WorldVision Song Contest 25 - Contest/IC Thread

by **Zavlia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 2:38 am

18.Zavlia
Kanslavkhem: Tarja Inkozal
Parolem: Inush Orgalav
Corigorilav: Mes Vani.
Okzeshikham: Timur Onc.
Kanslav: "Harli, Harli"
Muzilav: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4DABWX3Ydc&feature=related

Tarja Inkozal: http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/7605/sahinn.jpg
is a famous Oncler singer. Oncler is a type of music famous in Zavlia and Kazalistan, and is linked with the people of the El Zhemishir, who, traditionally, lived in small villages until King Avvarashi II united the tribes into modern day Zavlia. Oncler is the music used in Ezrikhcorigorilav (Zavlian belly dance). Tarja is dressed in traditional Zavlian dress and is joined on stage by four female dancers.

The Zavlian postcard was displayed, as Tarja walked on stage in her starting position in the middle of the stage. The four dancers stood in the four points of the stage, so all five of them were in a cross formation. Tarja’s dress is red and has four long strips of ribbon attached at her waist and held at the other end by the dancers:
http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/3093 ... ynasty.jpg

As the music started, the dancers began to dance, they are doing traditional Ezrikhcorigorilav:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-Zvr2HADWE
Tarja remains in the middle of the stage singing, she dances on the spot using her loose arm. The four dancers weave a pattern in the ribbon similar to English maypole around Tarja. The backing dancers also sing the lines in italics.

Harli! Harli!
Besh litumarta
Harli! Harli!
Ani lo progressa
Harli! Harli!
Sin ashkar ka?
Harli! Harli!
Ani bi ushoma

At the same time as the drum is sounded, Tarja and the dancers freeze, and then continue dancing.

Sin ve aniac, ani nilrotim
Kushl’ ania
Azal Ashkalav bi rikotim
Kushl’ ania
Mai Herzlav pokha ipti
Kushl’ ania
Azal bi juforikh
Kushl’ ania

The camera cuts to the audience, at the section where the Zavlians are sat, they are all stood up singing and dancing Ezrikhcorigorilav while some of them can be seen waving Zavlian flags.

I mai Monglavac, mai Gantlav rokim suna Hautlava

Harli! Harli!
Sin ashkar ka?
Harli! Harli!
Ani bi ushoma

The lights flash to the beat of the music, and then stop as the next verse is sung.

Loshomilav folg’ ania
Ve ania
Ani nokh hushi
Ve ania
Oki lo josh ania
Ve ania
Lo molikh’ ania
Ve ania

Ani zitra mai Cimlema, ani corigor lit sinac
I close my eyes, I am dancing with you

Harli! Harli!
Besh litumarta
Harli! Harli!
Ani lo progressa
Harli! Harli!
Sin ashkar ka?
Harli! Harli!
Ani bi ushoma

The camera cuts back again to the Zavlian audience members who are still dancing and singing along. Some of the non-Zavlians sat in the surrounding sections have joined in the dancing.

Zenja aniac ji Zimbol
Mai Ashkakhem
Gezhovah himota
Mai Ashkakhem
Shpek ania Harli bi grad
Mai Ashkakhem
Ani ali al kushla sina
Mai Ashkakhem

Harli rinor ania, sun Kholalem kadi ania

Harli! Harli!
Besh litumarta
Harli! Harli!
Ani lo progressa
Harli! Harli!
Sin ashkar ka?
Harli! Harli!
Ani bi ushoma

The dancers have joined Tarja in the middle and have formed a circle round her. The dance around her while Tarja looks up and dances.

Kushl’ ania
Kushl’ ania
Kushl’ ania

Ahh… Ahh… Ahh…

Ani ve lam prota
Lo cunlabak
Sin ve sun Vanlem
Lo cunlabak
Sin kadush okia
Lo cunlabak
The backing dancers all look towards Tarja in shock.
Ani b’ izir lau?
Lo cunlabak

Ani bibak rakhel, sin ashkla, ani lo vet kha!

Harli! Harli!
Besh litumarta
Harli! Harli!
Ani lo progressa
Harli! Harli!
Sin ashkar ka?
Harli! Harli!
Ani bi ushoma
Harli! Harli!
Ani lo vet
Harli! Harli!
Sin bi mangenot

English translation

They end in a pose together at the front of the stage. The audience applauses, they bow. Tarja shouts “Grad Dunjalav!” The camera cuts back for a third time to the Zavlian audience members who are all stood up cheering. Tarja and her backing dancers leave the stage.

by **Zavlia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 10:28 am

Video of Peeto is played.

Hazal: Evrez Hav Damlem ve Hoslem. Besh bi arati i Worldvizyon. Ani taliav Hazal ve ani bi lam bishuac tvonim Kanslavkhem, Hedva Shavilov. Evrez Hav.
Hedva: Evrez Hav Zavlia. Ani bi shingim prezel Worldvizyon lam sinac.
Hazal: Grad. Besh vis Prezelilava des Polkopija. Peeto bi shonim ve Laulem akzepshir besha hav.
Hedva: Khen.
Hazal: Vejlaknu, besh ve Prezelilava, ani joshjit shpak ud sunac Fargheplav I Worldvizyon. Sin bi shingim ka? Sin bi elrafim ka?
Hedva: Ani bibak elrafim (laughs), shel duo Laulem vis sina.
Hazal: Stomlav bi shel shonim ve Torzikhema ashka okua. Ani nokh empfalzi okia, malitdor Furokhem Polk.
The hosts enter the stage
Hazal: Na, azal bi bishu Prezelkhem des Homlat Evrez. Josef ve Anna.

Opening act

Hazal: Azal bibak kovetihaim, Polkopja demozra beshac, zuka Plazirolema.
Hedva: cok kommerti!
Hazal: Khen, ani joshjit kommerti…

Grandterre performs

Hazal: Kanslav jirac lo bibak grad.
Hedva: khen, ani lo joshbak okua.
Hazal: Na, ani ali Worldvizyon 25 bilior roshel beseder. Ani huk shpak ud Postkartilema des Lantilem. Jop Lantilav riv ji Postkarti des Polkopja ve ji Mot pam Polkopjashpak ve Shpakilavac des Lantilav.

Kalosia performs

Hedva: Azal bi shonim Kanslav, ani optibak ani kanslabak okua!
Hazal: khen, azal bibak zuti Kanslav. Loatikhpra Prezelikhem, Kommunisiot Quinntopija. Blumlem des Polkopja ve shonim Berglem.
Hedva: Ani baifabak azal Bergplatzlava
Hazal: Oku bi shonim ka?
Hedva: Khen.

Communist Quinntopia performs

Hedva: Storim Stimmlav, ani josh Kanslava.
Hazal: ani stimma, shel shonim. Shel krizim.
Hedva: Geizlolem bi shel eztrupim.
Hazal: Khen, Maksimah, pam Kisraelshpak iva zutim pam Zavliashpak.

Kisrael perform

Hedva: Ani corigorbak (laugh)
Hazal: Ani vet, ani horra pam Familifezilemac.
Hedva: Khen, Zavliakhem joshlior okua. Mazel Hav Kisrael!
Hazal: stimma, vek Zavliakhem joshlior Kanslav bunrac, bishu Voslav Kazalistan! Semsov Bergplatzlav bi jizotim. Haart pam Polkopjashpak, vek Ashkalav. Besh donar Azila duo Ashkalavac. Mai Alilem bibak irlamutum.

Kazalistan perform

Hedva: lo imzat! Roshel beseder et duo Premitlema.
Hazal: Khen, ani bubuelbak bishua Premitlema.
Hedva and Hazal: Besh bi besh bi besh bi Laulem! (laughs)*
Hazal: Worldvizyon 23 bibak zotim. Lactation Sensation bi Kanslav queshrac. Laktatja
*Zavlian WV23 entry chorus still famous in Zavlia.

Lactatia performs

Hazal: oh my god!
Hedva: Lo shmekh!
Hazal: pragoshim Kanslav bi VIXX.

VIXX perform

Hazal: Ani ashka oncler!
Hedva: ani lot, VIXXoncler bi shel shonim.
Hazal: Bishu Prezelilav bi lot oncler. Mazel Hav VIXX, besh joshbak okua!

Vampirum perform

Hazal: shel zutim.
Hedva: Ani ashkabak okua, vek nushirem Aizlem bi ranlitocim.
Hazal: khen, nushir bi. Besh rivlior Pauzilema, na cok bekrotiv!

by **Crolacia** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 3:44 pm

19.Crolacia
Elza Arvik
Thrive
On the melody of Try, by Pink

Elza was excited. Months of preparations, stress and hard work would show here. She saw the other entries and she was a bit discouraged as many entries so far were more than excellent. But nevertheless, she was happy and would give her everything on the stage.

The stage was having all sorts of colours enlightning it. There were two chairs on the stage, on left and one on the right. Elza was on the left of the stage and a dancer was on the right. They were slowly crawling towards each other. Both of them had many colours on their bodies. Camera was showing Elza and then switched showing the excellent stage. Elza was singing well, just good for the song.

Looking back in time
I see you, me
And the laugh
Hidden now
Souls are poisened
This is hell now
But who are we to question God?

As they got to each other, they rose up and started to dance slowly. But as the refrain started, their dance was becoming faster. They were dancing very artisticly while Elza was, at the same time, singing.

Rise up
And forget all
The bad things that are sad
Forget the broken hearts
And the tears that mean ''goodbye''
Look up to the sun
And be happy that you're fine
'Cause you're gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3
You are gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3
You are gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3

Elza and the dancer continued to dance and their dance was beautiful. The dance was quite demanding as they tossed each other in the air, jumped over each other and other things which made this artistic dance unique.

Happiness is all
You need in living
This beautiful changing life
Our dreams
Are yet to be fullfilled
They are the future of our lives

The dancing couple now laid onto the stage and camera was showing on them. Elza was singing well and very passionately. Then they got to their feet again and continued with their artistic dance.

Rise up
And forget all
The bad things that are sad
Forget the broken hearts
And the tears that mean ''goodbye''
Look up to the sun
And be happy that you're fine
'Cause you're gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3
You are gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3
You are gonna thrive
You'll thrive x3

They were still dancing and it was becoming rather agressive. The couple were expressing their feelings strongly. They were pushing each other but then again hugged. It was all part of the art. Camera was showing the audience for a second and then switched to show Elza's and dancer's faces.

Angels in the
Heavens are eroded
By anger that is alive
Are you getting
Closer to hapiness
Or are you just passing by
I ask you
Are you just passing
By x3

Elza was singing strongly now and dancing with her partner. She was singing and dancing excellent. As the song was coming to an end, they suddenly stopped dancing, ran to the two chairs on left and right of the stage and powerfully thew them in the air. It was the climax of their art and the song ended.

