WorldVision Song Contest 64 | Varea, Nekoni

[Britonisea]

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THIS IS DOPORTEDAS CALLING...
BRITONISEA

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"Good evening WorldVision, Good evening to Nekoni. This is Doportedas, Britonisea calling ready to give you the votes from the Britonish televote and jury! We have enjoyed the show tonight, and we would like to congratulate the host on their first contest!"

8 - KALOSIA
7 - ADAB
6 - MISTER X
5 - ESTOGIUM
4 - LACHANA
3 - CLEACA
2 - DARKMANIA
1 - BESEN

"Okay. Despite it's low placing on the scoreboard currently, I think this is a great song! Our ten points are going to... TODLICHEBUJOKU!"

"I also love this song, it's so emotional, it's beautiful. Our twelve points are going to the nation of... POLKOPIA! Thank you everybody, I appreciate all of you. I will be seeing you all next edition!"

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21 (27) Missus X
22 (9) Nusalia
23 (13) Vartugia

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Full Joint Estogian and Britonish Votes;
Jury - RP
Televote - Tune

12 Izmedu
10 Adab
8 Polkopia
7 Normandy and Picardy
6 Todlichebujoku
5 Mabuhay Land
4 Mercedini
3 Cleaca
2 Nekoni
1 Kalosia
11th Ethane
12th Proluvia
13th Mister X
14th Darkmania
15th Togonistan
16th Kwadai
17th Lachana
18th Antahbrantahstan
19th Besen
20th Nusalia
21st Platerdam
22nd Missus X
24th Vartugia

Polkopia 12
Normandy and Picardy 10
Togonistan 8
Mabuhay Land 7
Kalosia 6
Kwadai 5
Izmedu 4
Todlichebujoku 3
Mercedini 2
Ethane 1
Antahbrantahstan 11th
Mister X 12th
Lachana 13th
Platerdam 14th
Besen 15th
Adab 16th
Darkmania 17th
Missus X 18th
Proluvia 19th
Lochario 20th
Cleaca 21st
Nekoni 22nd
Nusalia 23rd
Vartugia 24th

[Mercedini]

"Good evening Varea, good evening multiverse. This is Zoloroni calling! Congratulations on a fantastic show and best of luck to all of the artists tonight. Without further ado, here are the points from the Mercedinian televote and jury..."

1 - Britonisea
2 - Antahbrantahstan
3 - Mister X
4 - Adab
5 - Estogium
6 - Kalosia
7 - Todlichebujoku

8 - Mabuhay Land

10 - Ethane

12 - Izmedu

"Thank You Nekoni, and see you soon in Mercedini!"

[Mabuhay Land]

13.Vartugia

Filler-Man and Dick Arms- " Just a typical Vartugian song, that makes you question that letting Vartugia sing was a great fucking idea, given they only sing shitsong and sometime have a long title becase screw you thats way we are the best lol this is a long title that makes you scrool in [pre] can i det the record for the longest title now or is it too long beacue i this tittle is just 80% filler. (Aka WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, Varty!)”

”Serbian Soldiers”- God Is A Serb

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With capitalism flopping and communism being itself, our two heroes try "ultra-nationalism" as a way to either win or to get 0 points. They are more for the ladder, but its hard because Y`ALL GIVE US YOUR POINTS WHEN WE DONT WANT IT!

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We geing this fest by Dick Arms blowing a trumpet in the ear. They keep dancing like they are drunk Russian on a Friday night out on Moscow

We are gonna sing happy song
Sing happy song
We gonna say *Rip in Peace, English*
*That’s is how English died*

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

We drunk to much øl.
To much øl
We are gonna drug down on mine app
Drug down on mine app

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

This is so wery dank 4 you
Dank 4 you
We let tp Songing a meme sung
Songing a meme sung

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

We sings in utterly noncene
Utterly noncene
No propganga here. Dont stop at Labour
Dont stop at Labour

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

They run away in order not to get points...

OK NEXT!!!!!!

WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition

Live from Varea, Nekoni, this is Mabuhay Landian TV!
Ria Serena: Welcome to Worldvision Insights: Mabuhay Edition. Now, let's discuss about Vartugia's "great, glorious, crazy" performance. Mike, have anything to say?
Micheal Santiago: Yes, it was fun, but it was satirical.
Ria: I know! Can you believe that their broadcasting company chose this!
Mike: You're right. It was "great." Four words, best satirical act ever!
Ria: Well, let's move on to Darkmania.

14. Darkmania

Jeg er i humør
Skal skrive sang
Bli med på reisen
Når jeg skriver en digg sang

Alle store sangvalg
Alle tar en kjent sang
Jeg vet ikke hva jeg velger nå
Går for denne

Husk å skrive ord, skrive ord
Språket skal spres ut
You can be bi-lingual
Når du skriver din låt

Aldri gi opp
Fordi den gir deg glede
Glede smitter til de andre
Så hør nå etter

Skriv, skriv, skriv, skriv, skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Hva skal jeg synge om?
Valget er vanskelig
Himlen er grensen
So du har mye å velge

Tenk deg godt om
La det strømme frem
Du er så veldig kreativ i deg.
En stjerne inni deg tenner på

Husk å skrive ord, skrive ord
Språket skal spres ut
You can be bi-lingual
Når du skriver din låt

Aldri gi opp
Fordi den gir deg glede
Glede smitter til de andre
Så hør nå etter

Skriv, skriv, skriv, skriv, skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Et setning igjen på teksten
Sangen er nå ferdig
På tide å legge den ut.
La de andre lese på din heite låt

(Skrive en sang) Skri-iiii-v
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Mike: You know I have this weird felling about Darkmania's act.
Ria: Right, it's pretty creepy for me.
Mike: You got me! I would like better to watch it's puppet's performance. That is a livelier one.
Ria: Right!
Mike: And now let's show the current statistics of the Mabuhay Landian TV Vote.

Rank 1: Besen | KRENA | "I Live For You"
Rank 2: Britonisea | Taron Woods | "Cy Ecouto Teuten Vokse (I Can Hear Your Voice)"
Rank 3: Mister X | Tracy Manson and Robert Anderson | "Dreamland"
Rank 4-5 (Tied): Togonistan | Alayna Alofi | "Return" & Nusalia | Wia Rosmala | "Everyone"
Rank 6: Lachana | Ariel Dava | "Evermore"
Rank 7-8 (Tied): Izmedu | Sabina Vidas | "Dvie Jamne U-Usamljenom Svitu (Two Souls in a Lonely World)" & Antahbrantahstan | Kevin Wang | TBA
Rank 9: Vartugia | Filler-Man and Dick Arms | "Just a typical Vartugian song, tha..."
Rank 10: Darkmania | TBA | TBA (The song exists though)
The Mabuhay Landian entry is removed to ensure fairness among the public voters.

Ria: Enjoy it will it last KRENA, may Izmedu beat Besen.
Mike: Ria, the song was great. Come on! While I support Lachana's Evermore and Nusalia's Everyone. Nusalia's entry is great.
Ria: Okay, Mike. Sing it in INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION!
Mike: *sings badly* Ever-
Ria: Up next, Adab's fail on Mabuhay Landian public, why is it with an interview.
Mike: (Why did you stop me.) We'll return to WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition after this short break.

