashing time and jashes all over the place.
In all seriousness, bangers as usual, Johnny. These originals are great!! Cant wait to see whats next
Shut up bro i feel ashamed for laughing at that 😭😭😭😭
Bros got me jashin everywhere too dw
i like how either victor or the monster could be saying a lot the lyrics because they are so similar in nature
cj please keep the intros and interludes i think they are hilarious
the announcer my beloved
NEW JASH JUST DROPPED
IT'S F&*@IN JASHING TIME
ITS TIME FOR J A S H!
ITS JASHIN TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BABE WAKE UP!!
holy chonny
Alright so for anyone as confused as me when this dropped. The second song is about a short story by Edgar Allen Poe named “The Fall of The House Of Usher” and the Narrator in the story is a good friend of Rodrick’s. Also, he goes unnamed :/ my current theory is that the Host is Edgar Allen Poe himself cus he’s like the king of gothic literature and that’s the theme of the main event
That would be so cool
Buen teoría
Don’t forget ‘The Haunted Palace’, also by Edgar Allan Poe, sung (by someone else?) in the second song too!
@@phantompig Oh I didn't know that was a separate story, did Chonny slam two Poe works together?
@@Carcosan He likes doing that, Last video was about Dracula and Camila (those aren’t by the same people they are just both about vampires)
YESSS I CALLED IT AN EDGAR ALLEN POE SONG!
Dang Nickeldoodle really went off with the art this time. Its horrifying.
Im sure the Music will be Just as good as well!
(Edit: I was right The Music is great!)
so uhh, frankenstein tends to get a little bit quirky at night
I listened to nothing but your music for the last 3 days. Glad to see more Chonny Jash out here crashin' in
Same…
BRO I DID THE EXACT SAME THING!!!
I’ve been doing nothing but jashing since Mucka Blucka came out
Send help
Actually don’t I love it here
HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS (dropping bangers)!!!!
and making me read!
It's probably only a matter of time before we get a lovecraft-inspired song
Hey, bit late but just wanted to say that AP Lit made us read a book over the summer, and since I liked this song so much (and there were no other Novel Lyric Hunt books on the approved list), I read Frankenstein! I really liked it, and I appreciate the song even more now, so thanks Mr. Jash!
Babe wakeup, there's a new jash
Getting beaten up in a haunted palace but can’t stop the Jash grind
MAN I can’t express how much I love the concept of the host getting in on the action
LYRICS IN THIS COMMENT, BELOW
These songs are up and available to listen and download on SoundCloud and Bandcamp! (Spotify not far behind)
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LYRICS:
THE MONSTER’S LAMENT:
Shunned. Forgotten.
Beaten. Rotten.
Stitched. Sodden.
Weakened. Trodden.
Lost. Alone.
Demented. Disowned.
Sentenced. Sewn.
Disallowed to atone.
Only the blind will forgive me.
Wretch that I am, I’ll outlive thee.
Love. Passion.
Contentment. Attachment.
Conceit. Camaraderie.
Comfort in who we are to be.
Hundreds of things took for granted.
More than a right, they’re expected.
Dead. Tales. Why I?
Monster fables. Resentment. Fear.
Purpose. Anguish. Company. Man.
Think. Smile again.
Judas fell to the darkness of Hell.
He hurt, regretted in his eternity cell.
But at least he saw not what he reckoned
nor heard the cries of the damned he had beckoned.
Victor, I’ve heard
sits alive and superb.
Cheering. Smiling.
Not just living, but whiling
while his creature of ire is disregarded.
But there’s no tomb on this Earth capably guarded.
Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here?
A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear.
What purpose could such anguish serve in company of man?
I don’t think I’ll ever smile again.
I will learn.
(The life which I studied could never have loved me.)
I will fight.
(He can’t ignore that which he left sick and bloodied.)
And as I yearn.
(The thing you fear most is not the daemon disdainous.)
I’ll be right.
(The thing you fear most is your own baseness.)
And so I’ll murder, defile,
all else that is vile,
lay waste to all he loves and then set light to the pile
if that fool doesn’t do as I command him.
Just one wish is all he’s holding me ransom.