Rise up
And forget all
The bad things that are sad
Forget the broken hearts
And the tears that mean ''goodbye''
Look up to the sun
And be happy that you're fine
'Cause you're gonna thrive
You are gonna thirve
You'll thrive x3

As the song ended, Elza said: ''I love you Polkopiaaaa!'' They left the stage and some staff came to move the (now broken) chairs away and prepare for the next act.

by **The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles** » Fri Mar 08, 2013 5:09 pm

Yapper: Sk'ǽ ośhg!
Aron: Yes, Welcome back everyone to the PUTV coverage of the Worldvision Song Contest 25 on PLI - ONE. We've had some great songs thus far and many more to come. You looking forward to the rest of the performances Yapper?
Yapper: Oh certainly! I'm just hoping someone's going to sing about fish.
Aron: I seriously think that, other than Flappy's song, that's unlikely to happen.
Yapper: Really? What else is there to sing about?
Aron: You know. Love and other emotions, Politics, Shoes ... There's a lot more to life than fish.
Yapper: No there isn't ... Love: I love fish, Politics: As long as the politicians don't tax fish, I'm not bothered and I don't wear shoes, or any clothes for that matter ...
Aron: ... I don't know why I bother ...
Yapper: Nevermind that. Here comes Linda Medicini with 'Lactation Sensation' for the country of Lactatia. What's a lactation Aron?
Aron: ... well .. err ... for one, its got nothing to do with fish ...
Yapper: That's a disappointment.

Lactatia Performs

Aron: ...
Yapper: Oh
Aron: ...
Yapper: So THAT's a lactation.
Aron: ...
Yapper: It's bouncy ... I like that ...
Aron: ...
Yapper: Aron?
Aron: What the FUCK was that?!
Yapper: Aron! Haha, yes it was ... err ... unusual. Dear viewers, I can only offer my sincere apologies for Aron's use of bad language there. I think he was slightly shocked by Linda's ... err ... sensual performance.
Aron: Seriously, ... what the fuck?
Yapper: For tuna's sake Aron! This is a live broadcast!
Aron: She was squirting fucking milk from her tits!
Yapper: I know Aron, and she didn't mention fish once but I'm not resorting to foul language!
Aron: Dude! Don't you find that weird, bizarre, grotesque or simply fucking odd?!
Yapper: Not really. Is it not natural for humans to suckle their young?
Aron: Not that! That's cool, I mean, I don't mind that but squirting it into the audience?! What the fuck?!
Yapper: Maybe it's a Lactatian gesture of friendship or attraction? Like how humans offer to buy a drink to people they find sexually attractive.
Aron: That's messed up ... Oh, Thank fuck for that! It's the entrant from VIXX, Larissa Pipe with 'Daca Bulbul'
Yapper: Hopefully, we'll see no more foul language from you now ...

VIXX Performs

Aron: Aww ... That was nice. I liked that.
Yapper: ...
Aron: Yapper?
Yapper: What the FUCK was that?!
Aron: Whoa! What?
Yapper: A frog?! A damn bloody frog?! Those amphibian bastards!
Aron: Is there a Pteronurian word for hypocrite Yapper? Given your current use of the Paradystopi language ...
Yapper: Well, I decided to check out some translations of the songs online and the Vixxantians choose to sing about a frog? A dancing bloody frog?
Aron: Well, it's closer to a fish than any of the previous entrants
Yapper: What?! You're going to right way for a tail-slap Aron!
Aron: Easy man, or otter ... whatever. I don't understand what the fuss is about.
Yapper: It's simple ... 'man'. Fish tastes heavenly, frogs taste foul. It's almost as though the Vixxantians are insulting the Pteronurian lymrykers by singing about frogs rather than fish.
Aron: Honestly?
Yapper: Do I look like I'm lying?
Aron: You are one weird dude, Yapper ...
Yapper: ... humph ...
Aron: Well, I liked it
Yapper: ... you would. Fish-hater ...
Aron: Anyway, here comes Dominic for Vampirum with 'Shadow'

Vampirum Performs

Yapper: It's a bit down-beat for me
Aron: I thought you'd say that
Yapper: Do you like it?
Aron: Not overly keen. Thought that it livened up once Zalese joined in but I wasn't overly impressed
Yapper: At least there was no mention of frogs
Aron: ... or lactation
Yapper: Yeah
Aron: I guess we should hope there's no songs about lactating frogs then tonight
Yapper: That would be terrible
Aron: But now the entrant from XuAretz Iudatsa. Xafia Ulcarshvilli with 'Xavillobis'
Yapper: Sounds fancy!

XuAretz Iudatsa Performs

Aron: Nice
Yapper: Boring
Aron: What's wrong with it?
Yapper: What's wrong with you? It's yet another slow song that makes me want to go eat a frog. I want something jolly, with some razzmatazz. Not someone moaning on 'Oh woe is me! I can't even catch clams, I wish I was as brilliant as an otter'
Aron: But it was a nice song
Yapper: If I wanted something 'nice', I'd go sunbathe on a log. I expected great things and all we've had so far are depressing songs or songs about frogs.
Aron: There's only been one song involving a frog ...
Yapper: And that's already too many
Aron: Well, I've got some good news for you. Guess who's next on stage?
Yapper: Really?! Yeeeeeeee
Aron: Calm down Yapper, we can't vote for Flappy. So yes, a gentle reminder to all those watching at home. You cannot vote for Flappy I'm afraid.
Yapper: Sadly that's true but regardless, it's the one, the only, it's Flappy Clambanger!

The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles Performs

Aron: It does have a good groove to it, I'll give you that.
Yapper: Of course it does. Pteronurian music is about one thing. Funky grooves! ... well, after fish, of course
Aron: The dancing pups were charming in their little fish costumes
Yapper: Much cuter than human babies too
Aron: I'll agree to disagree there Yapper
Yapper: Why? At least otter pups are capable of doing things by themselves. I don't know how you humans cope! They're just useless little balls of fat that wail a lot.
Aron: That's sort of true, but I do think babies are, well, can be cute.
Yapper: Meh
Aron: Anyway, with the conversation getting dangerously close to lactation, we're going to take a quick commercial break. Don't go away now.
Yapper: We'll be back soon

by **Kingsley Bedford** » Sat Mar 09, 2013 3:01 am

KBBS COMMENTARY
COMMENTATORS:
NATALIA MOLOROVSKAYA
NADEZHDA VARISSIAN

Natalia Molorovskaya: Welcome back to WorldVision Song Contest live from Polkopia!
Nadezhda Varissian: Next up is Lactatia!

LACTATIA ENTRY:
Natalia: I like it, it's catchy and has all the things you need to succeed, a strong contender in my eyes
Nadezhda: So far we've seen some good quality songs this year and this is one of them. I like it very much.
Natalia: And I think the bare chested men will score a few points too, they certainly know how to add show value
Nadezhda: But the exposing of her breasts is taking it a bit too far, this is still a family show and I don't know why in the last couple of years we've seen so many acts of sexual nature. It is getting a bit too much and I hope it dosn't cost them points, because I think we can all agree it didn't work for Luzicya last year did it?
Natalia: They got more than your entry did
Nadezhda: Leave my entry out of it!
Natalia: To vote for Lactitia... I mean Lactatia (Nadezhda can be heard laughing) Add 06 to the number on your screen

VIXX ENTRY
Nadezhda: Not my kind of entry, but it'll appeal to some.
Natalia: It has a nice ethnic sound to it, I like ethnic sounding entries, it gives us a glimpse of the nation's culture.
Nadezhda: To vote for Vixx add 07

VAMPIRIUM ENTRY
Natalia: And this is the 2nd ever entry from Vampirium. They made a stunning debut last year in Communist Quinntopia. This entry is just as good.
Nadezhda: They came 13th last time, I think they'll improve on that this time and the singer is so attractive. Can I take him home with me?
Natalia: To vote for Vampirium add 08

XuAretz Ludatsa Entry
Nadezhda: Didn't like it... not my kind of entry
Natalia: Neither did I but good luck to them anyway
Nadezhda: To vote for this entry add 09

PARADYSTOPI LYMRYK ISLES ENTRY:
Natalia: Odd but pleasant entry
Nadezhda: Is that a seal on stage? Are animals allowed?
Natalia: Yakostan had sheep onstage once, so I guess it must be allowed.
Nadezhda: Oh, ok. I like the composition but it's not a winner, I'd say middle of the scoreboard for this one
Natalia: To vote for this entry add 10

HAGASVYO ENTRY
Nadezhda: Nice debut entry from Hagasvyo.
Natalia: Their promo tour included Polkopia so maybe the audience will vote for them after all, I think it will help their chances
Nadezhda: What about that old man who played the sax on stage
Natalia: He was great! That'll be remembered for years to come
Nadezhda: To vote for Hagasvyo add 11

FAE OMEGA ENTRY:
Natalia: A good entry from them, well done!
Nadezhda: I can't say I found the lyrics appealing but the composition was good
Natalia: To vote for them add 12

NEW ECOPIA ENTRY:
Natalia: A classical composition, that's something new
Nadezhda: I don't know how well it'll do, it stands out that's for sure. I don't mind it though.
Natalia: To vote for New Ecopia add 13

BLOODBATH GENERATION ENTRY:
Nadezhda: Wonderful! Excellent entry once again from Bloodbath Generation. I love it! They had such a good entry last year and they havn't disappointed me this year either. I think this song has potential and top 5 finish for sure.
Natalia: Sexual lyrics however may count against it. Good melody though
Nadezhda: Oh, lighten up Natalia... It's a good entry.
Natalia: To vote for Bloodbath Generation add 14

POLKOPIA ENTRY
Nadezhda: I'm blown away by our hosts entry. Amazing! I'll vote for it for sure.
Natalia: I hope you have a Kingfordian cell phone card because you can't vote for it here.
Nadezhda: Way ahead of you Natalia... I got it covered. Good luck to this entry. It's great
Natalia: No denying it, I think the hosts could win this, I really do
Nadezhda: To vote for our hosts Polkopia add 15

Syrche Entry:
Natalia: Wow! what a voice.
Nadezhda: I loved the language, it is nice to see them using their national language. And it sounded beautiful too. I like this song a lot. It's going to be so hard this year with all these great entries. Our duo Sergei and Carla certainly have a lot of competition this year
Natalia: Joliet Thomasson had a simple but memorable performance and I think it will end up on the top half of the scoreboard
Nadezhda: To vote for Syrche add 16

FUSHA-ME-BAR ENTRY
Natalia: A good entry from Fusha-Me-Bar, and the artist has an interesting story too
Nadezhda: Well it's related to the revolution going on there at the moment and well done to them for still participating despite the situation at home
Natalia: Well who would want to let this good entry go to waste? I mean everything about it was great. The performance was great as always
Nadezhda: Water is a great effect and I think it is fantastic that they have incorporated that into their performance as it was effective.
Natalia: And good on them for using their national language too, why don't we do that?
Nadezhda: Well we have done so before and we have two national languages in KB, English and Kingfordian. So we do use our national language.
Natalia: To vote for Fusha-Me-Bar add 17

ZAVILA ENTRY
Nadezhda: I didn't mind this song, it's nice as always.
Natalia: It's ethnic and that is always good
Nadezhda: To vote for Zavila add 18

