Lyricsxxxx: Make way for Prince Ali Say hey, it's Prince Ali Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar Hey you, let us through It's a brand new star Oh, come Be the first on your block to meet his eye Make way, here he comes Ring bells, bang the drums You're gonna love this guy Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwa genuflect, show some respect, Down on one knee Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your Sunday salaam Then come and meet his spectacular coterie Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa Strong as ten regular men, definitely He's faced the galloping hordes A hundred bad guys with swords Who sent those goons to their lords? Why, Prince Ali He’s got 75 golden camels Purple peacocks, he's got 53 When it comes to exotic-type mammals Has he got a zoo? I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie Prince Ali, handsome is he, Ali Ababwa That physique! How can I speak? Weak at my knees! Well get on out in that square Adjust your veil and prepare To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali He's got 95 white Persian monkeys And to view them he charges no fee He's got ten thousand servants and flunkies They bow to his whim, love serving him They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali Prince Ali Prince Ali Prince Ali, amorous he, Ali Ababwa Heard your princess is a sight! Lovely to see. And that, good people, is why He got dolled up and dropped by With 60 elephants, llamas galore With his bears and lions, a brass band and more With his 40 fakirs, his cooks, his bakers His birds that warble on key Make way for Prince Ali
The drums... Helm save us, those drums were our first sign that he was here to stay. The screams from the watch that followed however, that seemed like nothing compared to the drums, "make way!!! Make way, it's prince ali!" Ali is a term for "of all" in our culture, it was said Helm would return to the mortal world and be the prince ali, the crowds who came out to see him, it was almost amazing, then we saw them. A parade of corpses, with a woman clad mostly in black armor leading them, only her head was revealed, pale, deathly flesh and hair red as flame, she cut down watch who tried to hold what even children would realize is an unstoppable march, she announced him as he came into our sight "genuflect! Show your respect! Down on your knees!" When we saw him, the crowds fear became palpable, he wore jewels, silk, and gold as though he was a king, but the sword on his hip, the fangs in his smile, the blood on his face, it made it clear, he was not here to make peace, he was here to rule. They made a show of strength as they drew closer to the palace, as the woman split off with a group of skeletal warriors to take our women, he led a procession of half rotted bears, skeletal tigers, taxadermied peacocks, and much worse, bodies that had been modified, their very lungs the brass instruments that blared his presence, macabre cooks who used the flesh and blood of our dead, and a mutilated dragon too! We all knew his first plan when he made it the palace, when he knelt before the princess and offered her his blood, she had no other choice, we know that, but I can't help but wonder some days, as I wander the world seeking refuge from his ever marching horde, if she had refused, would her death have saved more? Could she have bought us time? But I guess those are questions I never will have answers to. Regardless, I know someone has to stand up to him, someone has to do something, or the world itself may die... -1st journal entry of James Panreath, paladin of legend and champion of Helm, deity of law and justice.
This song perfectly matches a scene I’m writing where a con-man is caught lying about his identity as the prince of a far away nation to acquire wealthy and power in his new country. After found to be embezzling money and stealing riches he’s sentenced to public execution. He gets dragged to the town square by the deranged executioner for the whole town to see and mock his untimely death
0:01 || a pov 'cause why not: With the swift thrust of your sword, your weapon plunged into the prince's neck, the tip coming out a crimson red as the blade passed through. Blood began to splatter outwards and dribble down his neck as you reclaimed your sword. You grinned dangerously as you watched the Prince crumple face first onto one of the lavish carpets that littered his room. The assassination had been overwhelmingly successful. All you had to do was wait until his coronation tomorrow to unveil your greatest achievement. Oh how you could imagine the horrified gasps of the crowd made up of nobles. They way they were going to scream, call for help, and cry; oh it made you shiver in anticipation. You'd waltz up to the balcony with your bag, dressed up as one of the castle workers of course. The prince's absence would be quickly noticed. Guards would immediately be sent to look for him. When the can't find the body, they would report back to the King. That's when you step forward. A small message would be made about how Prince Ali was not able to make it, and how he wasn't going to be able to attend any other event *ever again.* Hushed whispers would break out amongst the snotty bunch of brutes watching, but then you'd call them to attention once again. "However, I do have an official message from Prince Ali himself that he has allowed me to relay." You try to keep your tone professional and manage to keep yourself from giggling; can't be giving away surprises now could you? You reveal the severed head to the audience, holding the dead royal by his hair and grinning wildly. "I've done it!" you yelled manically, stepping forward near the balcony's railing. "Look here nobles! It's your *glorious* Prince Ali! Show him some of the absolute bullshit respect he deserves now. Go on, take a knee for your beloved corpse that you so now worship!" You stood on the edge of the railing, exhilaration coursing through your veins. Finally, the prince had gotten what he deserved. The Royal Family had gotten what they deserved. The whole upper class, the snotty rich nobles and knights and court members, they were all getting what they deserved! After all this time, vengeance had finally be shoved right back in their faces! You threw Prince Ali's head to the side, shouts and cries of pain following. You were no longer going to be mocked, beaten, cheated. Tomorrow would bring a well needed change, a change for the less fortunate and poor. *You were going to be the start of a revolution that had taken far too long to begin.*
*_Jasmine is no longer a princess but is Queen. Rajah her tiger is dragging Aladdin in chains towards her throne where she sits cross legged, smirking. She finally knows he's not a prince and instead of a happily ever after she wants revenge and sings this to mock him_*
This to me sounds like some Villain sidekick introducing their leader/main villain. But the kind of side kick that obsesses over his main, like that girl from Villainous.
