Brook's Lament
There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to songs on upon the seas
I excel without even trying
With the slightest little effort of my musical skill
I have seen tough men break out in tears
With the slice of my bow, and well-placed tremolo
I have swept the emotionless off their feet
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Yet month after month, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I, Brook, the So-oul King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing
Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there, far from my stage
A longing that I've always known
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I'm a master of song, and a pirate of sound
And I'll sing you right into sweet sleep
For a guy in Water 7, I turned it up to eleven
And I'm know throughout the Blues and Grand Line
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
And survive complete decapitation
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With fury of my soul's music
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But who here would ever understand
That the So-oul King with the skeleton grin
Never cared for his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
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Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls at for something once known
The fame and praise come week after week
Does nothing for these caring tears
Author's Note
Happy Halloween! So to commemorate the holiday I present a parody (what else do/can you call it?! This isn't really funny!) of Jack's Lament from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I mean, both Jack and Brook are tall, singing skeletons, so it crosses over really well. Time frame would be during the two-year separation, just because it worked best for lyrical adjustment.