CROLACIA ENTRY
Natalia: Another great song from Crolacia a great melody, great lyrics and great singer
Nadezhda: Their performance projects colours onto their bodies. That reminds me of your performance at WorldVision 23 Natalia
Natalia: I must say it is effective and it suits this song very well, the song is catchy as well and I think it'll do well.
Nadezhda: To vote for Crolacia add 19

Natalia: Now we take a quick break and after the break we'll see our entry perform!

by **Kingsley Bedford** » Sat Mar 09, 2013 3:49 am

20. KINGSLEY BEDFORD
"I NEED YOU MY LOVE" by Sergei Aramov & Carla Rezantia
Melody: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyHMEUXf-9U (Melody: I Feed You My Love- Margaret Berger)

*The stage is surrounded by strobe lights until during the intro of the song, As the first verse begins they stop and a blue spotlight focuses on Sergei and Carla who are walking towards each other on seperate sides of the stage*

VERSE 1:
Sergei: You came to me, in the dead of the night, In the silence, You took over me, I need you my dear
Carla: I'm not a fool, You broke my heart now you want me... want me back, I must return, to where I belong

*during the chorus Sergei and Carla stand facing each other their hands touching palm to palm as they sing*
CHORUS (SUNG BY BOTH)
You're the one in my dreams
The one I want to hold close at night
Without you I can't breathe
That's why I need you my love

VERSE 2
Sergei: You are my life, You are the one I need, don't deny me, you have the power to make my life complete, don't leave me
Carla: It's not my plan, I trusted you, I gave you one last chance to make it all right. I don't care what you've done, you are my future
You are the one, come back to me my dear

CHORUS
You're the one in my dreams
The One I want to hold close at night
Without you I can't breathe
That's why I need you my love

Bridge (Sung by both)
Now is the time for us to never look back
and we can forget what was bad
I give you one last chance to make it all right
I don't care what you've done
You are my future, you are the one

*For the final chorus and until the end of the song, spark pyros shoot up in collums on the edge of the stage
CHORUS:
You're the one in my dreams
The One I want to hold close at night
Without you I can't breathe
That's Why I need You My love

BOTH: Need you my love, That's why I need you my love ooooohhhhh

:clap:

Sergei: Thank You Polkopia!
Carla: Thank You! We Love you! :bow:

by **WorldVision Committee** » Sat Mar 09, 2013 5:25 am

New Ecopia's entry is disqualified because of plagiarism. He may change his song to an original one though.

by **Syrche** » Sat Mar 09, 2013 8:24 am

Wyndell stands on the stage.

Wyndell: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to our live coverage of the Worldvision Song Contest, happening LIVE in Polkopia! With us tonight are our judges, Dana Simmons! of Syrche; Ric Lakardt, of Lithany; Rici Sentasi from the Dåtsche Republic; and Madem Palorvikk of Kræder Providanz. Please remember that to vote for your favourite act, just dial the number which will appear on your screen throughout the broadcast, and simply add the extension specific to the act you're supporting. If you've missed one of the previous performances, there will be a quick review at the end of the show. Now we head straight back into it, with Vampirum's performance...

Vampirum Performs

Dana Simmons: Very elegantly performed.
Ric Lakardt: I think this is one of the best we've seen tonight
Rici Sentasi: They could have done a lot more with this song, in terms of production, and it would probably have taken away from the final product. They definitely got this one right!
Madem Palorvikk: Such a simple song. i think it's a testament that all you really need is a piano and a great voice, or two in this case.

Ludatsa Performs

Dana Simmons: It's wonderful to see Ludatsa finally opening up to the world.
Ric Lakardt: Couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Rici Sentasi: She was rather stunning...
Madem Palorvikk: i think Ludatsa has a lot to be proud of in this one.

Wyndell: Next up, The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles

Rici Sentasi: (under his breath) Hopefully they can up the tempo a bit for this one...

The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles Performs

Dana Simmons: Uh...(looks awkwardly toward the others)
Ric Lakardt: Yeah...uh...
Rici Sentasi: Perhaps if there were some lyrics, this could qualify as terrible. All i heard was a lot of Gobble-de-Gook...
Madem Palorvikk: Well, it-
Rici Sentasi: No, wait, Madem, suppose YOU would say that this is part of a cultural heritage?
Madem Palorvikk: Well, they are representing-
Rici Sentasi: UNBELIEVABLE. You are unbelievable...

Hagasvyo Performs

Wyndell: It would seem they are having some sort of technical difficulty there in Polkopia, and Hagasvyo's entry has been cut short. Let's hope they resolve these issues, and we can patch it through later...

Now onto the next act...

Fae Omega Performs

Dana Simmons: The Ambiance! As you know, in Syrche we don't have Flight of any kind, so this may be more up Ric's ally?
Ric Lakardt: We don't have anything like that, but it was a spectacular performance.
Rici Sentasi: This is why we made psychotropic drugs illegal in the Dåtsche Republic. It's like taking Ice Cream scoops out of your brain. Look what it's done to this young man...
Madem Palorvikk: I don't think that space travel is a hallucination. There are many nations on the Interstellar Plane...
Rici Sentasi: Suppose there are many furry creatures, and aliens with big glowing heads? suppose this whole reality is just an illusion and-

Wyndell: (cutting Rici off) And we've come to another commercial break....Stay Tuned...

Wyndell: We're back, from this extended commercial break. We've just received word that New Ecopia's entry has been disqualified for plagiarism, and rather than affronting you with this rather detestable display of copyright infringement, it was in our better judgement to let you feast your eyes on the new X-Series, from Weske. Always providing a reliable ride for less of your hard earned money. Weske Avtowerken, Skynt Kådttre!

Now we head back into it...

Bloodbath Generation Performs

Ric Lakardt:(Facepalm)
Madem Palorvikk: The craftsmanship on this song...it's so...appalling...
Dana Simmons: i can not believe that they would think this is acceptable to present on an international stage.
Rici Sentasi: Is this the current state of music around the world? Try and tell me it's not EASY to make middle of the road in this contest. So long as your song doesn't include lyrics about bodily functions, there is no disaster in the world that could put you in last place, so far as i see.

Polkopia Performs

Rici Sentasi: WOW! Now that is what i'm talking about!
Ric Lakardt: You know, they could put this on the stereo right now, and it would go straight to number one.
Madem Palorvikk: I'd have to agree with that.
Dana Simmons: The light show was quite good as well, i loved the atmosphere.
Rici Sentasi: There is a certain performance level that we've come to expect from Worldvision, and thankfully, after this last string of performances, i've seen something that instills a new faith in this competition. Good on you, Polkopia!

Syrche Performs

Dana Simmons: This came from my home country?! Today, I am a proud man. I think this is the best entry Syrche has seen to date.
Ric Lakardt: The Dancing, the stunts...the VOICE!
Rici Sentasi: Yes, but what is she trying to say?
Madem Palorvikk: Rici, a man like you will NEVER understand lyrics like that...
Rici Sentasi: No, i understood perfectly what she was singing... i just feel it's all a bit over-dramatized...
Madem Palorvikk: This song will resonate on a global level because the world knows that this is NOT a dramatization...

Fusha Me-Bar Performs

Ric Lakardt: It was kind of forgettable. I didn't dislike it, but i feel that this performance was more about the show and less about the song.
Dana Simmons: I resent that...(Faking a frown)
(Laughs from the audience)
Ric Lakardt: What can i say? it was very middle of the road for a Country having just been wrought with Revolution.
Madem Palorvikk: Perhaps it's just the time of day...but that didn't feel quite right to me either...
Rici Sentasi: No, you're right, i would like to have felt more of the...passion... that i would expect from a country emerging stronger than before...
Madem Palorvikk: It's not the worst thing we've heard, by far-
Dana Simmons: You know, we have a saying in Syrche, and i think it fits here..."It's fair from afar, but far from fair.."
(Laughter from the Audience; Rici Sentasi cracks a smile, as Ric Lakardt breaks out laughing, and Madem Palorvikk's poised face slowly morphs into a stifled smile)

Wyndell: Well folks, it's that time again, but don't go anywhere, the show is just heating up... We have tons of acts to come, and you don't want to miss a thing, so don't go anywhere, we'll be back in a bit...

by **Eireann Fae** » Sat Mar 09, 2013 1:11 pm

21. Eireann Fae
Alexandra, So Very Sexual
To: EMF - Unbelieveable
This performance is dedicated to exotic dancers world-wide, and to Holly Marie-Combs, for this performance in the tv series "Charmed" :)

Parental Advisory: The following performance is rated [NC-17,(R)18+,K-18,VM18,X(XX),etc] for Graphical Gratuitous Sexual Imagery [of a Minor]. May not be suitable for younger audiences, those with a conservative mindset, or anybody else that doesn't like strippers - particularly sixteen year old ones.
You Have Been Warned!

Alexandra takes the WorldVision stage for the third time, but this time she is alone in representing her nation. The performance she plans to give may come as a shock to members of other nations, but it will certainly drive the point home that Eireann Fae is all about personal liberty, even in their youth. At sixteen, the sexy young mulatto with her silky skin the colour of rich caramel already knows exactly what she's made of, and how to flaunt it. Her bright hazel eyes sparkle in the light as she takes in the crowd, flashing a brilliant smile. Her raven-black hair, usually hanging straight, has been permed for the occasion, and falls down her back in a cascade of luxuriant waves and curls.

Unusual for her, Alexandra is wearing a rather conservative outfit, more befitting her photosensitive friend, Aibell d'Oiche^†. The girl is sporting a black fedora and matching button-down sweater, charcoal-grey satin gloves, and a matching full-length skirt that just barely shows her trademark Black Panther-hide combat boots. The only thing with her on the stage is the microphone on its stand. Bathed in a simple white spotlight, the girl grips the microphone, but leaves it secured to the stand as she addresses the audience.

"Boy are you in for a treat," she begins, smiling ever more broadly and winking at the crowd. "Recently, a friend of mine asked how she might go about finding a special friend. She knows I've got some experience, being the friendly type of person that I am, and of course I'm more than happy to give her advice. And because I'm just so damned friendly, I thought I'd share it with all of you as well! Hit it!"

As the music begins to play, the stage becomes awash with red, blue, and violet lights, moving about and giving the arena the feel of a nightclub or strip joint. Both hands on the mic stand, Alex closes her eyes and rocks out to the music. As the lyrics begin, she opens her eyes and casts her gaze upon various people in the audience she happens to find attractive, men and women alike.

You're askin' me for lessons
On how to open eyes
You're asking how to make them shout
Well I won't tell no lies
I say to you be tough enough
To force the crowd to drool
It's time you come to realise
Just what you, you must do

"The Hell", you say
Doin' things in my own way
I'm so risqué At the pause, she removes her fedora and tosses it into the crowd.
So very sexual

As the sample says "Oh!", Alexandra rocks her hips and rips open her sweater, revealing her usual black leather corset beneath. With a wink and a smile, she tosses the garment to the section of the crowd that cheered the loudest at her action. The girl laughs a little as no fewer than four members of the audience grab various parts of the sweater and begin a tug of war. Both hands back on the mic, she resumes catching the eye of various attractive audience members and begins the second verse.

