Song Lyrics, Part 2

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Glassboro

in June 12th, 2007 @ 09:31

Hmm. A new one? Well, I’ll have to open it with this:
Ever since I was a young boy/I’ve played the silver ball./From Soho down to Brighton/I must’ve played them all/But I ain’t seen nothing like him/In any amusement hall/That deaf, dumb, and blind kid/sure plays a mean pinball.

He stands like a statue/becomes part of the machine/feeling all the bumpers/always plays it clean/plays by intuition/the digit counters fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.

He’s a pinball wizard/there has to be a twist/a pinball wizard’s got such a supple wrist.

How do you think he does it?/I don’t know/What makes him so good?

Ain’t got no distractions/can’t hear no buzzers and bells/don’t see no lights a-flashing/plays by sense of smell/always gets a replay/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.

I thought I was the Bally table king/ but I just handed my pinball crown to him.

Even on my favourite table/he can beat my best/his disciples lead him in/and he just does the rest/he’s got crazy little fingers/never seen him fall/that deaf, dumb, and blind kid sure plays a mean pinball.

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

Look, he’s crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he’s up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Now he’s dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he’s as scared as me
Where’s he gone now, I can’t see

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn’t seem to move at all
Perhaps he’s dead, I’ll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

He’s come to a sticky end
Don’t think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl ’round
He’s embedded in the ground

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Why don’t you all f-fade away (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
And don’t try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
I’m just talkin’ ’bout my g-g-generation (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

People try to put us d-down (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)
Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin’ ’bout my generation)

This is my generation
This is my generation, baby

Only love
Can make it rain
The way the beach is kissed by the sea
Only love
Can make it rain
Like the sweat of lovers
Laying in the fields.

Love, Reign o’er me
Love, Reign o’er me, rain on me

Only love
Can bring the rain
That makes you yearn to the sky
Only love
Can bring the rain
That falls like tears from on high

Love Reign O’er me

On the dry and dusty road
The nights we spend apart alone
I need to get back home to cool cool rain
I can’t sleep and I lay and I think
The night is hot and black as ink
Oh God, I need a drink of cool cool rain

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Red-tailed HAWK

in June 12th, 2007 @ 12:00

Oh, MAN!?!?! The page is a mile long now. With a song the GAPAs hate. PLease zap it!!!

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Cinnamon Moon / Miriam / Soulsinger

in June 12th, 2007 @ 12:06

I don’t think that it is all pin ball wizard.

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Traggle/RavenHawk/Rubea Hawken

in June 12th, 2007 @ 12:12

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the **** is on Joey’s head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we’d ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I’ve broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them I would of let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
and sing along with every song we know
we said someday wed find out how it feels
to sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I don’t know one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
its hard to say it,
it’s time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me (fades )

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5

purplefinch

in June 12th, 2007 @ 14:42

Oh dearie me. I cannot resist.

I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m your little glowing friend,
but really I’m not actually your friend but I am…

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you,
Make a little birdhouse in your soul…

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Axa

in June 12th, 2007 @ 16:41

Part of “HYENA” by the GazettE:

Curtain of wine redâ€ƒâ€ƒcannot tell apart
As it flows downâ€ƒâ€ƒA dancing dream
Imitating left and rightâ€ƒâ€ƒCrookedâ€ƒâ€ƒMasquerade

In a decorated swaying love
Drowning in this moment
Those who swarm to you are instant sympathizers
A ruined greenhouse Prince
A CHANDELIER in the back of your head
Those dying-out daysâ€ƒâ€ƒYour sympathy is a Hyena

The voice that bloomed in your face
Is a worthless pile of idealism
Facile â€œEternityâ€ is an overused dream

With mulitcoloured tears
With mulitcoloured words
If painted over, could you exist with that face?
The imprint seen over and over
In the lies given over and over
Youâ€™re rotting as youâ€™re self absorbedâ€ƒâ€ƒSee?