12. ADAB
J. Baraka Mahmoud - "At the Top"
Tune: Bruno Mars - Finesse
Language: English
(Image)
J. Baraka Mahmoud at home

Background
First we need to address the elephant in the room. Kinan al-Salaman, Adab's torchbearer for twenty-one consecutive WorldVision editions, officially announced his retirement from the WorldVision stage following the conclusion of the 63rd contest. His announcement surprised absolutely no one; it was no secret that al-Salaman was by now increasingly discontent with WorldVision - even if the public wanted him to continue - and that relations between him and Emperor Tizqar III, who had hitherto ensured that al-Salaman kept his WorldVision spot even as calls mounted for his replacement by a newer act, had been deteriorating for some time, no doubt due to al-Salaman's desire to withdraw from the stage that had catapulted him to fame and focus on running the Al-Salaman Group, whose stranglehold on the Adabian music industry seemed to be increasing by each passing day and was now beginning to expand beyond music.

Despite rumors to the contrary, Al-Salaman was adamant that he would never again return to the contest, and indeed revealed in an interview with The Adab Times that he had sent to the Emperor and fellow music executives a list of acts - all signed, of course, to Al-Salaman Records - that he thought deserved a chance of representing Adab on the next WorldVision contest. The unspoken assumption was that they would choose one of those acts. Al-Salaman, for his part, was not entirely willing to let go of WorldVision after all. He asked the Emperor agree to a five-edition contract confirming him as "Adab WorldVision songwriter"; that is, the chosen act for each of the next five WorldVision editions would have to sing something that al-Salaman had written just for the occasion. Should this arrangement prove successful (it is not clear how "success" here is defined), the contract would be extended for another five editions, or perhaps indefinitely.

Next came the twist: the Emperor agreed to the contract, but for some reason stipulated that he himself would choose the act and that he would personally approve al-Salaman's music and lyrics. Al-Salaman initially rejected this, claiming that he, rather than the Emperor, was entitled to "creative control" in this situation and then explicitly demanding that the Emperor choose between the acts that al-Salaman had suggested. Why al-Salaman eventually agreed to the Emperor's stipulation is unknown, but it is rumored that the Emperor was so displeased with al-Salaman's "insolence" that he threatened either to personally declare the Al-Salaman Group an illegal monopoly or to have the Supreme Court do exactly that; both would probably have resulted in the conglomerate being broken up anyway. The Emperor, using his power and position as leverage, had beaten al-Salaman at his own game. Now the latter found himself having to write for the Emperor's candidate and hope that the Emperor would agree to his song.

21 and very much on the rise, J. Baraka Mahmoud hailed from a lower-class family in Ramallah, capital of the Palestine Governorate. Inspired by a musician uncle, he dropped out of school at 17 and spent much of his time at music studios; originally interested in hip hop, he came into contact with house music and was determined to create a career out of it. Quite like al-Salaman himself, Mahmoud started out in the bars, cafes, and mansion parties, collaborating with several singers in the process, slowly refining his musical skills and gaining a loyal following. How exactly he came to be noticed by the Emperor - or whoever suggested him to the Emperor (al-Salaman believed the Emperor was too old and busy to care about contemporary music) - is disputed, although it is known that at least a few of the Emperor's grandsons and great-grandsons were fans of the house musician's work. Though initially skeptical of Mahmoud, al-Salaman was eventually won over by the youngster's charm and commitment to his craft. Al-Salaman, for his part, was intrigued by the idea of composing a house song, a genre that he had never tackled before. Recording sessions commenced at al-Salaman's mansion, the Alwalid, and the project seemed to be getting off to a good start.

For a while, at least. Palace officials started pestering the Alwalid with constant telephone calls, at the beginning exhorting al-Salaman and Mahmoud to create a "patriotic" song that would "carry the glorious name of Adab to the stage" (claiming that this was the Emperor's desire), later claiming that the Emperor desired a more "mainstream" and "radio-friendly" (in other words, no house) song, and finally explicitly demanding a rock, pop, or R&B song to account for consumers' tastes and ensure maximum chart success. Demos sent to the Emperor were returned with demands to make the song more "listenable", "accessible", and "less alienating". Later on, al-Salaman would claim that he had written a "house-tinged song about having a good time", which he regarded as one of his best and most inspired compositions in a long time and a "lost masterpiece", and that throwing it away was one of the greatest mistakes of his life. It damaged the relationship between al-Salaman and Mahmoud and especially enraged the latter; for a man who had spent much of his early life and career defying mainstream trends in his country, being forced to sing a mainstream song was a grave insult. Mainstream pop and rock were also quite out of his comfort zone and he was not sure whether he would be comfortable taking the mic himself, though al-Salaman believed that he had a good enough voice.

Nevertheless, both felt that they were in no position to oppose the Emperor's (alleged) wishes and reluctantly obeyed. They started from scratch, writing a song that would suit the tastes of the market, even if they were now driven more by a sense of obligation than sheer enthusiasm. "We had a lot of ideas on how the song should sound, but in the end we had to throw it all away and start from the beginning," Mahmoud said in an interview with The Adab Times. "The market does like the end result, though, and it's not that bad, and it's certainly a unique song in its own way, so I suppose that's a consolation, but I know a lot of people out there who think we should have stuck with the original plan."

The performance
The stage was set for Adab's first foray into the WorldVision Song Contest without Kinan al-Salaman. The camera zoomed at the giant background video wall, now showing red, white, green, and black stripes, the colors of the Adabian flag. After a while, all those colors morphed into what seemed to be a mishmash, only to fade to black within seconds. This darkness on the screen did not last long, though, giving way to the proper Adabian flag, displayed in all its glory as the lights above and around the stage flashed constantly. This naturally elicited applause from the Adabians who had traveled all the way to Nekoni to support their man, even if some of them were not familiar with the man and his music. The stage was bathed in glowing blue, with occasional flares of red.

The necessary equipment had been set up rather hurriedly following the conclusion of the previous act's performance, thus allowing J. Baraka Mahmoud and his newly-assembled band - who would also provide backing vocals tonight - to jump into the action as soon as they were onstage. As the Adabian flag on the video wall dissipated into footage of the streets of Adab City, pedestrians and traffic and skyscrapers rising in the background and all, Mahmoud and his band entered the view of the some seventy thousand gathered at the Mercati Arena to cheers and raucous applause, especially from the Adabian delegation, who happened to be among those occupying the front rows and rose to their feet to greet their man. Lost in the crowd several rows behind the delegation was Kinan al-Salaman, blending in so as not to attract too much attention, hoping that his young protégé would give his all tonight, knowing that the very best had been robbed from him thanks to bureaucratic meddling.

Wearing a white, somewhat faded "Disco Sucks" shirt and jeans, Mahmoud greeted his audience with a smile and, slightly raising his arms, clapped back at them. He danced and waltzed his way down the catwalk to the mic at the other end, as the backing musicians assumed their respective positions. Whatever problem he had with the government, with al-Salaman, and with everyone else was set aside for now; he was determined to do his best, even though sometimes he had little desire to.

"What's up, y'all?!" Mahmoud shouted into the mic, taking it from the stand and mustering his widest smile of the night so far. "I dedicate this song to my country Adab, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor Tizqar III, and my man Kinan al-Salaman. LET'S ROLL!"