You've learned to see your problem
Of livin' a life full of lies
Give my life a quick turn
Have fun I say, for just one day
You've got to make jaws drop
To call it having fun
Now you come to realise
Just what you, you must do

"The Hell", you say
Doin' things in my own way
I'm so risqué
So very sexual

As this small break begins, Alexandra drops the long charcoal-grey skirt to the floor, revealing a black leather miniskirt over fishnet stockings and her matching boots coming halfway to her knees. She hops to the side and, swaying about in time with the music, launches the skirt into the cheering crowd with the base of the microphone stand. Her dancing now is more aggressive, closing her eyes and gyrating her hips wildly to the loud electronic music. If one were familiar with such establishments, one might swear that she'd worked as a stripper, so perfect was her timing to the music both in dancing and taking off her clothes.

Some say 'tasteless'
When you shake your ass thus
Got your self to give
Put it all on the shelf
Think of the fun times
Embracing the newer you
And in sharing your lust with the world
Just shake your little ass
Embrace yourself, with a life of sleaze
Just know this girl, must aim to please!

So very sexual

You asked me for some lessons
I think I've opened eyes
You asked me what it's all about
And I told you no lies
I taught you how to strut your stuff
And have fun like a damn fool
I hope you've come to realise
Just what you, you must do

As she begins to sing the next part, a thick brass pole begins rising from the centre of the stage behind her. A minority of the crowd decide to cover their eyes at this point - some even leave the arena entirely in protest. The vast majority, though, seem to like where this is going.

"The Hell", you say
"You just gave it all away!"
"The Hell", you say
But know I know the score
"The Hell", you say
"You just gave it all away!"
I'm so risqué
So very sexual!

Again timing her action with the sampled "Oh!", Alexandra spins on her heel and, back to the crowd, rips off her corset. She swings the garment over her head a couple of times before turning back around. She tosses the corset to the craziest part of the crowd as she grips the mic.

I'm so damn sexual!

Topless, the girl closes her eyes and waves her thick black hair about, gyrating in time to the music. Dozens of bills in all types of currency rain down upon the stage as the nearer members of the audience decide to thank her for her performance.

So very sexual...

The crowd erupts as Alexandra grips the hem of her tight leather miniskirt and, rotating her hips, pulls the garment down. She kicks the skirt into the crowd as she does a backflip onto the pole behind her, gripping the brass bar with her legs and hanging upside down. As the guitar solo goes on, she clings tightly to the pole with her knees and pulls herself up to a 'sitting' position. Reaching behind her to grab the pol with both hands, she briefly spreads her legs before bringing them together and flinging her body around the pole. She plants her feet firmly, coming to a rest right in front of the pole, facing the audience. Eyes closed, she starts rubbing against the pole with her back side, her left hand slowly going down her body as she reaches up with her right to caress the pole behind her as she might a lover's face. Just before her left hand makes it all the way down, she suddenly jumps forward and grips the microphone again to finish the song. The music stops abruptly as she sings the final line.

So very sexual!

Breathing hard, legs aching from working the pole, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, Alexandra still seems to have quite thoroughly enjoyed herself. Clad now only in her boots, fishnet stockings, and satin gloves, the girl begins blowing kisses to the crowd. "Thank you!" she cries, smiling at the thunderous applause and raucous reaction to her raunchy performance. "You're too kind! I love you all! Goodnight!" She blows a final kiss and cartwheels backwards off the stage. As if by (hidden, Air Faerie) magick, the money tossed onto the stage follows the girl, funding future performances (and a new outfit).

^† Indeed, her surname means "of the night". Aibell cannot handle sunlight, and tends to wear full-length dresses, elbow-length gloves, and a hat with a rather wide brim.

by **The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles** » Sun Mar 10, 2013 3:16 am

Aron: Hello again Paradystopia and the Lymryk Isles.
Yapper: Yes, we're back here at the lactating frog show ...
Aron: C'mon Yapper. Cheer up. I'm sure there'll be something else you like just around the corner
Yapper: I hope so
Aron: Maybe Motsuki will be more to your taste? Because here they are now with 'Sugar Candy Love'. Everyone, the Hagasvyo entry.

Hagasvyo Performs

Yapper: Doo doo doo. Doodi doodi doo.
Aron: I guess you like that one, seeing as you've been singing along here in the studio?
Yapper: This is good. The music is fun and happy.
Aron: I didn't get the whole old man with saxophone bit though
Yapper: That was a little weird, but the music is fun.
Aron: Suit yourself
Yapper: Anyway, coming onto the stage now in the Fae Omega entry. 'Home, Sweet Home' by ... Abafera? or is that Apafera ... I think there's a computer glitch.
Aron: No, no error. It's Aþafera
Yapper: How are you even pronouncing that?
Aron: ... err ... I don't actually know ...

Fae Omega Performs

Yapper: *sigh* ... Back to the gloomy stuff
Aron: That was a great song!
Yapper: All I hear is 'moan moan moan'
Aron: Well, I thought it was stunning. Visually and musically. A top contender in my book.
Yapper: You would ...
Aron: Not all songs need to be about happiness. That would make music so banal.
Yapper: I've got nothing again depressing songs, as long as you don't play them to me.
Aron: You otters are certainly stubborn
Yapper: Anyway, next on is New Ecopia

New Ecopia Performs
Space reserved - re: Disqualification

Bloodbath Generation Performs

Yapper: Yeah! Woo! New favourite
Aron: I actually kinda like this one too, despite the rather crass lyrics
Yapper: What is a 'dumb bitch' anyway? I'm assuming it's some sort of fish I've never heard of.
Aron: That's probably for the best, Yapper
Yapper: I wonder what a 'dumb bitch' tastes of?
Aron: By the lyrics, I'd assume menstruation ...
Yapper: Oh, so more like frog then?
Aron: I couldn't possibly know Yapper
Yapper: So you've never taste...
Aron: I'm gonna stop you right there Yapper. Please, for the good of Paradystopia and all her sister states watching live right now, do not finish that sentence.
Yapper: ... Oh, Okay. So you have then? You just don't want people to know about it?
Aron: ... Why did I have to get you as a co-host? ...
Yapper: 'Salright bud. Your secret's safe with me.
Aron: ... the answer is 'no' anyway ... also,we're on live television ...
Yapper: Oh, i forgot ...
Aron: Moving swiftly on, please welcome to the stage our illustrious hosts. This is Anna Petravona with 'Love is not a game' representing Polkopia.

Polkopia Performs

Yapper: Not too impressed ... Had a decent beat, but we've already had so many songs like this.
Aron: I take your point, I did kinda enjoy it but it didn't really stand out as special for me.
Yapper: When do we get to the fish songs? I'm starting to get hungry.
Aron: Oh, there's a mini-bar at the back of the studio. Maybe someone put some fish in there? I doubt it, but you could have a look. Can't you wait until the next performance though? I'm sure everyone at home is finding this conversation a little off-topic ...
Yapper: But I'm hungry! Pteronurians would understand.
Aron: We broadcast to a much larger area than just the Lymryk Isles. We're a Paradystopi network.
Yapper: I'm Huuuuuuunnnnngryyyyyyyyyy!
Aron: Fine, just go. Be quick!
Yapper: Will do!
[yapper exits]
Aron: Well, Ladies and Gentleman and Otters, whilst Yapper finds some refreshments. I'll take this oppurtunity to remind you all that voting will be open on our website once all the acts have performed. Any votes made before then may not be counted.
Yapper (off camera): Does Vodka have fish in it?
Aron: Excuse me viewers
Aron (to offstage): I'm trying to do a bloody broadcast! And vodka has no fish in it.
Yapper (off camera): Oh, Thanks
Aron: Whilst I tend to my idiotic co-host. Please enjoy the Sÿrchesi entry, 'Jeg Er Kvinde' by Joliet Thomasson.
Yapper (off camera): I heard that!

Syrche Performs

(back onstage)Yapper: Dancy! And cool! That's in my top songs of the evening
Aron: I wasn't too keen, to be honest.
Yapper: Yeah well, you like all the boring music.
Aron: I do not!
Yapper: Whatever. Also, there was no fish in the mini-bar.
Aron: Good job I don't like fish then. Although I am feeling like I might need a vodka after all this with you though.
Yapper: I might go find some fish. Maybe Flappy has some backstage?
Aron: You can't just leave the broadcast! There are loads more acts to come!
Yapper: Loads more?! I'm famished already!
Aron: I can't do this alone. I need another host to bounce my ideas of. If it's just me, It's a bit of a one-sided view of the acts.
Yapper: Ulf'll do it.
Aron: What?
Yapper: Ulf, the soundman. He likes music.
Aron: But ... wait ... what?! You can't be serious!
Yapper: Yeah, Ulf can fill in my slot. I'll go off and get some fish from Flappy and do some backstage interviews.
Aron: What?! ... What the fuck is going on?
Yapper: Ladies and Gentlemen and Otters, I will be now departing for the backstage to talk with the acts in the green room and get their views on the performances thus far. Taking my position will be Ulf Kharlok.
Aron: WHAT?!
Yapper: See you soon Guys!
[Yapper exits]
Aron: What?! What is happening?
[Ulf enters]
Ulf: Hey
Aron: I'm not happy about this Ulf. This isn't in the plan.
Ulf: Whatever
Aron: Someone get me Yapper! Now!
Ulf: Chill dude. I'm here. Next on is the Fusha Me-Bar entrant. It's Iskra Hatarnu with 'Kur Shiu Bie'
Aron: What?! That's my line!
Ulf: Whatever dude
Aron: Stop calling me dude! Someone get me that fucking otter!
Ulf: Chill dude

Fusha Me-Bar Performs

Aron: Ladies and Gentlemen and Otters, after a ... 'discussion' ... with our producer. May I be the first to welcome our new host, Ulf Kharlok.
Ulf: Hi
Aron: So, Fusha Me-Bar, I liked it, a lot. Upbeat and catchy. Your thoughts?
Ulf: Crap
Aron: ...
Ulf: ...
Aron: ... nothing more to add?
Ulf: Very crap?
Aron: So what sort of music do you like?
Ulf: Metal. The heavier, the better
Aron: Anything else?
Ulf: Nope
Aron: Oh good grief ... this is gonna be a long night. Can we cut to commercials? Please?
Ulf: See you soon

by **Zavlia** » Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:00 pm

Hazal: Damlem ve Hoslem, besh fortseptam, pragoshim Kanslav bi kanslautum pam XuAretz Ludatsa.
Hedva: Mazel Hav, ani lo kun shpak okua!
Hazal: (laughs) oku bibak Jeshtalav.

XuAretz Ludatsa perform

Hedva: Wow, zak Stimmalav bi shel storim ve krizim.
Hazal: khen, ani joshbak okua, oka bi armim ka?
Hedva: ani glavbak khen. Ani josh azal Postkartilav.
Hazal: vek, ani lo josh Olkeplema. Kanslav Eae sose he. Kanslakhem Flappy.