If a man can play God; create life where there’s naught,
just to steal away to comfort while ignoring what’s wrought
then it stands to reason he should pay penance.
I’ll be thrilled to hand down his final sentence.
He’s just a quack, clambering absently,
barely past the clasps of insanity,
underhandedly handling bias, waxing elegiac about anomie.
So if that charlatanic blasphemy will not transmute another lass for me,
as if this charade he calls ‘Science’ is any more than bastardized alchemy,
there’ll be no suitable weapon he could brandish.
Land, sea and ice, I will ravage.
Shunned. Forgotten.
Beaten. Rotten.
Stitched. Sodden.
Obscenely begotten.
Not even God’s light will reach you.
Yet, wretch that I am, I beseech you.
Chair underfoot, don’t you tempt me.
You’ll find the weight of life awfully heavy.
INTRO IV
A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein!
Oh, settle down, settle down. I know, Frankenstein’s the scientist.
Oh… me? No, no, no, no. Don’t be absurd.
I’ve no tales to tell nor songs to sing.
Well… not of my own.
So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine?
My name… remains unimportant.
But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace.’
AN ELEGY FOR ONE RODERICK USHER, OR ‘THE HAUNTED PALACE’
I staggered, as it were, ‘pon yon shambled, pallid house,
not in gait, but in the soul.
So desolate can an image of once proud distinction be
when interned beneath time’s sacramentary toll.
Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he;
a friend at once alive and stone-cold dead.
A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing
and at last - and for the first - I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal,
intensely conscious dread.
He said:
“In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
Radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion -
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.”
Madeline. O, poor Madeline. Such an anguished visage worn;
a depression deeply soaked and yet so fresh.
Ever will the memory of the pair of kin forlorn
stake its claim upon my being; on my flesh.
My pal and I, we mused, we dined.
We spoke and laughed - or at least we tried,
but we all know now, time’s never been our friend.
Merely days passed us by. Madeline passed. Roderick cried.
Thinking back, it must be then the name of ‘Usher’ met its end.
“Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This - all this - was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.”
Encoffined; lain entombed ‘neath the mansion she once knew,
Lady Madeline seemed naught but full of life.
Such, I’ve heard is the irony of the cataleptic’s rue:
a corpse that conceals the living’s strife.
But I admit, from that night forward, comfort seldom graced my heart,
till one dark night had wrung my senses warped and wry.
In my folly, I’d thought a story could act to soothe my hysteric friend and I.
Even then, I knew it futile, but I’d be damned if I could not at least try.
“And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.”
And Ethelred, drunkened; full of might
sought the hermit and sought to find a fight,
and so he wrenched and ripped through the wooden screen with strength befit him.
But the champion stood enraged; amazed
to find flaring scales and tongue ablaze,
and a shield of shining brass, legend enwritten:
“Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;”
And as the legend was fulfilled,
Ethelred’s ears were at once filled
with shriek so horrid and harsh; such piercing din.
Bolstered by success, Ethelred gloried in excess,
kicked the carcass out path to his new boon.
But tarry not did it,
and instead, silver floor it hit
and let a mighty, ringing screech pervade the room.
Now, skeptical am I of things called ‘paranormal.’
Or at least, back then, that was the case.
But as the sounds described on page became choral,
I saw hysteria painted on his face,
looking past my eye, not far beyond me.
Just as he screamed, she sought her brother.
And not seconds later, they lie, two lifeless bodies,
each dead and decayed as the other.
I fled, afraid and aghast,
and watched a crack begin to tear.
None but I can say in truth they bore witness
to the fall of the House of Usher.
“But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh - but smile no more.”
INTERLUDE
Well! That’s it for the main event, all!
But if you would humor for just a few more moments, we’ve lined up a pair of special guests from across the pond we call ‘genre.’
After all, we’ve never been one to follow the rules, now have we?
So please, do stick around just a little bit longer.
I promise not to take up too much of your time...
oh you ought to pin this comment,
Thank you o' great chonster
Thank you for this blessing the has been bestowed upon us.
All hail lord chonnithen jash.