Baby, you look so darn fine tonight
And you gotta know it's driving me mad
Yeah, let me take you out for a ride
And shout all the blessings we have now

'Cause when I'm thinkin' 'bout us
I can't stop thinkin' about it all
Baby, do we deserve this?
Yeah, honey, you gotta listen to me
I was raised in the slums
Yeah, I was raised in all the low places
How did I rise from it all?
That's right

Mahmoud was now sashaying across the catwalk back to the main stage, extending his arms and seemingly making a gesture to his backing band. Singing was turning out not to be as torturous as the young man had imagined, and everyone would agree that his voice was not too bad. In fact, he had the range. He made a mental note to thank al-Salaman for those quick vocal lessons. Meanwhile, more and more in the crowd were rising to their feet and dancing to the beat.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

"It's getting a bit hot up here," Mahmoud said as he opened his shirt, revealing his muscular build to cheers from many in the crowd as others contemplated the song. Yet it was far from an attempt at a show-off; Mahmoud was genuinely sweating and it showed. Somewhere in that vast, vast crowd, Kinan al-Salaman smiled to himself. The kid was doing pretty good. Perhaps the Emperor - or whoever chose Mahmoud - didn't make a bad choice after all.

When we drive that night from Adab City
To Baghdad, Bethlehem, to the Sinai
I thank my lucky stars every mile o' the way
Nothing could stop the greatest people

And when I'm thinkin' 'bout us
I can't stop thinkin' about it all
Baby, we deserve all this
Yeah, honey, you gotta listen to me
I was raised in the slums
Yeah, I was raised in all the low places
How did I rise from it all?
That's right

The video wall at the back was now showing a map of Adab, spanning from the Sinai to the Zagros. The provinces were shown and the largest cities noted on white, all-caps letters splashed across the map, with the cities' date of founding and population also shown. The stage, which had hitherto been a sea of blue and occasionally red and green, now turned into a giant Adabian flag.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

Mahmoud strolled around the stage, waving at the audience, smiling at his band, and blowing kisses. His countrymen in the audience were either cheering him or dancing excitedly. Many others were also doing that, and the scene before him warmed the young man's heart. Much to his surprise, he was doing quite well.

People hold hands together and unite our minds
We gon' be one force, one force to face it all
From the Sinai to the Zagros, we gon' make it good
When holy mother calls, we'll say

Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Aren't we lucky we're here?
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, we gon' have it all done
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, it feels good to be here
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done

The lights kept flashing above and around the stage. Mahmoud was now on his knees just behind the center of the main stage, as the song inched towards its conclusion. The shirt that he had taken off had been lying on the floor, but now Mahmoud rose, grabbed the shirt, and walked to the end of the catwalk, where the mic stand stood. He put the mic back in its place... and threw the shirt to a random section of the audience. Almost immediately there was a commotion as everyone seemingly tried to get their hands on the shirt.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Aren't we lucky we're here?
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, we gon' have it all done
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, it feels good to be here
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done

The song stopped rather abruptly; there was no fade-out. The video wall turned black, the Adabian flag disappeared from the stage floor leaving it clothed in dark blue, and the lights dimmed somewhat amid the cheers and applause. For someone who was not very enthusiastic about performing his song and was uncertain about his singing ability, Mahmoud did his job really well. Excellent, many would perhaps say. Mahmoud gathered his backing band for a final bow, after which they made their way backstage.

Ria: Hello and welcome back to WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition.
Mike: Now, let's talk about *shocking* Mahmoud's unexpected rise.
RIa: SHOCKER! Here are the current results available.

Results of the Polls

[quote]Ria: Well, it's about time that Adab's performance found a way to make Mabuhay Landians happy.
Mike: Yes, I agree. Let's furthermore talk about this with Mr. Carlos Dela Rosa, a musicologist at the University of the Philippines, Diliman Branch. Hello, Mr. Carlos.
Carlos Dela Rosa (from Mabuhay Landian TV Headquarters, Manila: Oh please, just call me Carlo. It's an honor to stand beside two famous announcers and hosts of the Kanta Na! Song Festival here in Manila.
Ria: It's also to have you here Carlo, the best of the best musicians in the country and the world.
Carlos: Oh, thanks for the compliment.
Ria: Now, I don't understand, Adab's song was way off what the audience of Mabuhay Land will expect in our first edition. Don't we have an explanation for that?
Carlos: I've noticed about Mahmoud's performance and it differs from the any of the songs. Our debut performance was taking it cool and jazzy, Britonisea's was very lovely, KRENA with a caps lock needed really spiced up the competition, don't even get me to Vartugia and Darkmania. (laughs)
Ria and Mike: (laughs) Agreed!
Carlos: While, Adab. Very surprising. That factor of nationalism, not too little like Rosmala's Everyone, but not too satirical like VARTUGIA! It was new, we never saw that love and nationalism can be contained in one whole song.
Mike: But what do you think that made Adab in the highest ratings. Is it because of the melody, the lyrics or is it anything else.
Carlos: I really like the graphics of the performance's background but I really think what captured the hearts of our fellow men is that its music. Music of Adab was first unpopular with us, due to a general stereotype passed from our ancestors up to the generations of the 90's. Now is the first century of the second millennia. The world is changing, so are people. But Mabuhay Land may have rejected that change, until now. But now, they did see the performance was like futuristic, very welcoming to the cultural heritage of the Mabuhay Landians and the former Republic of the Philippines. *speaking in Filipino* [i]Eh, nagbago na sa Repederal. (Repederal is a combinat

[Mabuhay Land]

13.Vartugia

Filler-Man and Dick Arms- " Just a typical Vartugian song, that makes you question that letting Vartugia sing was a great fucking idea, given they only sing shitsong and sometime have a long title becase screw you thats way we are the best lol this is a long title that makes you scrool in [pre] can i det the record for the longest title now or is it too long beacue i this tittle is just 80% filler. (Aka WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, Varty!)”

”Serbian Soldiers”- God Is A Serb

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With capitalism flopping and communism being itself, our two heroes try "ultra-nationalism" as a way to either win or to get 0 points. They are more for the ladder, but its hard because Y`ALL GIVE US YOUR POINTS WHEN WE DONT WANT IT!

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We geing this fest by Dick Arms blowing a trumpet in the ear. They keep dancing like they are drunk Russian on a Friday night out on Moscow

We are gonna sing happy song
Sing happy song
We gonna say *Rip in Peace, English*
*That’s is how English died*

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

We drunk to much øl.
To much øl
We are gonna drug down on mine app
Drug down on mine app

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

This is so wery dank 4 you
Dank 4 you
We let tp Songing a meme sung
Songing a meme sung

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

We sings in utterly noncene
Utterly noncene
No propganga here. Dont stop at Labour
Dont stop at Labour

We are gonna smash your ass
Gonna smash your ass
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?
Asking why this song dumb?
Why this song dumb?

They run away in order not to get points...

OK NEXT!!!!!!

WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition

Live from Varea, Nekoni, this is Mabuhay Landian TV!
Ria Serena: Welcome to Worldvision Insights: Mabuhay Edition. Now, let's discuss about Vartugia's "great, glorious, crazy" performance. Mike, have anything to say?
Micheal Santiago: Yes, it was fun, but it was satirical.
Ria: I know! Can you believe that their broadcasting company chose this!
Mike: You're right. It was "great." Four words, best satirical act ever!
Ria: Well, let's move on to Darkmania.