Paradystopi Lymryk isles perform

Hedva: hmm…
Hazal: ani lo joshbak okua, nushir glavbak dak?!

Hagasvyo perform

Fae Omega perform

Hazal: Azal bi olzim vek ani glav Laulem lo biquat okua.
Hedva: zimmt

[i]Bloodbath generation perform[/i]

Hedva: Muzilav bibak shonim vek ani glav Parolem bi lo shmekh.
Hazal: zimmt, besh nokh fortsepta.
Hedva: Ani ashka Orslema, ani baifabak Orslavplatzlava.
Hazal: Azal bi shonim ka?
Hedva: Khen

Polkopia perform

Hedva: Anna bi shonim ve riv storim Stimmalava.
Hazal: khen, Kanslav des Syrche bi kanslautum pam Joliet Thomasson.

Syrche perform

Hedva: ani joshbak Muzilava duo
Hazal: khen, Joliet corigorbak hav
Hedva: sin glav dak?
Hazal: khen… shirvalka, Fusha me Bar

Fusha me Bar perform

Hazal: Ani joshbak okua, vek ani lo kunbak imrukci Parolema.
Hedva: khen, vek besh kun vis Parolema colcinva Corigorilavac
Hazal: Damlem ve Hoslem, besh bi shel rakihotim shirlam Tarja kanslalior bishua Kanslava Harli Harli. Vejlaknu, besh vis bishua Postkartilava, ani joshjit shpek, ani ali Tarja gagnalior Top-si. Sin glav dak?
Hedva: ani zimma. Azal Kanslav bi roshel beseder et bishuac untizim Kanslavac.
Hazal. Zimmt. Tarja bi i Kanslaplatzlavac, lar Mazel Hav Tarja! (they cheer)

Zavlia perform

Hedva: Ani ashkabak azal Kanslava.
Hazal: besh corigorbak, ani ashka Tarja, shonim, storim Stimmalav, oncler bi mai hoksimuzilav. Untizim Lantilem joshbak Tarja, ani glav besh rivlior roshel Puntlema et Worldvizyon 24!
Hedva: Khen. Nushir corigorbak lam Zavliakhemac.
Hazal: Lar, besh rivlior Pauzilava.

by **The Nuclear Fist** » Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:07 pm

Rustonian entry
22: The One Who Remains by Mustafa Akbalut
With this tune.

Mustafa Akbalut walked upon the stage, wearing a cheap cheap black suit he had bought only a few hours earlier. In his hand he held a tambourine. Stroking his thick, unkempt beard, the lights begin to grow dim and the shuffling of actors and props begins to grow into a rhythm in its own right. In a moment, all the lights come on at once. An ear shattering explosion is heard, blinding light exploding from the dozens of television screens as dozens of nuclear explosions are shown. Scorching winds explode from somewhere behind Mustafa, scattering harmless debris and ash outwards. The sudden display illuminates Mustafa, as well as the band of accordion players and violinists that had assembled.

As the lights begin to dim bathing the stage in an orange and yellow glow, Mustafa begins to sing.

Our world has met its demise,
As the sun began to rise.
That morning the bombs fell,
And unleashed a hell,
That left its sole survivor surprised.

A spotlight illuminates an area to the left of Mustafa, where a frightened and badly burned man turns from the winds behind the stage, running into what was made to look like a concrete bunker, shutting the heavy door on the crowd of desperate and similarly burned and dirty people. As their silent cries grow more in unison, Mustafa claps his hand to the tambourine once more, and a massive cloud of orange and yellow gas smoke and streamers envelop the mock crowd. Distant screams are heard moments before the cloud dissipates, revealing piles of charred corpses.

I am the one who remains,
Hidden from the glowing rains.
This bunker is my tomb,
And in this concrete room,
I can feel myself going insane.

The 'wall' of the bunker is silently removed by crew, revealing a decrepit, dirty old man with a long, thick beard and a bald head. He wears tattered robes and squats against a wall, carving another mark in an endless procession of them, indicating the time he had been down there. Yellowed photographs of people adorn the walls, rusted tins of food and drink littering the floor. In the corner upon a wooden table, a radio quietly hums its static. An unseen camera zooms in on the old man's face, blowing it up on the many television screens. His beard is unkempt and his eyes are bloodshot, face covered in dirt and grease. In an instant, the 'bunker' grows dark once more.

My soul longs to look at the sky,
But in the light, I would surely fry.
Summer shall never end,
So I will not pretend,
And in the cold darkness, I cry.

Dim, flickering lights illuminate the bunker, showing the old man solemnly rubbing a faded painting of the sky upon the wall. He presses his head against it, tears streaming from his eyes. The television screens cut to an image of the sky outside, glowing an angry, fiery orange, the sun a malignant presence. The image slowly gets bigger, revealing more and more of the horizon. Fires still rage, pillars of smoke rising into the sky. The bunker grows dark once more.

All I've known and loved is dead,
The static fills me with dread.
Naught corpses out there,
The thought brings me to despair,
And so I hunt, purging it from my head.

The old man is next shown sitting at the table, passionately fiddling with a rusted radio, the static masking his mutterings. The television screens continue to slowly pan out, revealing a totally obliterated landscape, burning ruins of cities and the land pockmarked with craters. Fields of corpses in various states can be made out in the streets betwixt the rubble. In the sky, faded images of a younger man in clean robes posing for a photograph with his wife and children are shown, only for the picture to burn up a few moments later. The lights cut out.

That moment seems so long ago,
I was fiddling with my radio.
Her words crackled in with a hiss,
My heart swelled with happiness,
And thus began the show.

This old man was foolish, I confess.
But it was love that clouded, I stress.
Need for her had taken root,
And so I crafted a suit,
That would let me pursue under duress.

The bunker lights erupt in a flash of light, now showing the man desperately working a radio as a message whose words cannot be heard come in. On the screen, a montage of the old man hammer, welding, and stringing wires together is shown. The lights cut out for a moment, and in the bunker the old man is revealed to be wearing a crude environmental suit, reminiscent of old diving suits. He wrenches the ancient bunker door with all his might, clouds of dust obscuring him completely as he does so. Just before it goes dark, the sound of creaking hinges and a bunker door slamming shut are heard.

My pack is filled with tools, water, and food,
And a gift, lest she think I am rude.
Her words on my mind, I made haste,
And ventured unto the waste,
Chaos, I did intrude.

Once more, winds from backstage exploded outwards, scattering dust and harmless ash outwards. The old man, lumbering forward in his heavy suit courtesy of a walking stick, is shown with a large rucksack on his back. He mutters to himself, a mysterious tin box clutched in his hand. He struggles to slog through smoldering debris and old corpses, most little more than ash, maimed skeletons, or naturally mummified bodies. The video screens show the ruined city from above, burning sun hanging high in the sky.

All I've known and loved is dead,
The static fills me with dread.
Naught but corpses out there,
The thought brings me to despair,
And so I hunt, purging it from my head.

Now the old man is shown in a different part of the ruined industrial landscape, standing atop some sort of rubble cliff and peering through a spyglass. The video screens show him atop the combined rubble of several buildings, the wreckage of a crashed plane just barely visible under his feet. In the distance, a massive radio tower can barely be made out upon the horizon, standing tall amongst the rubble.

My journey had long since begun,
Yet I fought on, under the bitter sun.
My body could not cope,
Yet I could not lose hope,
Until I had reached my finale and won.

The video screens closed in the old man's face as he finally spotted the tower, his solemn mask of depression and grief giving way to one of ecstatic, boyish happiness. Onstage, the old man brushed a hand in front of his face, clearing debris from knocking him over. He began slogging forward far faster and with much more energy than he had beforehand. As he neared the radio tower, the a distinctly feminine murmur began to slowly rise in the background, finally growing into a powerful crescendo as he reached the tower's base and began climbing a rusted ladder. Finally, he reached the radio room at the top, the stage going dark as he does so.

There was no girl waiting for me,
And yet I felt no misery.
With this journey, my sadness did cease,
And so, with my fate I made peace,
That recording was my destiny.

The video screens show the old man screaming in rage, tears streaming down his cheeks and soaking his beard. He kicked a part of the wall, crashing his foot through it and sending rubble tumbling through the air. He begins smashing the room up, throwing things through windows and against walls. When he turns to the command centre, he sees that a piece of debris had fallen from the ceiling and hit a button that played a recorded message calling for help on a loop. Next to the computer systems is a dusty skeleton in women's clothing, a rusted handgun nearby and a hole in the side of its head. A series of images flash across the screens, showing a distresses woman frantically speaking into a microphone, and after what appears to be weeks without answer, committing suicide.

The old man falls to his knees and weeps. He sobs and sobs uncontrollably, pounding his fist against the metal floor. Finally, he raises up, tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes contrasting with the smile upon his craggy face. The screens pan out onto the horizon, showing the sun rapidly setting upon a charred and dead landscape of rubble and desert. On the stage, the man emerges from the radio room onto a small platform, removing the rusted guard rails with ease. He falls to one knee and removes the small tin box from his pack, opening it and revealing it to be a music box. He attaches a little brass crank to the side and winds it up, watching the little ballerina dance around as the tune plays. The man stands up and approaches the edge of the balcony, removing his helmet and tossing it back next to the music box. The intense heat and winds already begin to take their toll on his face. Closing his eyes and smiling, the man raises his arms and falls forward. The stage goes dark.

A newborn star falls from the sky,
As a burning sun lays down to die.
Thus comes to end his final day,
As darkness envelopes his eternal grave.

The music stops, and Mustafa's voice rises to an operatic soprano, yet sung at what was barely above a whisper.

The video screens show a silhouette of the radio tower set against the sun, nearly complete set beyond the horizon. Darkness begins to fall, stars can be made out. Contrasting the newly dark sky, however, is something falling from the tower at high speeds, a burning streak not unlike a comet's tail following behind it. The object's descent appears slow, but just as the sun disappears over the horizon, it hits the ground with a tremendous force. The stage quakes and dirt and light debris spray out everywhere, clouds of dust enveloping the entirety of the stage as the song ends. The dust settles a minute afterward.

by **Kingsley Bedford** » Tue Mar 12, 2013 10:22 pm

Kingfordian Commentary
COMMENTATORS:
NATALIA MOLOROVSKAYA
NADEZHDA VARISSIAN

Natalia: Welcome back to WorldVision Song Contest 25!
Nadezdha: And now the performance you've all been waiting for Kingsley Bedford's Sergei Aramov & Carla Rezantia!