THE INTERLUDE.. . . BANGS ON FLOOR
me when i'm normal about chonny jash (lie)
anyways fire lyrics fire vocals fire EVERYTHING!!! another w. banger as always mr jash 🙏
you're amazing but are you okay?
i REALLY hope one of the final songs is based on the king in yellow/the yellow sign. still fitting with the horror theme, but eldritch instead of specifically gothic, and we haven't seen the color yellow used in any of the art yet...
GOD fucking same, holy shit that would be awesome as hell especially when you remember that IRL, there was another Gothic novel with a pack of fans rabid and toxic enough to inspire The King In Yellow’s book that drives people insane: Trilby, whose main villain shares some strong similarities to our Narrator, a man who creates music, but even in his own song, doesn’t sing…
Just noticed this now, 1:06 is a chopped up version of 2:28.
Sorry if the formating is weird.
(dead) (tales) (why) (I)
Dead men tell no tales, so why am I here?
(monster) (fables) (resentment) (fear)
A monster fraught from fables in resentment and fear.
(purpose) (anguish)
What purpose could such anguish
(company) (man)
serve in company of man?
(think) (smile again)
I don’t think I’ll ever smile again.
Yet another detail that proves my love for both the monster's lament and chonny's style of writing!
pretty sure it's broken english because the monster is still learning english
@@ronster. Didn’t think of it that way, but that does make sense!
I thought it was supposed to represent the monster himself. he is a monster sewn together with different parts, (parts much like the words separated with pauses at 1:06) And they eventually weave together in to the whole being thats 2:28
Chonny bringing us Halloween in May and I’m LIVING FOR IT
I’ve been having such a shit morning & when I saw this notification istg the tears magically disappeared
NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH
WE MAKING IT OUT THE HAUNTED HOUSE WITH THIS ONE! 🔥🔥🔥🔥
WE MAKING IT OUT OF Transylvania... or was it Wallachia? WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@@RulerMyujikarubanger
@@jimothy500 thank you Jimothy
Unlike Roderick
the fall of the house of usher is underrated
also i love how the announcer dude is the narrator from that book
The Monster’s Lament has inspired me to pick up a copy of Frankenstein lol. I’m obsessed with the song!
chonny jash is making me wanna read
ayo Introductor droppin bars finally
(i call the guy that introduces us to the songs Introductor, yes)
man, these songs just have more and more to give. you got me wanting to read all these old classics now!! and looking up words trying to figure out what it all means!!
beyond that though, this whole album has been amazingly unique and fun to listen to. these songs impart feelings in a way that i really enjoy.
like especially the crackling slow noise of The Monster's Lament, that really resonates with me
Finally, one I actually have the book for! Time to dig it out of my library in storage!!!
ALL BANGERS AS PER USUAL 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 THE JASH STRIKES AGAIN ‼‼‼‼‼💯💯
If the next songs are a differnet genre, (of horror, im assuming) i hope we get lovecraftian horror, shadow over insmouth or some other works
THE JASH RETURNS FOR ANOTHER BANGER!! fr though this gives Vibes. and they are amazing
I literally just came back from a day out to find this. This whole album is a vibe but dang do these songs particularly go hard!
As a huge fan of Fall of the House of Usher, this is hype as hell ^_^
new chon ny jas💥💥
@@alejandroguevara8455 🧥
was NOT ready for the key changes, pleasant surprise!
OMG NEW JASH SONG!!! THIS IS AMAZING I GOTTA GIVE IT A LISTEN!!!!
EDIT: AMAZING! also NARRATOR LORE!?!?!?!?
IM GETTING JASHED AGAIN NOOOO /j
anyway why are all your monster songs so good??? like it’s perfect!!! your so good at this
Does anyone else notice the lyrics at the beginning are like disjointed versions of later lyrics?
"Think"
"Smile again"
"I don't think I'll ever smile again"
Is one supposed ot be the monsters outward speech versus their thoughts? Or something else?