14. Darkmania

Jeg er i humør
Skal skrive sang
Bli med på reisen
Når jeg skriver en digg sang

Alle store sangvalg
Alle tar en kjent sang
Jeg vet ikke hva jeg velger nå
Går for denne

Husk å skrive ord, skrive ord
Språket skal spres ut
You can be bi-lingual
Når du skriver din låt

Aldri gi opp
Fordi den gir deg glede
Glede smitter til de andre
Så hør nå etter

Skriv, skriv, skriv, skriv, skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Hva skal jeg synge om?
Valget er vanskelig
Himlen er grensen
So du har mye å velge

Tenk deg godt om
La det strømme frem
Du er så veldig kreativ i deg.
En stjerne inni deg tenner på

Husk å skrive ord, skrive ord
Språket skal spres ut
You can be bi-lingual
Når du skriver din låt

Aldri gi opp
Fordi den gir deg glede
Glede smitter til de andre
Så hør nå etter

Skriv, skriv, skriv, skriv, skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Et setning igjen på teksten
Sangen er nå ferdig
På tide å legge den ut.
La de andre lese på din heite låt

(Skrive en sang) Skri-iiii-v
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Fin en god sang som du liker og bruk den godt
La andre danse til din spesiele låt
Kreativiten din kommer frem nå

Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre
Skrive en sang
Lag en syk bra sang til de andre

Mike: You know I have this weird felling about Darkmania's act.
Ria: Right, it's pretty creepy for me.
Mike: You got me! I would like better to watch it's puppet's performance. That is a livelier one.
Ria: Right!
Mike: And now let's show the current statistics of the Mabuhay Landian TV Vote.

Rank 1: Besen | KRENA | "I Live For You"
Rank 2: Britonisea | Taron Woods | "Cy Ecouto Teuten Vokse (I Can Hear Your Voice)"
Rank 3: Mister X | Tracy Manson and Robert Anderson | "Dreamland"
Rank 4-5 (Tied): Togonistan | Alayna Alofi | "Return" & Nusalia | Wia Rosmala | "Everyone"
Rank 6: Lachana | Ariel Dava | "Evermore"
Rank 7-8 (Tied): Izmedu | Sabina Vidas | "Dvie Jamne U-Usamljenom Svitu (Two Souls in a Lonely World)" & Antahbrantahstan | Kevin Wang | TBA
Rank 9: Vartugia | Filler-Man and Dick Arms | "Just a typical Vartugian song, tha..."
Rank 10: Darkmania | TBA | TBA (The song exists though)
The Mabuhay Landian entry is removed to ensure fairness among the public voters.

Ria: Enjoy it will it last KRENA, may Izmedu beat Besen.
Mike: Ria, the song was great. Come on! While I support Lachana's Evermore and Nusalia's Everyone. Nusalia's entry is great.
Ria: Okay, Mike. Sing it in INTERNATIONAL TELEVISION!
Mike: *sings badly* Ever-
Ria: Up next, Adab's fail on Mabuhay Landian public, why is it with an interview.
Mike: (Why did you stop me.) We'll return to WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition after this short break.

12. ADAB
J. Baraka Mahmoud - "At the Top"
Tune: Bruno Mars - Finesse
Language: English
(Image)
J. Baraka Mahmoud at home

Background
First we need to address the elephant in the room. Kinan al-Salaman, Adab's torchbearer for twenty-one consecutive WorldVision editions, officially announced his retirement from the WorldVision stage following the conclusion of the 63rd contest. His announcement surprised absolutely no one; it was no secret that al-Salaman was by now increasingly discontent with WorldVision - even if the public wanted him to continue - and that relations between him and Emperor Tizqar III, who had hitherto ensured that al-Salaman kept his WorldVision spot even as calls mounted for his replacement by a newer act, had been deteriorating for some time, no doubt due to al-Salaman's desire to withdraw from the stage that had catapulted him to fame and focus on running the Al-Salaman Group, whose stranglehold on the Adabian music industry seemed to be increasing by each passing day and was now beginning to expand beyond music.

Despite rumors to the contrary, Al-Salaman was adamant that he would never again return to the contest, and indeed revealed in an interview with The Adab Times that he had sent to the Emperor and fellow music executives a list of acts - all signed, of course, to Al-Salaman Records - that he thought deserved a chance of representing Adab on the next WorldVision contest. The unspoken assumption was that they would choose one of those acts. Al-Salaman, for his part, was not entirely willing to let go of WorldVision after all. He asked the Emperor agree to a five-edition contract confirming him as "Adab WorldVision songwriter"; that is, the chosen act for each of the next five WorldVision editions would have to sing something that al-Salaman had written just for the occasion. Should this arrangement prove successful (it is not clear how "success" here is defined), the contract would be extended for another five editions, or perhaps indefinitely.

Next came the twist: the Emperor agreed to the contract, but for some reason stipulated that he himself would choose the act and that he would personally approve al-Salaman's music and lyrics. Al-Salaman initially rejected this, claiming that he, rather than the Emperor, was entitled to "creative control" in this situation and then explicitly demanding that the Emperor choose between the acts that al-Salaman had suggested. Why al-Salaman eventually agreed to the Emperor's stipulation is unknown, but it is rumored that the Emperor was so displeased with al-Salaman's "insolence" that he threatened either to personally declare the Al-Salaman Group an illegal monopoly or to have the Supreme Court do exactly that; both would probably have resulted in the conglomerate being broken up anyway. The Emperor, using his power and position as leverage, had beaten al-Salaman at his own game. Now the latter found himself having to write for the Emperor's candidate and hope that the Emperor would agree to his song.

21 and very much on the rise, J. Baraka Mahmoud hailed from a lower-class family in Ramallah, capital of the Palestine Governorate. Inspired by a musician uncle, he dropped out of school at 17 and spent much of his time at music studios; originally interested in hip hop, he came into contact with house music and was determined to create a career out of it. Quite like al-Salaman himself, Mahmoud started out in the bars, cafes, and mansion parties, collaborating with several singers in the process, slowly refining his musical skills and gaining a loyal following. How exactly he came to be noticed by the Emperor - or whoever suggested him to the Emperor (al-Salaman believed the Emperor was too old and busy to care about contemporary music) - is disputed, although it is known that at least a few of the Emperor's grandsons and great-grandsons were fans of the house musician's work. Though initially skeptical of Mahmoud, al-Salaman was eventually won over by the youngster's charm and commitment to his craft. Al-Salaman, for his part, was intrigued by the idea of composing a house song, a genre that he had never tackled before. Recording sessions commenced at al-Salaman's mansion, the Alwalid, and the project seemed to be getting off to a good start.

For a while, at least. Palace officials started pestering the Alwalid with constant telephone calls, at the beginning exhorting al-Salaman and Mahmoud to create a "patriotic" song that would "carry the glorious name of Adab to the stage" (claiming that this was the Emperor's desire), later claiming that the Emperor desired a more "mainstream" and "radio-friendly" (in other words, no house) song, and finally explicitly demanding a rock, pop, or R&B song to account for consumers' tastes and ensure maximum chart success. Demos sent to the Emperor were returned with demands to make the song more "listenable", "accessible", and "less alienating". Later on, al-Salaman would claim that he had written a "house-tinged song about having a good time", which he regarded as one of his best and most inspired compositions in a long time and a "lost masterpiece", and that throwing it away was one of the greatest mistakes of his life. It damaged the relationship between al-Salaman and Mahmoud and especially enraged the latter; for a man who had spent much of his early life and career defying mainstream trends in his country, being forced to sing a mainstream song was a grave insult. Mainstream pop and rock were also quite out of his comfort zone and he was not sure whether he would be comfortable taking the mic himself, though al-Salaman believed that he had a good enough voice.