KINGSLEY BEDFORD PERFORMANCE
Natalia: Wow... They did better than I thought they would. We have a chance I think. I loved their performance
Nadezhda: And the song is good, I think people will like it. I know I did
Natalia: And did you see that Yuliana Pashkchenko is there with Sergei?
Nadezhda: Yes, but she is engaged to him so no surprises there.
Natalia: Kingfordian viewers cannot vote for Kingsley Bedford, so let's hope that the other countries do
Nadezhda: Next up is Eireann Fae

EIREANN FAE PERFORMANCE
Natalia: Another sexual act, there's a lot of those this year for some reason
Nadezhda: Enough already! But good song anyway. I liked it
Natalia: To vote for Eireann Fae add 21 to the number on your screen

RUSTONIAN ENTRY
Natalia: Not bad, not a winner but middle of the scoreboard I predict
Nadezdha: I liked it
Natalia: To vote for this entry add 22
Nadezhda: Now we take another break and we'll be back soon

by **Zwangzug** » Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:49 pm

23. ZWANGZUG
SURRENDER, by SOOTH
Melody is here

Corey Jaghett, the lead singer of Sooth, begins in the center of the stage; a few instrumentalists are perched on a platform in the back, slanted so that they're a little higher than the main stage, with an empty space behind them higher still. Jaghett is wearing a dark, rather formal, suit with a crimson tie. The backing dancers wear bright white clothing instead. At first, the background screen is bright as well; it blurs their faces to a certain extent. At first, they are clustered close behind him, but one by one peal off as he sings the first verse.

Let me burn,
Round the corner I watch my friends all turn.
Like the rest
Who say they'd learn.
Ah, and yet
I'm afraid they'll know regret.
Haven't done their best.
There's no one true I've met.

Slowly, red curves dance across the screen, some thick, some thin. They come together and drifting apart like tiny rivers, or veins. The dancers also come together, until their shoulders are nearly touching, and crouch low so Jaghett, standing behind them, is still visible; he is just a little taller than them.

Everywhere
The only thing I follow's my heart.
Life is fair
But you have to play your part.
The time to sing
Is when you're up against a wall,
If you just bring
My heart in your hands, we can give our all.

Jaghett pokes his head between each pair of the dancers, but they lock hands, unyielding, and he moves down the row. Black specks pop up at random on the screen, and slowly the red lines fade, until it looks like it's been spray-painted.

What else can I do?
Surrender, surrender
Put my trust in you,
My heart was too tender,
Left me to my fate,
There's no time for whining
Nothing to create,
You'll find me resigning.

The backing dancers, as well as Jaghett, move quickly across the stage in every direction. His voice is projected loudly so he can still be heard, even for brief moments when his back is to the audience. Cameras project the shadows of all of the dancers onto the screen, and the shadows blur for a few moments after the dancers have left (sometimes overlapping even when two people are running in different directions) before slowly fading.

You can find
Though our many paths will wind
They all stop
And there you know you've lost your mind.
Come and see
You must stop running to be free.
It threw me too.
But then, you never cared for me.

Jaghett stops at the corner of the stage, in front of the audience. He mimes having trouble with his microphone, though of course he can be heard just fine. The dancers cup their hands around their mouths, as if to amplify mute voices, slowly spreading out until they could just about form a line with hands touching. Towards the end of the verse, Jaghett flips a metal coin out of his pocket. The dancers take turns kicking it down the row, until the last just kicks it off towards the edge of the stage.

Just another man
Surrender, surrender
Trust a higher plan,
Ignore legal tender,
I'm nobody great
Despite my designing
Easy now to state
It's better resigning.

The dancers curve out their hands and then wave them up and down to create a wave pattern--or a more violent one, like the ground trembling underneath them. The screen is dark gray, with white lines streaking across it at bizarre angles. Jaghett slowly crosses the stage behind them, pretending to stumble as he does so, and at last hurls himself towards a few steps at the edge of the platform in the back.

Just past noontide
The ground now shakes
I've been running
Away from all of these mistakes
And you never came back to explain things
You never said what was better
You don't need the main things
You don't stand together.

Jaghett climbs up to the empty space behind the band and kneels, his upper legs rising upright to support the rest of him. The dancers make a half-circle around the band, their backs to the audience, stomping their feet in place, as the screen slowly fades out.

Now I can be sure
Though hope is but slender,
Though my heart's impure,
Surrender, surrender.
Here outside the door,
Though hope is but slender,
Dream a little more,
Surrender, surrender.
I won't take your bait
I'm tired of pining,
But at any rate
A new day is shining,
Now beyond this mate,
Don't come to remind me.

"Many thanks, Polkopia, thank you to all the world!" Jaghett smiles, and they leave the stage.

by **New Carloso** » Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:51 pm

Carloso wrote:24. Carloso - Say my Name by Gomez
Tune: Only Love Survives by Ryan Dolan

Terrence Gomez (Singer)
Gregory Parangosky (Drummer)
Alfred Mendez (Drummer)
Jacob Halsey (Drumer)

The act is waiting behind stage. Transcript is below:

Terrence Gomez: Okay folks! Were up next.
Gregory Parangosky: Are you going to throw in a few military quotes?
Terrence Gomez: Ha, don't piss me off marine.
Gregory Parangosky: Ha it didn't do you very good, did it?
Terrence Gomez: Well look at it this way, you just have to beat the drum. (phone rings)
Margaret Gomez: (on phone) Terrence! Good luck over there! Were watching back home on CBC!
Terrence Gomez: Thanks mom! I'll be back before you know it. Keep the coffee hot! (Turns off phone)
Gregory Parangosky: Okay... act commencing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

The four, 3 drummers and Terrence appear on stage and the music starts playing.
All my life I've loved you
Watching you with others to my dismay
But when my time came your mind was wiped clean of memories,
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Stage is darkened then suddenly lights up.
And yet you can't say my name!
And we’ve danced all night long.
If you could just remember.
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Could you please say my name
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Or I'll have to leave you babe for the day
‘Why can't you just say my name.

I'll have to tell you now babe, don’t be afraid
But even then there is no point if you can't say my name

All my life I've loved you
Watching you with others to my dismay
But when my time came your mind was wiped clean of memories,
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Could you please say my name
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
‘Why can't you just say my name.

Darken out.

Meanwhile in Carlossian Broadcasting Company Commentator Box
CBC Commentator 1: (Standing up to rapturous applause) Oh my! That was brilliant! Go Carloso! That was of course Say my Name by Gomez everyone!

CBC Commentator 2: (In agreement) Yes Chris! That was truly the performance of the night so far. The rest have some challenge to live up to!

by **Anollasia** » Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:25 pm

25. Anollasia
AS&MU- Songbird

The stage is illuminated with blue lights, while there is a tree in the centre (obviously not a real tree, but a realistic looking one). A latch opens up in the tree, which the duet walks out of. Asli Saribag and Michael Underwood. The audience applauds. Asli sits at the grand concert piano, while Michael sits on a nearby stool; acoustic guitar in hand. He starts picking and out comes the gentle noise of D Major. Asli starts playing on the piano, slowly. She sings in a high pitched voice.

Imagine
By the creek
Stood a tree
Look inside the tree
What do you see?

The lights focus on Michael while he sings the next verse in a slightly deep voice. You can also notice on the screen is a 2D image of a tree zooming on the songbird (which is apparently a Blue Jay).

I see a songbird
Singing chirps of joy
You know you cannot avoid
The songbird

The lights go back to Asli.

Awaiting the songbird’s songs are such a thrill
Maybe
Just maybe
That songbird has a gift
Causing a drift
Of happiness

Both of them sing ''of happiness'' together. Next second, they get up and get on the piano and start dancing similar to the Waltz. Michael sings powerfully without any instruments (brackets means that Asli is singing).

I wish that songbird can make us live
Without worrying about tomorrow
(Without worrying about tomorrow)
Living without sorrow
(Living without sorrow)

They both get down and sit at the piano, Asli playing it, and Michael playing his guitar, as a source of rhythm. This time Asli sings powerfully, Michael sings backing vocals.

Songbird

Please do sing

Your soft voice is a gift
To help my feelings get a lift
Oh, please can you sing?
It’s a miraculous thing
And let us not worry about tomorrow
(Not worry about tomorrow)
Make us live without the sorrow
(Live without the sorrow)

On the screen flames appear, fitting in with the angry voice of Michael.

Oh, songbird
Help us paralyse
The evil powers that make up all the lies
And end evil once and for all
Answer our call!

Asli sings the next part quietly. While the piano and guitar noises decrease. On the screen you can see a lifeless landscape, with the tree turning to flakes.

Songbird
The balance of the world

But once I snapped back to reality
The songbird left, such a pity
The tree turned into flakes
The songbird left behind
The ashes of a lifeless kind
I shall continue my life with mistakes

Out of the tree flies out a Blue Jay and the leaves fall off. Michael sings the final part.

And worry about tomorrow
And live with that sorrow
Until the chirps return
It will always burn

They both get up. And Michael surprises the audience; he actually smashes his guitar on the ground. He speaks into the microphone and says, ''That guitar was old anyway.'' He grins. Asli says, ''Thank you, world!'' And they leave the stage, while some crew clean the guitar bits.

by **Euskirribakondara** » Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:31 pm

Placeholder for comments.

And somehow a tag to keep track on the thread.

by **Kishrael** » Fri Mar 15, 2013 4:00 pm

הערוץ הראשון קישראל - Coverage
With Mia Awachu & Perah Kemainah

Mia: Welcome back! Now, let us continue with the show shall we? Now we have Lactatia!
Perah: That is a very dubious name...

Lactatia performs...

Mia: Oh my goodness...
Perah: It's interesting... if lactation is like ejaculating out of the breast, surely that means when woman breastfeed, they're-
Mia: STOP! Please...
Perah: To vote for this... call 09040 02 02 06.
Mia: ... I feel sick...

VIXX performs...

Mia: That VIXX language is very iffy.
Perah: And it was very short.
Mia: Now it's Vampirium!

Vampirium performs...

Perah: That's got to be one of my favourites!
Mia: Although he sounded like the biggest douchebag dedicating the song to "all the special people in the audience".
Perah: I apologize for my colleagues language...
Mia: Nah... we're not sorry. Anyway, yeah, it was a good song, but I'm not sure if it's good enough to get into the top 10, we'll see.
Perah: To vote for it, add 08 to the number on your screen.

XuAretz Iudatsa performs...

Perah: I enjoyed that one, it was sweet.
Mia: Yeah, but it was boring... nothing really happened.
Perah: To vote for this, call 09040 02 02 09.
Mia: Now, we have the Lymryk Isles, who are being represented by otters who make clicking noises.

Lymryk Isles performs...

Perah: Wow... was this contest ever really taken seriously...
Mia: If they win, seriously, I'll eat bacon.
Perah: Eugh... anyway, I'm a bit speechless after that...
Mia: Add 10 if that's your thing... Hagasvyo's next.

Hagasvyo performs...

Mia: That Hagasvyo language is very iffy.
Perah: And it was very short.
Mia: Now it's Vampirium!

by **Kingsley Bedford** » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:14 am

New Carloso wrote:
Carloso wrote:24. Carloso - Say my Name by Gomez
Tune: Only Love Survives by Ryan Dolan

Terrence Gomez (Singer)
Gregory Parangosky (Drummer)
Alfred Mendez (Drummer)
Jacob Halsey (Drumer)

The act is waiting behind stage. Transcript is below:

Terrence Gomez: Okay folks! Were up next.
Gregory Parangosky: Are you going to throw in a few military quotes?
Terrence Gomez: Ha, don't piss me off marine.
Gregory Parangosky: Ha it didn't do you very good, did it?
Terrence Gomez: Well look at it this way, you just have to beat the drum. (phone rings)
Margaret Gomez: (on phone) Terrence! Good luck over there! Were watching back home on CBC!
Terrence Gomez: Thanks mom! I'll be back before you know it. Keep the coffee hot! (Turns off phone)
Gregory Parangosky: Okay... act commencing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

The four, 3 drummers and Terrence appear on stage and the music starts playing.

