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I've got a new favorite song.
Funny story of how I found it:
I was at the LucasArts website looking at the "old-school" files they put up for the 20th anniversary. There's not a lot from the Maniac Mansion series sadly- just some art from the early design stages of Maniac Mansion: Day of the Tentacle. I was happy that some images from the first game's box art turned up in the 20th anniversary banner. Sadly it wasn't Purcell's kick-@$$ painting from the rerelease that was stuck on the back of the box. Why?!? That's the best piece of art in the original style and I've only seen a crappy scan of it!! GIVE US GOOD LOOKING PURCELL ART!! GIVE US GOOD LOOKING PURCELL ART!! And while you're at, fix the error in the description for the game. Dave and his friends were in university, not high school. Here's your proof!.
Errr...
Okay, back to the song. I was looking at video files to see if they had uploaded the opening to Day of the Tentacle, which they hadn't. I looked around some more and found a copy of the opening credits of an adventure game called Full Throttle. The theme song from the game was this amazing progressive rock/progressive metal song called Legacy by The Gone Jackals. I found an MP3 copy over at TentakelVilla and now I'm a very happy Teddog. Does anyone know where I can get a copy of the album this song is from?
Here's the lyrics:
December '61.
my Dad's wages light.
Still on that salary
we, all four, could sleep tight.
Right now if you drank from
that very same well,
you'd need a run of luck
to score a bed in a trick hotel.
Is this the legacy of
too much for too few
that I see?
The kind of legacy that's
tossin' some good men
to their knees.
The "Great Society's"
maligned concrete cage
sits dead and vacant now -
at least it kept out rain.
With all those corners cut
the cracks grow wide and near.
I heard some cash was saved
but where it's gone ain't clear..
Who goes down next I don't know.
I don't know nothin'
anymore.
Tomorrow's legacy that's
layin' in state
awaits reprieve.
I always thought that when a man goes down
you do your best to pick him up.
But how can the milk of kindness trickle down
when it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?
I was at the LucasArts website looking at the "old-school" files they put up for the 20th anniversary. There's not a lot from the Maniac Mansion series sadly- just some art from the early design stages of Maniac Mansion: Day of the Tentacle. I was happy that some images from the first game's box art turned up in the 20th anniversary banner. Sadly it wasn't Purcell's kick-@$$ painting from the rerelease that was stuck on the back of the box. Why?!? That's the best piece of art in the original style and I've only seen a crappy scan of it!! GIVE US GOOD LOOKING PURCELL ART!! GIVE US GOOD LOOKING PURCELL ART!! And while you're at, fix the error in the description for the game. Dave and his friends were in university, not high school. Here's your proof!.
Errr...
Okay, back to the song. I was looking at video files to see if they had uploaded the opening to Day of the Tentacle, which they hadn't. I looked around some more and found a copy of the opening credits of an adventure game called Full Throttle. The theme song from the game was this amazing progressive rock/progressive metal song called Legacy by The Gone Jackals. I found an MP3 copy over at TentakelVilla and now I'm a very happy Teddog. Does anyone know where I can get a copy of the album this song is from?
Here's the lyrics:
December '61.
my Dad's wages light.
Still on that salary
we, all four, could sleep tight.
Right now if you drank from
that very same well,
you'd need a run of luck
to score a bed in a trick hotel.
Is this the legacy of
too much for too few
that I see?
The kind of legacy that's
tossin' some good men
to their knees.
The "Great Society's"
maligned concrete cage
sits dead and vacant now -
at least it kept out rain.
With all those corners cut
the cracks grow wide and near.
I heard some cash was saved
but where it's gone ain't clear..
Who goes down next I don't know.
I don't know nothin'
anymore.
Tomorrow's legacy that's
layin' in state
awaits reprieve.
I always thought that when a man goes down
you do your best to pick him up.
But how can the milk of kindness trickle down
when it's syphoned off and cheats the cup?