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7

Sobriquet

in June 12th, 2007 @ 16:45

The Presidents song (As sung by the Animaniacs)

Y:
Heigh ho!
Do you know,
The names of the US Residents
Who then became the Presidents
And got a view from the White House loo
Of Pennsylvania Avenue

W:George Washington was the first, you see
He once chopped down a cherry tree

D:President number two would be
John Adams and then Number three

Y:Tom Jefferson stayed up to write
a declaration late at night
So he and his wife had a great big fight
And she made him sleep on the couch all night

W:James Madison never had a son
and he fought the War of 1812

D:James Monroe’s colossal nose
Was bigger than Pinnochio’s

Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it’s Andrew Jackson’s butt he kicks,
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he’s the one that the country picks

D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one term shot as chief of state

Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in thirty days!

W:John Tyler he liked country folk
D:And after him came President Polk
Y:Zachary Taylor liked to smoke
His breath killed friends whenever he spoke

W:1850, really nifty
Millard Fillmore’s in
Y:Young and fierce was Franklin Pierce
The man without a chin

D: Follows next a period spannin’
Four long years with James Buchanan
Then the South start shootin’ cannon
And we’ve got a civil war

YW&D:A war!
A war down south in Dixie!

Y:Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
D:There’s a guy who’s really thinkin’
W:Kept the United States from shrinking
Saved the ship of state from sinking

D:Andrew Johnson’s next
He had some slight defects
W: Congress each
Would impeach
D:And so the county now elects

Y: Ulysses Simpson Grant
Who would scream and rave and rant
W: While drinking whiskey
Although risky
Cause he’d spill it on his pants

Y: It’s 1877 and the democrats would gloat
But they’re all amazed when Rutherford Hayes
Wins by just one vote

D:James Garfield, someone really hated
‘Cause he was assasinated
W:Chester Arthur gets instated
Four years later he was traded

D:For Grover Cleveland, really fat
Elected twice as a democrat
Then Benjamin Harrisson after that
It’s William McKinley up at bat

Y:Teddy Roosevelt charged up San Juan Hill
W:And President Taft he got the bill
Y:In 1913 Woodrow
YW&D: Wiiilllllllson
Takes us into World War One

Y:Warren Harding he does fine
D:It’s Calvin Coolidge next in line
W: And then in 1929
The market crashes and we find

Y:It’s Herbert Hoover’s big debut
He gets the blame and loses to
D:Franklin Roosevelt, President who
Helped us win in World War Two

W:Harry Truman, weird little human
Serves two terms and when he’s done
Y:It’s Eisenhower who’s got the power
From ’53 to ’61

D:John Kennedy had Camelot
then Lyndon Johnson took his spot
Y:Richard Nixon he gets caught
And Gerald Ford fell down a lot

W:Jimmy Carter liked campaign trips
Y:And Ronald Regan’s speeches’ scripts
All came from famous movie clips
And President Bush said “read my lips”

D:Now in Washington D.C.
W:It’s democrats and the G.O.P.
Y:But the ones in charge is plain to see
D:The Clintons, Bill and Hilary

Y: The next President to lead the way
Well, it just might be yourself one day
Then the press’ll distort everything you say
YW&D:So jump in your plane and fly away

Sorry, I’m studying for my history final and have this playing in the backround on a loop. And right now, I’m procrastinating.

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8

Kiki the Great

in June 12th, 2007 @ 17:41

5- YUSSSS.

TMBG PWWWNNZZZ.

Make a hole, with the gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for

My apartment looks upside-down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It’s like a whirpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you

All alone at the 64th World’s Fair
80 dolls, it’s a small girl after all
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion
Why was the bench still warm, who had been there

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back at the edge of hearing
These were the words that the voice was repeating

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
“I don’t want the world, I just want your half”

They don’t need me here and I know you’re there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don’t know anything

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven’t walked
In the glow of each other’s majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They’re the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you

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9

Glassboro lost the game

in June 12th, 2007 @ 18:14

2- Dude, calm down. I’ve got a reasonable number of songs by The Who in there. Besides, Rebecca does like Pinball Wizard, it just gets stuck in her head.