Nevertheless, both felt that they were in no position to oppose the Emperor's (alleged) wishes and reluctantly obeyed. They started from scratch, writing a song that would suit the tastes of the market, even if they were now driven more by a sense of obligation than sheer enthusiasm. "We had a lot of ideas on how the song should sound, but in the end we had to throw it all away and start from the beginning," Mahmoud said in an interview with The Adab Times. "The market does like the end result, though, and it's not that bad, and it's certainly a unique song in its own way, so I suppose that's a consolation, but I know a lot of people out there who think we should have stuck with the original plan."

The performance
The stage was set for Adab's first foray into the WorldVision Song Contest without Kinan al-Salaman. The camera zoomed at the giant background video wall, now showing red, white, green, and black stripes, the colors of the Adabian flag. After a while, all those colors morphed into what seemed to be a mishmash, only to fade to black within seconds. This darkness on the screen did not last long, though, giving way to the proper Adabian flag, displayed in all its glory as the lights above and around the stage flashed constantly. This naturally elicited applause from the Adabians who had traveled all the way to Nekoni to support their man, even if some of them were not familiar with the man and his music. The stage was bathed in glowing blue, with occasional flares of red.

The necessary equipment had been set up rather hurriedly following the conclusion of the previous act's performance, thus allowing J. Baraka Mahmoud and his newly-assembled band - who would also provide backing vocals tonight - to jump into the action as soon as they were onstage. As the Adabian flag on the video wall dissipated into footage of the streets of Adab City, pedestrians and traffic and skyscrapers rising in the background and all, Mahmoud and his band entered the view of the some seventy thousand gathered at the Mercati Arena to cheers and raucous applause, especially from the Adabian delegation, who happened to be among those occupying the front rows and rose to their feet to greet their man. Lost in the crowd several rows behind the delegation was Kinan al-Salaman, blending in so as not to attract too much attention, hoping that his young protégé would give his all tonight, knowing that the very best had been robbed from him thanks to bureaucratic meddling.

Wearing a white, somewhat faded "Disco Sucks" shirt and jeans, Mahmoud greeted his audience with a smile and, slightly raising his arms, clapped back at them. He danced and waltzed his way down the catwalk to the mic at the other end, as the backing musicians assumed their respective positions. Whatever problem he had with the government, with al-Salaman, and with everyone else was set aside for now; he was determined to do his best, even though sometimes he had little desire to.

"What's up, y'all?!" Mahmoud shouted into the mic, taking it from the stand and mustering his widest smile of the night so far. "I dedicate this song to my country Adab, His Imperial Majesty the Emperor Tizqar III, and my man Kinan al-Salaman. LET'S ROLL!"

Baby, you look so darn fine tonight
And you gotta know it's driving me mad
Yeah, let me take you out for a ride
And shout all the blessings we have now

'Cause when I'm thinkin' 'bout us
I can't stop thinkin' about it all
Baby, do we deserve this?
Yeah, honey, you gotta listen to me
I was raised in the slums
Yeah, I was raised in all the low places
How did I rise from it all?
That's right

Mahmoud was now sashaying across the catwalk back to the main stage, extending his arms and seemingly making a gesture to his backing band. Singing was turning out not to be as torturous as the young man had imagined, and everyone would agree that his voice was not too bad. In fact, he had the range. He made a mental note to thank al-Salaman for those quick vocal lessons. Meanwhile, more and more in the crowd were rising to their feet and dancing to the beat.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

"It's getting a bit hot up here," Mahmoud said as he opened his shirt, revealing his muscular build to cheers from many in the crowd as others contemplated the song. Yet it was far from an attempt at a show-off; Mahmoud was genuinely sweating and it showed. Somewhere in that vast, vast crowd, Kinan al-Salaman smiled to himself. The kid was doing pretty good. Perhaps the Emperor - or whoever chose Mahmoud - didn't make a bad choice after all.

When we drive that night from Adab City
To Baghdad, Bethlehem, to the Sinai
I thank my lucky stars every mile o' the way
Nothing could stop the greatest people

And when I'm thinkin' 'bout us
I can't stop thinkin' about it all
Baby, we deserve all this
Yeah, honey, you gotta listen to me
I was raised in the slums
Yeah, I was raised in all the low places
How did I rise from it all?
That's right

The video wall at the back was now showing a map of Adab, spanning from the Sinai to the Zagros. The provinces were shown and the largest cities noted on white, all-caps letters splashed across the map, with the cities' date of founding and population also shown. The stage, which had hitherto been a sea of blue and occasionally red and green, now turned into a giant Adabian flag.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

Mahmoud strolled around the stage, waving at the audience, smiling at his band, and blowing kisses. His countrymen in the audience were either cheering him or dancing excitedly. Many others were also doing that, and the scene before him warmed the young man's heart. Much to his surprise, he was doing quite well.

People hold hands together and unite our minds
We gon' be one force, one force to face it all
From the Sinai to the Zagros, we gon' make it good
When holy mother calls, we'll say

Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Aren't we lucky we're here?
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, we gon' have it all done
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, it feels good to be here
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done

The lights kept flashing above and around the stage. Mahmoud was now on his knees just behind the center of the main stage, as the song inched towards its conclusion. The shirt that he had taken off had been lying on the floor, but now Mahmoud rose, grabbed the shirt, and walked to the end of the catwalk, where the mic stand stood. He put the mic back in its place... and threw the shirt to a random section of the audience. Almost immediately there was a commotion as everyone seemingly tried to get their hands on the shirt.

At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland
At the top because o' the divine grace
And the folks around you and me
The top because o' the divine grace
Motherland, motherland

Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Aren't we lucky we're here?
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, we gon' have it all done
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done
Baby, it feels good to be here
Yeah, we gon' have it all done, gon' have it all done

The song stopped rather abruptly; there was no fade-out. The video wall turned black, the Adabian flag disappeared from the stage floor leaving it clothed in dark blue, and the lights dimmed somewhat amid the cheers and applause. For someone who was not very enthusiastic about performing his song and was uncertain about his singing ability, Mahmoud did his job really well. Excellent, many would perhaps say. Mahmoud gathered his backing band for a final bow, after which they made their way backstage.

Ria: Hello and welcome back to WorldVision Insights: Mabuhay Edition.
Mike: Now, let's talk about *shocking* Mahmoud's unexpected rise.
RIa: SHOCKER! Here are the current results available.