Stage is darkened then suddenly lights up.

Darken out.

Meanwhile in Carlossian Broadcasting Company Commentator Box
CBC Commentator 1: (Standing up to rapturous applause) Oh my! That was brilliant! Go Carloso! That was of course Say my Name by Gomez everyone!

CBC Commentator 2: (In agreement) Yes Chris! That was truly the performance of the night so far. The rest have some challenge to live up to!

These are the lyrics to Only Love Survives.... you are not allowed to copy song lyrics... you must have original lyrics.

by **WorldVision Committee** » Sat Mar 16, 2013 12:20 am

Kingsley Bedford wrote:
New Carloso wrote:Darken out.

Meanwhile in Carlossian Broadcasting Company Commentator Box
CBC Commentator 1: (Standing up to rapturous applause) Oh my! That was brilliant! Go Carloso! That was of course Say my Name by Gomez everyone!

CBC Commentator 2: (In agreement) Yes Chris! That was truly the performance of the night so far. The rest have some challenge to live up to!

These are the lyrics to Only Love Survives.... you are not allowed to copy song lyrics... you must have original lyrics.

This means that 'Say My Name' is disqualified. New Carloso is allowed to change it's song though.

by **Kingsley Bedford** » Sat Mar 16, 2013 4:04 am

KINGFORDIAN COMMENTARY
COMMENTATORS:
NATALIA MOLOROVSKAYA
NADEZHDA VARISSIAN

Natalia Molorovskaya: Welcome back, just a quick announcement, 2 songs have been disqualified for plagiarism. New Ecopia and New Carloso
Nadezhda Varissian: tut tut tut... however they have the opportunity to change their entries if they wish to avoid being excluded from the contest
Natalia: Back to the songs

ZWANGZUG ENTRY
Nadezhda: Nice, heartfelt melody and great lyrics. The usual from this country. I quite like this entry
Natalia: It was pleasant and I think it will get points from a lot of countries so good luck to them.
Nadezhda: to vote for Zwangzug add 23 to the number on your screen

NEW CARLOSO ENTRY:
Natalia: Now this is where New Carloso was supposed to perform but they were disqualified as mentioned earlier.
Nadezhda: However they may perform a new entry later on tonight

ANOLLASIA ENTRY
Natalia: That was nice... A little different to what they usually send but I liked it
Nadezhda: The song was very good, something different and it will probably end up around 12th place I think, which is top half of the scoreboard too.
Natalia: to vote for Anollasia add 25
Nadezhda: We'll be right back after the break

by **New Carloso** » Sat Mar 16, 2013 4:48 am

We apologise. We handed in an early prototype of the song accidentally but have now the proper version of the song.

Carloso wrote:24. Carloso - Say my Name by Gomez
Tune: Only Love Survives by Ryan Dolan

Terrence Gomez (Singer)
Gregory Parangosky (Drummer)
Alfred Mendez (Drummer)
Jacob Halsey (Drumer)

The act is waiting behind stage. Transcript is below:

Terrence Gomez: Okay folks! Were up next.
Gregory Parangosky: Are you going to throw in a few military quotes?
Terrence Gomez: Ha, don't piss me off marine.
Gregory Parangosky: Ha it didn't do you very good, did it?
Terrence Gomez: Well look at it this way, you just have to beat the drum. (phone rings)
Margaret Gomez: (on phone) Terrence! Good luck over there! Were watching back home on CBC!
Terrence Gomez: Thanks mom! I'll be back before you know it. Keep the coffee hot! (Turns off phone)
Gregory Parangosky: Okay... act commencing in 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

The four, 3 drummers and Terrence appear on stage and the music starts playing.
All my life I've loved you
Watching you with others to my dismay
But when my time came your mind was wiped clean of memories,
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Stage is darkened then suddenly lights up.
And yet you can't say my name!
And we’ve danced all night long.
If you could just remember.
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Could you please say my name
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Or I'll have to leave you babe for the day
‘Why can't you just say my name.

I'll have to tell you now babe, don’t be afraid
But even then there is no point if you can't say my name

All my life I've loved you
Watching you with others to my dismay
But when my time came your mind was wiped clean of memories,
I'll make you remember, you'll know me in the end.

Could you please say my name
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
Just say (Just say), only say (only say)
‘Why can't you just say my name.

Darken out.

ALSO CAN I STRESS CLEARLY. I AM TITLED AS THE REPUBLIC OF CARLOSO. NEW CARLOSO IS IS PLACE BECAUSE OF AN EARLIER EVENT THAT I WON'T EXPLAIN. ANYWAY PLEASE EVERYONE, ANY NEW CARLOSO MENTION HAS TO BE REPLACED BY CARLOSO NOT NEW CARLOSO

by **The Paradystopi Lymryk Isles** » Sun Mar 17, 2013 5:05 am

Ulf: Yo dudes, Welcome back
Aron: 'Yo dudes'?
Ulf: Yup
Aron: You don't really understand professionallism do you?
Ulf: Like I care man.
Aron: Right ... Well, welcome back to the PLI coverage of the Worldvision Song Contest 25 with me; Aron Noskelta and Ulf Kharnok. We also have Yapper Stinkypaws as our roving reporter in the green room and I'm just receiving word that he's currently with the Zwangzug entrant, Corey Jaghett of Sooth. Over to you Yapper.

Yapper: Yo dudes! Having being given a spare fish by Flappy and his entourage, I'm ready to rock 'n' roll. Right now I'm here with Sooth's Corey Jaghett of Zwangzug. Corey, so, are you looking forward to performing in front of the crowd here in Peeto?
Corey: Yes, of course!
Yapper: Awesome. Looking forward to your song. Do you think you have a chance of a good result?
Corey: I've put a lot of work into this, but the voting can be so arbitrary that I don't want to get my hopes up.
Yapper: Sounds like a good mentality to adopt. We Lymrykers, we're just here for the fish. Do you like fish, by the way?
Corey: No
Yapper: Oh ... So what did you think of the Lymryk entry?
Corey: Mellow
Yapper: Yeah, I suppose it was sorta mellow. One final question, have any of the other acts impressed you thus far?
Corey: Personally, none particularly, but some of my backing singers have enjoyed the hosts' performance, as well as Fae Omega and Rustonia's.
Yapper: Fantastic. Thank you Corey for your time and now we're going straight to the stage for 'Harli, Harli' from Zavlia.

Zavlia performs

Ulf: Didn't like it
Aron: Seriously though, are you likely to like anything tonight?
Ulf: Doubt it
Aron: ... fantastic ... I kinda enjoyed it. 'Bouncy' as Yapper would probably say. Nice ethnic vibe with a contemporary pop feel. Good voice too.
Ulf: No electric guitars
Aron: No fish either, but I'm more interested in the music than these preset parameters you at Yapper have set yourselves.
Ulf: Chill dude. You wanted my opinion. That's what I'm here for.
Aron: Not really. You're actually here to keep a check on the mic levels for this broadcast.
Ulf: I can multi-task
Aron: Anyway, next up is 'Thrive', by Elza Arvik of Crolacia.

Crolacia performs

Ulf: Slightly raunchy, I like that. Shame the music was crap
Aron: Not at all. Raunchy, yes, a little. Nothing compared to some of the other acts. The music was decent however. I'm sure I heard a bass guitar.
Ulf: So ... Flappy's band used a tuba, I wouldn't call them a symphonic.
Aron: So, if you had to rate 'Thrive' out of ten?
Ulf: Two, for the aggressive, yet sexy dancing.
Aron: O ... K ... Ah! I'm just receiving word that Yapper is currently with Amély Rührer of Worszary. Yapper? You there?

Yapper: Hey guys. Reading you loud and clear. Amély, first question, the important one. Do you like fish?
Amély: Erm... well, fish... I'm a vegetarian, I don't eat meat but I do eat fish, although not very often. It's OK but not really my cup of tea actually, so to give an answer to your question: no!
Yapper: Oh ... that's disappointing. Anyway, moving on. Are you looking forward to performing tonight?
Amély: Of course I am! I am totally unheard of in my own country, Worszary, but I'm about to release my début album. I have never really performed live in a big venue like this, so well, of course I am. I am sure it is going to be a great experience.
Yapper: I'm sure you'll be fine. They seem like a nice crowd, just watch out for the Vixxians (whispered: they like frogs, weirdos) Anyway, yes, we're looking forward to hearing you perform. Do you think you have a good chance in the contest?
Amély: I really don't know... I can't believe I'm actually standing here, I'm just 17 year old, you know. I hope people like my song as much as I do!
Yapper: Cool, and finally, who have been your favourite performers of the evening so far?
Amély: To name a few.. Lisa Fellacina from Quinntopia is a great singer, Zafira from Kalosia has a sweet song, the entry from Kingsley Bedford is also very powerful... Daria Shulamit's a great performer... That are the best ones in my opinion, but hey, everybody's great, really.
Yapper: Amély, thank you for your time. Next on we have Sergei Aramov and Carla Rezantia with 'I Need you my Love' representing Kingsley Bedford and I'll try to catch them once they come off stage for a quick interview. Ladies and gentlemen and otters, 'I Need you my Love'.

Kingsley Bedford performs

Yapper: Everyone, I'm here with Sergei Aramov and Carla Rezantia and err ... Sergei, who is woman you have with you?
Sergei: This is my fiancee Yuliana Pashkchenko. She's a opposition politician in Kingsley Bedford and she used to be a singer before entering politics. She represented Kingsley Bedford alongside me in WV17 and we have been together for a couple of years now. We're getting married early next year and she's just here for support tonight.
Yapper: Well, it's certainly a WorldVision extravaganza tonight. Congratulations from the Lymryk Isles on your upcoming marriage. Anyway, to business, how do you think your performance went tonight?
Sergei: I think it went well, I think we gave the best perfornance we could. We've worked extremely hard for this performance and we're proud of what we've done and we hope that we've done Kingsley Bedford proud. Now we just sit back and enjoy the show and wait for the results.
Yapper: Well I enjoyed it and hopefully you'll receive a good result. There is some stiff competition though, have any of the other acts impressed you?
Sergei: So far I've been impressed by Communist Quinntopia and Polkopia's entries they were both great songs and the singers had great voices and I think are strong contenders in the contest.
Yapper: Carla? Your thoughts?
Carla: I'd have to agree, but I also liked Lactatia's melody but not the lyrics or the performance. I think there's too much sexual content in some of the entries this year. But the song itself is okay.
Yapper: Do you think you've a chance of winning?
Sergei: I'm very confident we will do well I think we have a great song and the audience seemed to really react well to our performance so that makes me confident we will do well. I hope we win, it would be nice for us. And I just am going to wait and see what happens and hope for the best. But I'm confident in our chances.
Carla: I don't want to speculate too much, but I hope we do win, I think we gave a strong enough performance and now its up to the voters at home to decide and I'd like to thank everyone who has shown us support so far and keep it up.... and please vote for us!
Yapper: Yes indeed. A quick note to our PLI viewers that voting will be open on our website once all the acts have performed. Finally, do you like fish?
Sergei: Um... excuse me? What does that have to do with the contest?
Carla: Why do you want to ask us that sort of question? Are you guys stoned or something?
Yapper: I'll take that as a 'no' then ... err ... Anyway, back to the studio ...