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10

Beavo the Great

in June 12th, 2007 @ 18:27

Parody of Fergalicious

FERGIE (f/ Will.I.Am) LYRICS
Bubblicious
~~Changed~~ Improved by Beavo the Great and Leaf Loard

Four, tres, two, uno

[Will I Am]

Listen up ya’ll, Cuz this is it
The gum that I’m chewin’ is de-li-cious

[Fergie]
[Verse 1]

Bubilicious definition make them kids go loco
They want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my logo
You can chew me, you can’t bite me
You can pop me, that donâ€™t stop me
I got reasons why I tease ’em
Mouths just come and go like seasons

[Hook 1]

Bubblicious (bubblicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavorâ€™s artificial I’m all natural
That puts them kids on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them kids on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

[Verse 2]

Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def-, Bubblicious def- [def fading echo]
Bubblicious definition make them kids go crazy
They always wanna chew me
Comin’ to me call me tasty (Hey tasty)
I’m the BU to the BB, LICIOUS,
And can’t no other candy put it down like me

[Hook 2]

I’m Bubblicious (so delicious)
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workinâ€™ on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put yo kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (It’s pop, pop)
So delicious (I put them boys on pop, pop)
So delicious (they wanna taste of what I got)
Bubblicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)

[Vamp]

Boys and Girls and Babyâ€™s
If you really want me
Kiddies get some patience
Maybe then you’ll get a taste
I’ll be tasty, tasty, I’ll be laced with lacey
It’s so tasty, tasty, It’ll make you crazy

[Will I Am]

T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it candy!

[Fergie]
[Rap]

All the time I turn around always brotherâ€™s gather round always droolinâ€™ at me up and down begginâ€™ for me (uuhh)
I just wanna say it now I ain’t tryinâ€™ to round up drama little mama I don’t wanna take your kids
And I know I’m cominâ€™ off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the kids wanna chew it
But I’m tryinâ€™’ to tell, that I can’t be treated like abc gum
Cuz’ they say Iâ€™m

[Hook 3]

Delicious (So delicious)
But I ain’t juicy fruit
And if you was suspicious
That flavors artificial I’m all natural
That puts them boys on pop, pop
And they be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (pop, pop, pop)
Four, tres, two, uno
My chew stay vicious
They be up in the lab, just workin on my flavor
He’s my witness (oooh wee)
I put them kids on pop, pop
And he be lining down the isle just to taste what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

[Chorus]

So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty

It’s so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I’m Bubblicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)

[Will I Am]

T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty
T to the A to the S T E Y gum you tasty, T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the
D to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the…..

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11

Der Wachtelschlag

in June 12th, 2007 @ 18:41

Okay, MB, it’s time to play:
RECOGNIZE THE SNITCHES!!!!!
THIS WEEK’S THEME IS: ‘You and Me, Baby’
A: “Put your body/Next to mine/And dreeeam on…”
B: “If I could hold you tonight/I might never grow old”
C: “They’re forming in a straight line/They’re going through a timewind”
D: “You are the king of the divan/I am the king of the divan”
E: “Strange but not a stranger/I’m an ordinary girl”
F: “Pretty Polynesian baby/Over the sea/I remember the night/When we walked in the sands of Waikiki/And I held you oh-so-tight”
G: “I said tell me your name/Isn’t it sweet/She said my boy is DAGGER”

Have fun!

TMBG!!! I like “Bangs.”

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Der Wachtelschlag

in June 12th, 2007 @ 19:01

Incidentally, and I’m sorry for the double post, that’s “Summer Breeze” by Seals and Crofts. Album is “Traces,” also “Greatest Hits.”

I am so good.

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Purple Panda

in June 12th, 2007 @ 19:30

I have decided (inspired by the DC Kokonvention thread) that this summer I will be writing music. So, if anyone has some muse song lyrics, etc., that they want me to turn into music (and write a score, etc.), just post them here and tell me that you want me to use them. And you can specify the instruments, tune, key, time signature, etc., or you can leave it all up to me. But yeah. Just a thought…

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Beavo the Great

in June 12th, 2007 @ 19:40

Last time to get funky!
To the left!
To the right!
Criss Cross
Criss Crosss

I’m going to stop before I even go on.