Results of the Polls

Ria: Well, it's about time that Adab's performance found a way to make Mabuhay Landians happy.
Mike: Yes, I agree. Let's furthermore talk about this with Mr. Carlos Dela Rosa, a musicologist at the University of the Philippines, Diliman Branch. Hello, Mr. Carlos.
Carlos Dela Rosa (from Mabuhay Landian TV Headquarters, Manila: Oh please, just call me Carlo. It's an honor to stand beside two famous announcers and hosts of the Kanta Na! Song Festival here in Manila.
Ria: It's also to have you here Carlo, the best of the best musicians in the country and the world.
Carlos: Oh, thanks for the compliment.
Ria: Now, I don't understand, Adab's song was way off what the audience of Mabuhay Land will expect in our first edition. Don't we have an explanation for that?
Carlos: I've noticed about Mahmoud's performance and it differs from the any of the songs. Our debut performance was taking it cool and jazzy, Britonisea's was very lovely, KRENA with a caps lock needed really spiced up the competition, don't even get me to Vartugia and Darkmania. (laughs)
Ria and Mike: (laughs) Agreed!
Carlos: While, Adab. Very surprising. That factor of nationalism, not too little like Rosmala's Everyone, but not too satirical like VARTUGIA! It was new, we never saw that love and nationalism can be contained in one whole song.
Mike: But what do you think that made Adab in the highest ratings. Is it because of the melody, the lyrics or is it anything else.
Carlos: I really like the graphics of the performance's background but I really think what captured the hearts of our fellow men is that its music. Music of Adab was first unpopular with us, due to a general stereotype passed from our ancestors up to the generations of the 90's. Now is the first century of the second millennia. The world is changing, so are people. But Mabuhay Land may have rejected that change, until now. But now, they did see the performance was like futuristic, very welcoming to the cultural heritage of the Mabuhay Landians and the former Republic of the Philippines. *speaking in Filipino* Eh, nagbago na sa Repederal. (Repederal is a combination of two Filipino words in the official name, Republika(ng) and Pederal, translating into English, Federal Republic. The term "Repederal" is often used by the media, public, and in domestic affairs as a shortened version of the official name, Republikang Pederal ng Mabuhay Land). Sila ay nagpatupad ng globalization. Kaya ngayon, mas naging open ang mga Mabuhay Landian. (Translation: Eh, the [government] has changed into the Repederal. They enforced globalization. That's why now, the Mabuhay Landian audience become more open [to the Adabian music industry].
Ria: Thank you, Carlo. That was Mr. Carlos Dela Rosa, our resident musical analyst.
Mike: Up next, one-by-one commentary of the Worldvision 64' performances.
Ria: New results of the national polls.
Mike: And, an exclusive interview with Elena Ramirez, live from Mercati Arena.
Ria and Mike: This WorldVision Insights - Mabuhay Edition. We'll go back after this short break.

TO BE CONTINUED

WorldVision Insights - Mabuhay Edition

Mike: So were back!
Ria: Yes, Michael. We are now introducing our little helper that will help us know the votes.
Mike: It's Elena Ramirez, from Mercati Arena!
split screen shows up
Elena Ramirez: Hey guys. How 'ya doin'!
Ria: Oh, it's just that... I love your song.
Elena: Great! Thanks for the compliment from one of the best musical commentators and radio DJs of Manila! Mike: So Elena, how's your performance?
Elena: Great, best ever guys. It's very fun actually, I got to perform where millions are watching. I can show my talents and be the "débutante" of the WorldVision. And I met Wia Rosmala, I'm a great fan of her work.
Ria: Singing with the Asia's Top Three is a big achievement. What did you feel singing beside them? Elena: Those moments are very special and I was starstruck with their professionalism. They really love my singing and I loved theirs too. I had a great time, not only singing with them but singing with all my fans in Varea's premiere arena.
Mike: Now, shall we announce the winners with commentary.
Ria: Yes, with Elena, let's start.

1 point: Missus X
Mike: A robotic themed music with swearing, eh!
Ria: Worst ear-rape ever. Even worst than Vartugia.
Elena: But for the sake of voting, the jury, the televoters and the netvoters put this in here.

2 points: Nusalia
Elena: Let's talk payback here. Most Mabuhay Landian voters had dislike the song due the results of the Nusalia's broadcaster. My performance wasn't too bad right? calls Wia We are FO status. Friendship over! slams phone
Mike: Harsh.
Ria: Now, we give her some space so she won't slack anything.

3 points: Mercidini
Mike: Great job, Mercidini! You just took 3 points. Why didn't you do much better.
Ria: Yeah. I loved Sabatino's performance and good looks but it still lost.
Elena: I will just say yes.

4 points: Besen
Ria: Another débutante! We love KRENA's performance but I realized that Been spells his name, Krena.
Elena: Personally, I will give it 12 points. It's just all about sex and pleasure, we are too conservative for that.
Mike: Most teenagers love it, most parents... Not so like it.

5 points: Izmedu
Mike: Seriously, this is the votes that we got! Izmedu was topnotcher in the polls.
Ria: Hah! Lachana is the best.
Elena: I wouldn't say that. But Izmedu's entry was excellent, according to our pollers.

6 points:Darkmania
Mike: It may be creepy, but it better than the first five actually.
Ria: Admit if you want it. I'll just say it is fantastic.
Elena: Voters did a very democratic choice. Darkmania is good, actually.

7 points: Adab
Elena: Adab defeated Izmedu. Great job, juries.
Ria: I admit, that nationalist feels, combined with love is quite unique to our ears.
Mike: I liked it very much. Adab's records must reach Manila.

8 points: NEKONI
Mike: 'Oni was well and swell. Best song for me here. Elena: The performance was great for the host nation. Very creative!
Ria: Great job, Nekoni, not as great as...

10 points: LACHANA
Elena: Lachana did very good actually. They deserve our silver medal.
Mike: I like it very much, it is like song heaven.
Ria: But the better must be Togonistan. I feel it in my soul.

WV Mabuhay Champ: BRITONISEA
Mike: Two words, love it.
Elena: This is a great song. I feel like I have a crush on Estogium's hottest singer.
Ria: What! This is a shocking scene and up next, honorable mentions.

Ria: Normandy and Pircardy to their modern and futuristic song.
Mike: Todlichebujoku, with signature dancing.
Elena: Vartugia, the earrape of WorldVision. EVERYTIME.
Ria: Al-Salaman of Adab, you will be remembered by WorldVision.
Mike: Heartwarming Antahbrantahstan, which I also hate.
Elena: Lastly, our nation's performance. Everyone knows that Manila needs a recognition.

Ria: To all viewers who stayed up late tonight, hope you enjoyed our debut to WorldVision.
Mike: To all those who forgot to see our WV special coverage, feel free to watch our replay tomorrow, 11 in the morning.
Elena: If you are watching through the net or the app, join the WorldVision post-raffle and you may get freebies from all performers. Good night and I am Elena Ramirez.
Ria: Forever, let's remember this moments as the most fun and most stupid events in multiversal history. I am Ria Serena.
Mike: And I am Michael Santiago.
All: And this is WorldVision Insights, Mabuhay Edition! Uniting hearts through voices! And we are now signing out!

[Lachana]

Lachana

Madame V, representing Lachana at the World Hit Festival, this edition.

1. Besen
2. Britonisea
3. Mercedini
4. Mister X
5. Nekoni
6. Polkopia
7. Estogium
8. Ethane
10. Izmedu
12. Togonistan

[Todlichebujoku]

TÖDLICHEBUJOKI VOTES

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<video feed error>

Uh, hello, Varea, it's SterGo calling! Looks like we're breaking up on this connection, huge apologies. The spacetime boundaries are pretty finicky today, our boys in caps tell us. Well let's get on to the votes!

7- Lachana
6- Britonisea
5- Cleaca
4- Izmedu
3- Nusalia
2- Ethane
1- Adab

Our 8 points go to KALOSIA!
Our 10 points go to... MISTER X!!
And our 12 points go to... NEKONI, our hosts!!!

Thank you and sorry for the brevity!

[Kalosia]

20/23 voting
KALOSIA

Silvio Nantes, Kalosian presenter, host of World Hit Festival 37

Hey hey hey! Thank you to our friends in Nekoni for the amazing show. Here with me, I have the results of the Kalosian vote:

07 Nekoni
06 Lachana
05 Mercedini
04 Polkopia
03 Tödlichebujoku
02 Proluvia
01 Darkmania

And now for our top 3. Kalosia gives its 8 points to...

Adab!

Our 10 points go to...

Izmedu!!

And finally, 12 points go to...

Britonisea!!!

Congratulations, and good luck to all of you out there!