POV: Prince Ali is a fraud who traveled a near kingdom to pickpocket others, but he is caught and thusly taken to his execution by the kingdoms cruel and mocking princess.
To clarify. Normally these slow songs don’t sound too good to me. They’re just not my cup of tea. I’m not saying this kind of music is bad. Sorry for implying that it was.
I think of it as the girl is a follower of a powerful person and she likes to make others prise them and let still likes to poke a little fun at them, like a best friend or younger sibling as well.
This makes me think that Aladdin had a best friend who he betrayed to become prince Ali which drove the best friend insane. He thought she was gone until he heard her mocking him
It's funny, because I have an OC called "Ali" so I give a double meaning to the song as she is a hunter with quite a reputation, serving a royal house. For some for context, she hunts beast/monsters to protect her nation. For example: "You're gonna love this guy Prince Ali, fabulous he, Ali Ababwa genuflect, show some respect, Down on one knee Now, try your best to stay calm Brush up your Sunday salaam Then come and meet his spectacular coterie Prince Ali, mighty is he, Ali Ababwa Strong as ten regular men, definitely."
I like the picture offered here. I imagine this Prince Ali as that super cocky hero that just does what he wants with no concern for what the villan throws at him.
You stand upon the palace balcony, a long sword with blood coated on the blade in your hands as your second in command announces to the people that you are the Prince. The revolution has ended, and change will begin. “Long live Prince Ali!” cry the people of the kingdom. A grin spreads across your face. You look out across your kingdom. You see the problems and know how to fix them. Unlike your “predecessor”.
I found a screenshot of the art from this video, I watched this way before the techno incident I came back and I do not regret it. TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES
" Oh, come Be the first on your block to meet his eye" This made me think of Bill Cipher, am I crazy, or am I right? I need an animation with this song & Bill Cipher in it xD
POV : you got captured by the crazed queen and your her victor and your gonna battle for her in her death arena as the guards take you out into the arena you realize the person behind you is the one they were singing about ( instead of you )apparently they are stronger than all and are a dragon ( you are too ) that can breathe Ice breathe and you realize that’s the only thing that can counter your fire so as the song speeds up you start getting reckless WOF fans know what this is of
"We were shown his marvels; the merriments of a land we had grown up to fear. We saw through his facade, through the lies he draped his parades with. We saw what Ali was, and we saw in him the ills that plagued our Caliphs as well. They had all strayed from the Righteous Path, and were slaves to their own whims. They were not caliphs; not anymore. They were Kings and Emperors. Not Emirs nor Sultans; they were Rajas and Nawabs. Not Fatihs, but wordly conquerors. When we saw Ali, we saw what our rulers had become, and what we had to become: just to end their madness. Are we to blame for wanting to change the world? After all, this revolution was symptomatic of a faith that inspired idealism in its followers." "That does not justify what you did. How many innocents were slain in this revolution? When even the most glorious cause of Faith does not justify the loss of innocent lives, then how could any other cause claim it does?" "Revolution calls for Evils to be done out of necessity's sake. Revolutions are built on idealism, but are brought into being through necessary action. We sought to build a society that would not only no longer require these necessary evils, but whose very essence would oppose them outright. That is what we fought for. For a future that would be better because we could afford to do the terrible things that would ensure it. We fought for a future that now hates and despises us; and I thank God night and day for that."
This is like buying chips, giving them back, and then asking for a new bag, which the owner gives you the exact same one. Also this is supposed to be funny just in case anyone thinks it’s intended to be hurtful, very good video.
ok so if anyone saw im really not the demon gods lackey manga. This is how i feel the other characters sing Lin jies praise. Also the picture of techno and the others pointing guns at him feels to me like Lin jie is techno (the one held at gun point)
A POV cuz why not, plus my brain is blasting with scenarios that will never happen in my life. Enjoy!: The blood on the throne room made the floor looked like it was painted in it. Corpses of those unfortunate officials who lost their lives in the Emperor's hands. Everyone feared him, the Living Reaper, the emperor Ali, of the Deadly Night. A black carpet separated the bodies from either sides of the room. On one side, the corpses were killed brutally, with multiple slashes over their body. On the right side, they were just stabbed. Some were calling out for help. A crack was heard later on. The person was bludgeoned by a woman in a rather strange mask. It was decorated like the face of a fox with red features. “Quiet.” She said, spinning her bludgeon. “Don't try to wail as if it's going to free you from your death.'' she added, with deepness in her voice. As you were about to walk away from this place, a deep voice came out, “Well, greetings there, Princess Alisha of the Doves ''. A person appeared in from the shadows. There, you saw him. The Emperor of laylat mumita, whose very name brought nightmares in everyone's dreams. You looked at him. Jet-black hair, a mix of porcelain and tanned skin, eyes that shone like Sapphires in a full moon, A black, and blue attire, adorned in the finest sapphire and silver ornaments, soaked in blood.A sword in his left hand, already dripping with blood at the end.You could still see that bloodlust still linger in his eyes. "Well, looks like you've seen a part of my mind. Hmm... Great! Looks like you're not the type of whiny and overly dependent and spoiled princesses wrapped in a pink foil, aren't you? Looks like I won't have to worry about your voice in my ears." "Fox, take her to her "long awaited room" I have to take care of something, you know" he said. You looked one last look at him, muttering, "Well, he isn't what I expected."