So i noticed a pattern in the uploads of these songs today
Jekyll and Hyde came out in the 26th of March aka 26/3
Dracula and Carmilla came out in the 16th of April aka 16/4
And this one came out in the 6th of May aka 06/5 (even tho to me it says i came out in the 7th of may but I'm willing to chalk that up to timezones)
and every video contains two songs so three videos
3 x 2 = 6
normally that's where the pattern would end and the Host seems to agree in the interlude that this is where it would end naturally but he decided to bring a few more guests anyway
however there is another date with 6 in it
i think the next entry will come out in either the first of June or the sixth of June
Nah bro cooked us the next release date like nothin
@@TheLaziestLynx a true hero. we can only hope its june first
im like 90% they come out every three weeks so the next one should be on the 28th?
wrong 😹
@@infernalskull ur pretty much right
ok so when i was about 5 or 7 it was around hallooween and my mom disided to watch this movie that was a bunch of animated Edgar Allen Poe shorts. i only barley remember it but the first short was about The Fall of the House of Usher and it scared me as a kid but I dint know if the film was real or something I had dreamt. i didn't know what story it was based on at the time but this song helped me find the movie so that's cools . seeing the movie now is weird cus it was so dream like to my child self seeing the scenes I thought I remembered being so off its weird as heck. the is called Extraordinary Tales btw
OSWIN CALLED IT OHMMY GOD
DAMN IT JUNO YOU WERE HERE BEFORE ME. I DIDN'T GET THE NOTIFICATION FOR 6 MINUTES AFTERWARDS-
@@Eve_heartHAHA L I GOT VIDEO NOTIFS ON FOR CJFS WE STAY 🆙 🤞💪💪🔥🔥‼️‼️
@@froggierawr I DO ASWELL, I JUST DIDN'T CHECK DISCORD
@@Eve_heartLLL UNLIKE YOU IM AUTISM AND STAYED UP 23 HOURS FOR THIS SHIT
help why are u namedropping me in the comments KJHDKJSH
HOLY SHIT IT WA SSO GOOD IM ON THE VERGE OF TEARS RN WTH
OH THESE SONGS ARE SO FUCKIN WICKED AND BEAUTIFUL . and not to mention more books for us in the CJFS Book Club to read!! thank you so much, keep up the good work, Chonny!!
ALERT ALERT. CHONNY JASH HATH JUST DROPPED A NEW VIDEO. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. LIGHT THE FIRES AND TELL SOLOMON.
SOLOMON HAS BEEN TOLD
I appreciate you Chonnathan🙏
Van helsing the monster hunter ad the narrator (the one who does the intros) is how i see it and itd be so cool for him to get a song too
BANGER AFTER LITERARY BANGER
ANOTHER PHENOMENAL ALBUM AS USUAL THANK YOU CHONNY
I may be going insane, but… who’s that famous gothic character who writes the music but doesn’t sing the songs? Who needs another voice to participate in order to create his art? *Svengali* (in all seriousness, these are fantastic, The Monster’s Lament was heartbreaking, and if you do a Trilby song next I’ll lose my shit forever)
Update: made it to the end. I may be delusional, but a man and a woman are among the three characters who die in Trilby. The final one, the only one who dies from something other than depression while making someone else sing, is Svengali. So if anyone were to narrate these, and then say he was there to watch a man and woman die (from a different story but still), then, well…
Also update! "Narrator" said "across the pond" when discussing genre, "across the pond" can refer to Britain, and who was a British author? George Du Maurier, the author of Trilby. Hmmmmmmmmmm (I'm totally a normal person guys I promise)
My guess is the next song is about 1984. 1984 is referenced in mucka blucka and the only other story mentioned on CCCC (that isnt a greek myth and isn't Tally Hall) is Jeckyll and Hyde, which has already been covered.
Also I thought of this a while ago but George Orwell was British which fits your theory.
@@thesentienttaco1678 Oh that's very interesting! Not to mention it's a separate genre of literature (though, arguably, still a horror) as well, so that could fit too...
@@thesentienttaco1678 could work because Mathias mentioned the next song is "from across the pond we call genre" so it won't be Gothic Horror.