Kwadai — 3rd
Normandy and Picardy — 11th
Estogium
Ethane
Besen
Cleaca
Mister X
Mabuhay Land
Togonistan
Nusalia
Platerdam
Antahbrantahstan

[Ethane]

12 points - Izmedu
10 points - Proluvia
8 points - Polkopia
7 points - Cleaca
6 points - Mister X
5 points - Nekoni
4 points - Estogium
3 points - Missus X
2 points - Togonistan
1 point - Lachana

[Antahbrantahstan]

ANTAHBRANTAHSTAN, 22/23 COUNTRIES VOTING.


Jevgenii Tvojev, model, singer, The Voice Kids Anta coach.

"Hi, hi Nekoni!, Jevgenii will read the Anturian votes tonight! But well, you guys did a great job! So here are some points from me to share with you people."

7-IZMEDU
6-MERCEDINI
5-CLEACA
4-POLKOPIA
3-NUSALIA
2-TOGONISTAN
1-LACHANA

"The Anturian 8 points goes to..."

MISTER X.

"The Anturian 10 points goes to..."

ETHANE.

"And the Anturian final 12 points goes to, the guys from...."

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BRITONISEA!!!!! TARON WOODS AND CY ECOUTO TOUTEN VOKSE!!!

"Alright, i got way too excited announcing the points! Хорошего дня*, peeps!"

*Harosheva dnya=have a good day (Russian)

[Izmedu]

Sara Novak, Izmeduan WV63 entrant

"Dobra vecer Varea! Vodiznad calling. Incredible show hosted by you all, well done. Here's the Izmeduan points."

1 points - Antahbrantahstan
2 points - Togonistan
3 points - Mister X
4 points - Kalosia
5 points - Mabuhay Land
6 points - Todlichebujoku
7 points - Cleaca

BRITONISEA

MERCEDINI

POLKOPIA

[Nekoni]

Alice Florien and Miki Lazaretti have returned after the last vote.

Alice (left): "And with that, all twenty-three entries have voted!"
Miki (right): "All of the votes have been counted and verified. The winner of the WorldVision Song Contest 64 is..."

Scorecard with voting here.
Ties broken by more scoring countries.
Both: "BRITONISEA!"
Both: "You must be used to this now! Taron, come to the stage and collect your trophy! On behalf of the world, Nekoni says goodnight, thank you for a wonderful contest, and we leave you with our winner, Britonisea!"

[Britonisea]

#WINNER BRITONISEA
Taron Woods - "Cy Ecouto Teuten Vokse (I Can Hear Your Voice)"
Tune : Nassi - "Rêves de gamin (Official Video)"
Music: Taron Woods Lyrics: Taron Woods

Vha Mehlohdivestoile 2018 Winner: 21 million Britonish votes and 11 nations decided that Taron Woods should represent Britonisea at WorldVision Song Contest.

Taron Woods is 34 year old male from the city of Quickenden, the city which hosted the 41st WorldVision Song Contest (23 editions ago, wow!) and is proud that he came from the city. Quickenden is one of the leading cities when it comes to music, and you can tell that by Taron Woods' song "Cy Ecouto Teuten Vokse" which was only written by himself. Taron Woods entered Vha Mehlodhivestoile 2018, hoping that he would receive a reply, and he did.

It was the second time that a Vha Mehlodhivestoile winner had won the WorldVision Song Contest, seeing the success rate of Vha Mehlodhivestoile winners rising to 2/3. Taron Woods is the first male from Britonisea to have won the contest, and the second winning song - ever - to be in Britonish. Swelling national pride to the point where the nation is about to burst at it's seems with happiness, Taron Woods was carried to the stage by his BITC and BVC team. He waved the Britonish flag crazily as he got to the stage and took the trophy. He took the trophy from last year's winner - Frida Grover. They smiled and kissed, and never let go of each other during the speech Taron gave;

"Well, I would like to firstly say...those last few votes were tense, weren't they! Haha! Winning this trophy means so much to me, I didn't actually expect this whatsoever. Going through the very vigorous Vha Mehlodhivestoile, I had a sense of what it means to go in front of a large crowd, and what it feels like to be successful, but nothing - absolutely nothing - has prepared me for winning the largest prize. I would like to thank BITC and BVC for the wonderful work that they have done, they have been brilliant - and thank you to everyone who supported me and my journey. Lastly, thanks to the wonderful hosts, you've been brilliant! Fantastic! Right, I really hope there's some kebab shops in Nekoni because I am so hungry!"

Taron Woods put down the trophy at the front of the stage, and got in position for his reprise...

READING PHONETICALLY
The lyrics below only shows the first 13 lines in Britonish because the rest of the song is in English.

Na noo-tay pen-soo boot tay-is
A daows uh daows desd lev-teh hue
As-peche tay-is von vi-seh - on
Ma corv liv-ee-teh en uh en
No-led-greh vhav cy conmt re-kwal
Vhav cy hackt in plust spek-eh-yar
Zy sit-te uh tell-ul-ot que des-seat spek-eh-year

Per tee-yes-ton schep-roo mon nomb
Too-ten vocks os que eh-coo-toh
Ton tay-is vin-yeh cell-oo ay?
Oo tam ice bue de-vilt oh-pet
Conmt hue, ger a ay - rach-tayh hue
Oe spek-et cloo-zir a ma yir

As we all know, the contest is currently being held in Nekoni, and they to perform 4th. This edition was no different, but Britonisea - for the first time ever - was performing 5th. Britonisea had a tough act to follow, trying to keep up the hype after the host nation performs. Taron Woods, however, did not have the time to worry about that as he was trying to mentally prepare himself for the performance he was about to give. He had a lot of practise, performing in Vha Mehlodhivestoile (three times) in front of crowds over 10,000 people, then again at World Hit Festival in an Olympic Stadium setting, the Pre-Party and of course the Westley Theatre. But it finally got home for him. All of that work, all of the preparing that he had done prior to this moment was all because of the performance he was about to do in Nekoni. The capacity at the WorldVision Song Contest dramatically increased from when we were in Todlichebujoku too - going from 16,000 to 70,000 people (with a few extra squashed in), and to be honest, BITC were not expecting such a huge audience for a WorldVision Song Contest. Nevertheless, they worked with it - they needed to work with it.

Taron Woods stood at the back of the stage with his back to the audience as the Britonish postcard was playing. He took in a large breath before the end of the postcard came up and Britonisea flashed upon the huge screens Nekoni somehow managed to construct. The audience cheered with excitement before eventually dying down - eager for the performing from the reigning champions. As the song started, the lights went crazy in the arena, flickering on and off. It was a long shot, the first camera shot of the performance, really capturing the sheer size of the stadium and the stage that was built. Right before he was about to sing, there was a sound which suddenly got louder. The lights responded by going faster but by the time Taron sang his first syllable, a single spotlight focused on the man. He turned around and started his performance....

Na nootais penseux boute teis
A daus œ daus desde levté hue
Aspeche teis von visé - on
Ma corghv livité en œ en
Knowledgré vhav cy conmte reqouile
Vhav cy hacte in pluste speakear
Zy sitete œ tellulote que desite speakear!

During that last verse, he delighted the public to the language which is starting to get a nod in the Britonish music industry after its recent success. Taron had hoped that he would sing the song fully in Britonish, but under the circumstances he was faced with, he decided that he would sing in both Britonish and English - the best of both worlds, he guessed. He slowly moved forwards as he started singing, with the camera also slowly retrograding. He looked deep in to the microphone and he sang along to the backing track of his song. The staging was the single spot light at the start before he began to sing the next verse.