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Eccentric the Afterthought

in June 12th, 2007 @ 20:39

10 – Nice!

I’m blue,
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die
Da ba dee da ba die……

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SuperSayajin424

in June 13th, 2007 @ 10:15

since my stupid ContentProtect is blocking me from going to the random thread, i shall use this as my random thread.

——————————————————————————–
so, anyways, i recently discovered the wonderful world of IMing. i am currently talking to one of my friends right now. i get lotz of 3D smileys to use, too. tis fun.

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Koko du Pelle

in June 13th, 2007 @ 12:15

Zapped post. Or eaten by WordPress.

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Koko du Pelle

in June 13th, 2007 @ 12:17

16-Oh, my goodness! What could be on the randome thread that ContentProtect is repelled by, thus making it make the randome thread off-limits to you… Have the GAPAs not been doing their job?????????

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Glassboro lost the game

in June 13th, 2007 @ 13:18

16- Oh, no you don’t. Go to this page for PoPoing.

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Beavo the Great

in June 13th, 2007 @ 15:43

Who wants to see another parody? I think the Hips Dont Lie one is best….

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SuperSaiyajin424

in June 13th, 2007 @ 17:53

20 – yes!

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SuperSaiyajin424

in June 13th, 2007 @ 17:59

18 – no, the ContentProtect is just faulty. it blocks me from Googling nonsensical words, blocks me from random pages because it says that it has porn on it, and stuff like that. it’s really ________ annoying.

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 13th, 2007 @ 18:43

If it stops you from reading nonsense, you’re out of luck here on Museblog.

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Alice

in June 13th, 2007 @ 20:11

In good King Arthur’s day,
When we lived under the king,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.*
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Three jolly rogues of Lin,
Lived a miller and a weaver and a little tailor,
Three jolly rogues of Lin.

The miller he stole corn,
And the weaver he stole yarn,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth
To keep those three rogues warm.
To keep those three rogues warm,
To keep those three rogues warm,
And the little tailor he stole broadcloth,
To keep those three rogues warm.

Tell me if you’d like to hear the other two verses, which tell of the untimely ends of the three rogues.

*I’ve spelled it wrong, I know, but I can’t remember how to spell it properly.

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Jugglebug

in June 13th, 2007 @ 20:22

I saw a Fray, OkGo, and Mae concert last night. IT WAS AMAZING. OkGo swears way way way too much, but they were definitely the highlight of the show. The Fray was good too, and they sang Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira (which was hilarious) and Day Tripper by the Beatles. They were really good! Didn’t hear much of Mae.

*is_starstruck*

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Der Wachtelschlag

in June 14th, 2007 @ 13:37

20-We did “Lips Don’t Lie” at camp. Yes. Lips. Also “Lice, Lice Baby’ and “T-E-B-A” by the Village People.

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Koko du Pelle

in June 14th, 2007 @ 14:32

24-Maybe Lynne?

Rudolpph the red-nosed reindeer,
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glowsLike a lightbulb!
All of the other reindeer,
Used to laugh and call him names,Like Pinnochio!
They wouldn’t let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer gamesLike Monopoly!
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
“Rudolph with your noose so bright,
Won’t you glide my sleigh tonight?”
Then how the reindeer loved him,
And they shoputhed out with glee,
“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer,
You’ll go down in history!”With George Washington!

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Beavo the Great

in June 14th, 2007 @ 15:04

Scales Don’t Lie
~~Changed~~

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29

Shadowkat

in June 14th, 2007 @ 15:19

15-I gotta say: that’s a GREAT song!!!!!