Well we'll see in 2 ish weeks
GAHHH!!!!!! LISTEN. I HADN'T LISTENED TO JASH'S NEWER SONGS (stopped at The Ballad of Dr Jeykle & The Mr. Hide Jive. not cause i didn't like them bht cause i could never find the time to listen) and OH MY GOD AHHH IM ROTATING MY BLORBOS MR. JASH YOU'RE A MUSICAL GENIUS. MY BRAIN HAS BEEN THOROUGHLY SCRATCHED
HOLY SHIT GUYS NEW CHONNY JUST JASHED
NEW JASH!!!!! absolute banger as per usual
YOOO WAIT DOES THE ANNOUNCER HAVE A SONG??!?
NEW JASH UPLOAD WOOOHOOOOOO 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
AHHH THE MC SINGS LETS GOOOO
not tally hall cover man making me want to read old ass stories for fun, which my school will probably make me read anyway
HE DID IT AGAIN GUYS
i’m starting to see a pattern in these!! they sound fantastic i love them very much!
WOOH! AWESOME ONE, CHONNY! I LOVE IT!
AMAZING SONG CHONNY! YOU NEVER FAIL TO DISSAPOINT US
RAHATATATATAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHJAHA YOUVE SATSIVAED THE MAGGOTS IN MY STOMACH
YO!!!
NEW JASH JUST DROPPED!
OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH OH YEAH
BABE WAKE UP NEW JASH SONG
absolute banger chonny thank you
BOUTTA DO SOME MORE READING 💪💪💪
Im just gonna pretend that thumbnail didn't just scare the ripe living shit out of me
JASHING
GOTHIC BANGERS WOOOOO
So i think I found out what the second song is about, it's the story of how after Frankenstein created his monster he tried to think of what to name it, but he couldn't think of anything.
We love to see it
This is incredible!
WOO HOUSE OF USHER REP!!!! I have a big book of Poe stories and I'm glad a somewhat lesser-known one is being showcased here
DUDE IM 3 MINUTES IN AND I ALREADY LOVE THIS
My guess is the next song is about 1984. 1984 is referenced in mucka blucka and the only other story mentioned on CCCC (that isnt a greek myth and isn't Tally Hall) is Jeckyll and Hyde, which has already been covered
Edit: im now realising it say pair of guests and these songs always come in two. Originally i thought one from Winston's POV, one from Big Brother/the inner party but maybe a combination of 1984 and Animal farm?
sorry for waking u up after a year but you genius that was one of the songs- how- how did you-
MORE JASH WOOHOO!
Elegy
Chonny never fails to make my ears incredibly happy
New Jash moment????
30 seconds in and this is fucking insane
JASHCON 2. TOMORROW IT WILL BE EXACTLY 21 DAYS SINCE THE LAST JASH UPLOAD (this one). BE PREPARED.
Yooo I recently covered Fall of House of Usher in my Literature Course haha. Already putting the Uni studies to use
HOLY SHIT
CHOONNY UPLOAD
damn i am loving these excessively long titles
YIPPEE THEORY TIME!!!
My theory is that he's gonna make a Will Wood cover or something cuz of the construction sounds at the end of the interlude (plus he said he listens to Will's music, and also he has a WW reference in the description of SR). In the song, Everything Is A Lot (in the album of the same name) there are construction sounds for a good 75% of it, it's right in the middle after the actual song is over, then in the last minute there is chanting about drugs and religion and shit, but most importantly, a lyric that appears in (or hints to) the song, 2012, which is in the album SELF-Ish, which is the next album after Everything Is A Lot!!! I'm saying that JUST MAYBE he's hinting at a will wood cover in the next album he's doing!!!!, thank you for reading all of this, now go drink some water or something idk. This is a really shitty theory, so don't at all get your hopes up!!
I was wrong...
Will Wood Fan? Marry me
will wood power hour moment
Maybe Chonny will touch upon the other famous gothic monsters, the Werewolf, and the Mummy. I even have ideas for the pairings:
The Werewolf and the Capitoline Wolf
The Mummy and Anubis
ahhh,,, 3am jash drop
Narrator lore??
eating this up with a silver spoon
NEW JASH NEW JASH NEW JASH
I actually remember reading house of usher in English class!
6:08 *Hatred the game flashbacks intensify*