In the minor pause between the two verses, giving him a chance to breathe, the two dancers - who were with him during the World Hit performance - appeared on the stage, each side of him. They came up behind him as though they were on the floor and they slowly curved their bodies upwards. As he sang, "teiston", there was a sudden change in the colours that featured on the huge screen behind him, with it turning to red and grey distorted waves - giving his performance a quite electric vibe to it. Some of these effects were also added to the camera itself, with the viewers at home, or watching on the huge screens around the arena, being treated to the camera changing from normal colourisation to black-and-white, red monochrome scale before switching right back to the normal colour. At the time, he was still moving forwards, with his two dancers walking side ways, switching sides with one another.

Per teiston schepreux mon nombre
Teuten vokse os que ecouto
Ton teis v'iñe cellueux et?
Ou tam eis beux devilte opet?
Conmte hue, ger a et - rachteé hue!
Oe speakete cluzir a ma yir
Speak louder, raise your voice to me,
Let your voice be heard.

The English section of the whole song had finally come up, and the relief on Taron's face as he started to sing in English was one that you could capture. As he did start to sing in English, he raised his arm right behind his ear - in a cusp position - slowly leaning towards the camera as he sang "Speak louder". The two dancers that were behind him also followed the same action as Taron, putting their hands behind their ears. The camera focused on them, but as the chorus came up, the camera quickly zoomed in on the three men on the stage. The audience suddenly cheered very loudly as the chorus was coming up.

There was a shot facing directly downwards on the three men that were on the stage. The two dancers, who were slightly behind Taron, both put their nearest hand to Taron on his shoulder, behind moving around in a circle. As the chorus proceeded, the camera from the top got closer and closer. There were some projections on the stage floor that were shown as the camera gained ground on the stage floor. Taron focused his attention on the large crowd before the very explosive dance break that was about to come up.

I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Could you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!

The Britonish line which is the title of the song, "Cy Ecouto Teuten Vokse", was sang loudly in to the microphone by the Briton. After he sang it, the stage quickly went dark. The camera quickly shot to a wide angle of the stage. In the very small, quick lead up in to the dance break. The white lights in the arena all flickered on and off (similar to the start of Sweden 2012). That wide shot slowly moved from the right side of the left side before another camera followed under it, quickly zooming in to Taron Woods and his two dancers. The stage's huge LED wall was bursting out colours, flickering red and grey at each bang of the bass in the background.

Taron was bopping side-to-side during the dance break which the dancers copied, though very exaggeratedly. This only lasted for around 8 before the dancers slowly jumped out of the position that they were in, behind Taron, before picking up the pace of their dancing, street dancing, though showing that they were dancing in emotional pain, owing to the lyrics that were being sung. The camera, during this bit, would change every four seconds, zooming in and out on the action, coming from far away and near by. Right before the verse coming up started, the camera on the dolly track was the last one used and stopped as the dance break did. All you could see, if you were watching at home, was Taron standing on the stage from a lower angle.

The dancers came back in to shot as there was a midshot, which slowly moved out. The staging had drastically calmed down from how it once was, with it only showing one plain colour - a dark rouge. As the verse was sung, the dancers slowly moved forwards with one hand on the elbow of the other arm. The free hand on each of the dancer was clicking along to the music.

Can’t you believe what I’ve become?
It’s been years since you left me here,
I told you that I’d reach the top –
A promise that I have kept dear.
I do believe that it was you,
Deep down inside me, helping me.
So what is it that you think you need to tell me?

The LED did not really change during the course of that verse, and that might be because this performance isn't that much focused on the LEDs performance. Taron stopped smiling as he started to sing this verse as be started to feel the pain in the lyrics he was singing. Relating back to the lyrics, he would do certain actions like, "you" was pointing towards the camera, whereas "inside" he held his hand towards his chest. The dancers had also reached Taron by the time the verse was half way through. They were standing around him in a square akin to his performance during the World Hit Festival.

During this bit, coming up, Taron got down on the floor with very rigid movements. He firstly got down with one knee on the stage floor, and the other one up (so marriage proposal stance), before proceeding to get down by putting both his knees on the stage floor. The dancers followed his movements a few seconds behind him, doing this in canon. There was a camera shot of the top of the stage, similar to the shot earlier on in the performance. The projection showed a picture of pictures, though the face on these pictures were not clearly identifiable. This was the case for both dancers who were all on their knees around the centre of the stage.

I’ve worked tirelessly night and day,
To keep my mind and all thoughts sane.
“Distracted my mind from failure,”
A saying that you’d used to say.
Now you’re telling me I’m wrong,
Tell me why you’ve waited so long!
Perhaps it was a mistake you came to speak to me.

Taron jumped up, pointing straight in to a steadicam as it swept it's way across the stage. He then ran, looking up in to the large arena lights - still singing. He said the last bit of that verse as though he was angry at somebody, at something. The lights twinkled behind him, though this was hardly noticeable for those watching the television or screens around the arena.

I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Can you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!

Taron Woods was quite exhausted by this point, but he knew that it was all worth-it, and so he carried on singing to the best of his ability. He sang the Britonish line was again before raising his hands high up in to the air, spinning on the spot. There was a camera that circled around Taron, going in the opposite direction, making it look as though he was going faster than he was actually going.

The bridge section had finally come. He stopped spinning before looking straight in to the camera with passion. A steadicam came on the stage and zoomed it's way up towards Taron.

So here we are – you’ve got your chance to speak.
Cuz I’ve waited, I really want to know.
Please tell me what I am doing wrong, tell me.
Don’t be scared to disappoint me as I won't be sad.

The final bit was here, one last push. He looked out in to the audience, with a smile slowly growing on his face. The dancers quickly made there way back on to the stage mimicking the movements that Taron was doing. Everyone on the stage danced along to the song...

I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Could you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!

(Ahhh teuten vokse, I can hear your voice)

Confetti fell from the sky and there was a long shot of the Britonish flags waving... Thank you, everyone! Thank you!!!"

ENGLISH LYRICS
These are the official English lyrics. Themes and Ideas have been kept, but there may be a few grammatical differences to make the song make sense in the English language.

I had never stopped thinking about you
For Days and days since you left here
Although you were no more, in
my heart you lived on and on.
I knew that you would come back,
That you would have a lot to say...
So sit and tell me what you want to say!

But you are whispering my name,
Your voice is what I hear.
Are you the one calling for me?
Or am I being deceived again?
Come here, next to me - right here!
And speak closely to my ear.
Speak louder, raise your voice to me,
Let your voice be heard.

I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Could you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!

Can’t you believe what I’ve become?
It’s been years since you left me here,
I told you that I’d reach the top –
A promise that I have kept dear.
I do believe that it was you,
Deep down inside me, helping me.
So what is it that you think you need to tell me?


I’ve worked tirelessly night and day,
To keep my mind and all thoughts sane.
“Distracted my mind from failure,”
A saying that you’d used to say.
Now you’re telling me I’m wrong,
Tell me why you’ve waited so long!
Perhaps it was a mistake you came to speak to me.


I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Can you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!


So here we are – you’ve got your chance to speak.
Cuz I’ve waited, I really want to know.
Please tell me what I am doing wrong, tell me.
Don’t be scared to disappoint me as I won't be sad.


I once saw my path clear,
Now I cannot think straight.
Don't know where I'm going,
Could you tell me my path?
Cuz of you my hands start to shake,
And my heart is about to break.
Per tandemme cy ecouto teuten vokse!

(Ahhh teuten vokse, I can hear your voice)