Aron: I think Kingsley Bedford have a good chance. I enjoyed the song very much indeed. Your thoughts Ulf?
Ulf: Was alright, I guess ...
Aron: Wow! That certainly is praise coming from you.
Ulf: Just had more balls to it than a lot of the other entries. It's not like I'd buy it as a single but yeah, it wasn't too bad. Three and a half out of ten.
Aron: Out of interest, what would you give Flappy's song?
Ulf: A half out of ten, as I'm feeling generous ...
Aron: Fair enough. Next up we have Alexandra for Eireann Fae with 'So Very Sexual'

Eireann Fae performs

Ulf: Wow ...
Aron: ... indeed ...
Ulf: Isn't she, like, sixteen ...
Aron: Ermmm ... yes ... yes, i believe she is.
Ulf: Whoa, rock on girl!
Aron: Don't you find it a little distasteful?
Ulf: Whatever man, she can do what she wants for all I care.
Aron: But ... at sixteen?
Ulf: Who are you to judge?
Aron: If it was my daughter, I'd ... well, I'd not allow it.
Ulf: Man, you probably get morally offended at teapot spouts because they're too phallic.
Aron: She's sixteen!
Ulf: And ... ? In Paradystopia, at that age you can legally drive, gamble, smoke, drink and fuck if you want. What's the big deal?
Aron: Well, I don't agree with the law ...
Ulf: Whatever man. Anyway Yapper's currently with Alexandra right now. Yo Yapper!

Yapper: Yo Ulf! Aron is such a prude. How the heck did PLI-one manage to find the only conservative broadcaster in Paradystopia for this show? I believe the term is 'lame'. Anyway, I'm joined now by Alexandra? Alex? Joined now by Alex of Eireann Fae. How was it out there?
Alex: I had fun, and I think most of the audience enjoyed it. I think we'll have to do something more family-friendly next year to make up for it, but I'm pretty satisfied. I hope you liked it!
Yapper: I loved it. Awesome song, great performance and It's got all the prudes up in arms as well, which is funny. So, do you like fish?
Alex: I like aquariums. I can't eat the stuff, though. Fish is popular on Eireann Fae, but I was raised on a different diet. I prefer Black Panther steaks.
Yapper: You just look at fish? That's a bit strange. Anyway, what do you think of your competition? Seen any other acts you like?
Alex: To be honest, I just barely made it here. See, I met this lady at the Strangers' Bar ... Well, that's a story for a different time.
Yapper: Haha. You go girl! Think you've got a chance at winning?
Alex: I don't know. I think I sent a helpful message to my sisteren out there, longing for love. A lot of people aren't comfortable with tits, though, so there's that.
Yapper: Fantastic stuff. Finally, why should any undecided PLI voters vote for Eireann Fae? Sum up your performance in one word.
Alex flashes her characteristically devilish grin, not wasting a moment before saying,
Alex: ... Sexy. It's been a pleasure.
Yapper: The pleasure was all mine. Back to the studio.

Ulf: Thanks Yapper. He's certainly a popular dude down there in the green room.
Aron: ... she's sixteen ...
Ulf: I know man, she should be seen and not heard and learning how to bake and wash pots at that age, right?
Aron: What? ... No dammit! Despite what you and Yapper obviously think, I'm not some right-wing imbecile.
Ulf: Haha ... yeah right dude.
Aron: I'm pretty socially-progressive you know.
Ulf: Sure man
Aron: Look! I'm the anchor of the show. I don't need to take this crap!
Ulf: N'ah man ... it rhymes with 'anchor' though.
Aron: Har har ... so witty ... Anyway, coming onto the stage now is the Rustonian act. 'The One Who Remains' by Mustafa Akbalut

Rustonia performs

Aron: That was great. It's nice to hear something different. 'twas like a sea shanty or such. Ulf?
Ulf: I love his beard.
Aron: And the music?
Ulf: Meh. I liked the gloomy feel as opposed to all the sugary pop we've had to listen to. Was sorta hoping it was gonna kick into something killer, but it didn't.
Aron: One of my favourites so far. Anyway, we're going to take a short commercial break here. Be back real soon.
Ulf: See you soon guys

by **Calimera II** » Sun Mar 17, 2013 6:27 am

25. La Republica Federal de Calimera
''Cold Clouds'' - Cristiano Zapatero-Ríos
Tune (Underwater) *click here*

Calimera has participated at many editions, and is very motivated to do so in the future too. Calimera still hasn't won the WorldVision Song Contest, and the Calimeran participant of this edition are trying to enter in the top 5. Therefore, the (new) Calimeran broadcaster: ''Corona'', has asked the famous Calimeran sanger Cristiano Zapatero-Ríos to perform tonight. Without any hesitation he accepted the invitation of the official broadcaster. Tonight, the 23 years old singer will perform a what he calls 'magical song' for the millions of people watching the contest at home and in Polkopia. When a interviewer asked Cristiano how he came to the idea of his song 'Cold Clouds', Cristiano answered: ''A song is a reflection of your soul, and this song represents me, how I feel everyday.''

The stage is coloured in two colours: Black and White. On the big screen the back, and the many little screens that form a big screen on the floor of the stage, clouds were shown. In the middle Cristiano was sitting, dressed in a classical suit.
The music began to play and Cristiano started singing:

Las lagrimas de mi país, (The tears of my country)
me duelen a mi, (Hurt me)
Dejamos el mundo alreves atras (We leave the world on it's head behind)

Ya no siento penas no, (I don't feel no regret (no)
mi cabeza lo dejo (My head left it (behind)
Un cuento distinto que ayer (A different story than yesterday)

Cristiano stood up, raised his hand in the sky he looked to his hand, and put his hand in his pocket, and walked to meters forwards, were 3 little yellow dots appeared on the screens. These 3 little yellow dots started moving gently on the screens.

When I look to sky
I remember why
I feel so lonely

It's the pain of my friends
It's the pain of this land
The truth is we're fighting back

On the screens at the back, hundreds of little yellow dots started to move 'through the clouds', Cristiano looked with fear to the sky and started singing again.

Cold Clouds
are beneath our feets
El cuento esta torcido (the story is 'crooked' - (false)

Y vamos a, vamos a (And we are going to, we are going to)
Vencer, Vencer! Oh-oo (Defeat, defeat!)

Vencer! -Oh-oo (defeat)

The yellow dots disappeared, and the stage returned to it's original Black and White colour scheme. Cristiano sat down again, and continued with singing in his gentle voice:

Siempre estaba enamorado (I was always in love)
De un país (of one country)
Que yo si amo, si (that I love (yes)

Las lagrimas de mi país, (The tears of my country)
me duelen a mi, (Hurt me)
Dejamos el mundo alreves atras (We leave the world on it's head behind)

When I look to sky
I remember why
I feel so lonely

It's the pain of my friends
It's the pain of this land
The truth is we're fighting back

At the screens on the back it began raining. And it also began raining on the seat were Cristiano was sitting on. The water reflected the yellow dots that 'returned'. Cristiano continued singing like nothing happened:

Cold Clouds
are beneath our feets
El cuento esta torcido (the story is 'crooked' - (false)

Y vamos a, vamos a (And we are going to, we are going to)
Vencer, Vencer! Oh-oo (win, win!)

Vencer! -Oh-oo (Defeat (Vencer can also be translated as defeat)

Vencer, Vencer, Vencer (Win, win, win)
Vamos a vencer (And we are going to win)
Con el amor para (With the love towards)
nuestra querida patria (our dear motherland)
podemos vencer! (We can win)
Vencer! Vencer! (Win, win)

Con el amor podemos Vencer, (We the love we can win)

Vencer... (win...)

The yellow dots at the back 'joined' into one big yellow dot, symbolizing the sun. When Cristiano left, after saying: 'I love you! Thank you!' the sun broke apart in thousands of little pieces..

by **Alambiya** » Sun Mar 17, 2013 7:16 am

This is the song Alambiya will be using in the Worldvision Song Contest 2013, it will be sang by Amélie de Vereah

The Maiden of Old Trinity by Herald Lionhead 1893

This is the story of a young Alambiyan girl living in the town of Trinity, who’s parents have both passed away. (She is believed to have been based on a real woman called Hetty Cartwright who lived during the Victorian period.)
It tells the tale of a young man named Michael Blunt who has been advised by his parents to marry this young woman, but she refused full heartedly, as she was in love with a man named Sir Gregory Hugh. This song was translated from Alambiyan in 1911 by Mathieu Lebras.

Amélie walks on to the stage in her designer 'KT' brand pink dress and her hair neatly held up with pink blossoms, the audience applaude her and she begins.

Chorus:
We don’t have to get together - - - just because our Parents said we have to get together - - - together - - - forever.

Verse 1:
I am but a young maiden roaming the streets of Trinity, selling goods I inherited from my late mother Felicity.
Michael Blunt forces me into courtship, when all I want is a basic friendship. His parents say I will be a good wife, when all I want to do is live a good life.

Chorus:
We don’t have to get together - - - just because our Parents said we have to get together - - - together - - - forever.

Verse 2:
Your mother thinks she’s always right, back off swine I ein’t looking for a fight.
Treating us like cattle ready for breeding I’ve got something to tell you love, I ein’t leaving - and as for you’re father I’m not depressing I’m bereaving.

Chorus:
We don’t have to get together - - - just because our Parents said we have to get together - - - together - - - forever.

Verse 3:
Here’s some well needed advice, don’t gamble your future away on a roll of a dice.
Life is meant to be enjoyed - so please don’t throw me into a deep eerie void.
I won’t marry ‘til I’m ready, when I’ve got a job and everything is steady.

Chorus:
We don’t have to get together - - - just because our Parents said we have to get together - - - together - - - forever

Verse 4:
I cannot live with such a man, full of arrogance and stupidity. I can’t bear it any longer, I refuse to drown in your ignorant idiocy.
Just leave me be living on the streets of old Trinity, spare me my soul and let me hold on to my purity/virginity.

Chorus:
We don’t have to get together - - - just because our Parents said we have to get together - - - together - - - forever

Verse 5:
Every night when I close my eyes I do not think of you, I think of the noble Sir Gregory Hugh. Peace on Earth with all it’s beauty, Peace in Alambiya and may I continue my duty.

Amélie bows and says thankyou in Matanese (Bahu) into the microphone and retires from the stage. :bow:

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