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Vendaval

in June 14th, 2007 @ 16:17

I had to. It can’t be as long as the 1st post.
Birdhouse in Your Soul

I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It’s a simple message and I’m leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note spelled l-i-t-e
My story’s infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn’t rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I’m your only friend
I’m not your only friend
But I’m a little glowing friend
But really I’m not actually your friend
But I am

There’s a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I’d be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you’re at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you’re at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

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31

widdershins (e~a)

in June 14th, 2007 @ 16:58

The Mesopotamians by They Might be Giants

We’ve been driving around
From one end of this town to the other and back
But no one’s ever seen us (No one’s ever seen us)
Driving our Econoline van (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
And no one’s ever heard of our band

We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

Then they wouldn’t understand a word we say,
So we’ll scratch it all down into the clay
Half believing there will sometime come a day
Someone gives a damn
Maybe when the concrete has crumbled to sand

We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

The Mesopotam-ish sun is beating down
And making cracks in the ground
But there’s nowhere else to stand
In Mesopotamia, (No one’s ever seen us)
The kingdom where we secretly reign (And no one’s ever heard of our band)
The land where we invisibly rule

As the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

This is my last stick of gum
I’m going to cut it up so everybody else gets some
Except for Ashurbanipal who says my haircut makes me look like a Mohenjo-daroan

Hey, Ashurbanipal,
I’m a Mesopotamian
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

“Hey, man, I thought that you were dead
I thought you crashed your car”
“No, man, I’ve been right here this whole time playing bass guitar
For the Mesopotamians”

We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

We’re the Mesopotamians
Sargon, Hammurabi, Ashurbanipal, and Gilgamesh

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32

curious and questioning

in June 14th, 2007 @ 17:08

5, 30- You are now my best friends. And 8(Kiki), you get an honorable mention.

I could start rambling about how I chose that song for my lyrical analysis due tomorrow in English class. A chance to force the whole class to listen to good TMBG, and my favorite song ever. I don’t know what it means. I have to do that analysis tonight.

I have to post lyrics to make this post pointed, don’t I?

Ok, after Birdhouse In Your Soul, I’ve listened to She’s An Angel the most. And 10 of my top 25 songs are TMBG.

I remember two or three people posted parts of it a couple music threads ago. Started by me.

She’s An Angel, They Might Be Giants(band), They Might Be Giants(album)

I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal so I tried to look nonchalant
We both said I really love you
The Shriners loaned us cars
We raced up and down the sidewalk twenty thousand million times

Why did they send her over anyone else
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all, in fact

When you’re folowing an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing

I heard they have a space program,
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there

Gonna ask for my admission
Gonna speak to the man in charge
The secretary says he’s on another line
Can I hold for a long long time?
I found out she’s an angel
I don’t think she knows I know
I’m worried that something might happen to me
If anyone ever finds out

Why, why did they send her over anyone else?
How should I react?
These things happen to other people
They don’t happen at all

When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re meeting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing

I heard they have a space program
When they sing you can’t hear there’s no air
Sometimes I think I’d kinda like that and
Other times I think I’m already there

When you’re following an angel
Does it mean you have to
Throw your body off a building?
Somewhere they’re metting on a pinhead
Calling you an angel
Calling you the nicest thing

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33

Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 14th, 2007 @ 17:13

Is it “nicest thing” or “nicest things“?

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34

curious and questioning

in June 14th, 2007 @ 17:16

My extreme regret for double posting cannot be expressed in human language.

31- You are also on the honorable-mention best friend list. As is anyone who posts lyrics to TMBG songs.

We were quoting it on this thread, comments 122-124. Me, e~a, and Robert-gapa.

What else is in the kokonvention songbook?

My most played songs are heavily slanted towards alarm clock songs, which have all been TMBG. After She’s An Angel, my next most played song is Your Horoscope For Today(weird al), and after that Am I Awake? (tmbg), which was my alarm clock for almost two months.

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35

curious and questioning

in June 14th, 2007 @ 17:19

Ok, that wasn’t a double post, but this will be, and the regret still applies.

33- I heard it as “nicest thing”. Let me check the wiki…
This Might Be a Wiki has “nicest things” the first two times and “nicest thing” the last time.

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36

Alice

in June 14th, 2007 @ 17:39

Aaahhh! I must permeate this thread with folk songs before it is too late! Help me, someone!

*thinks very hard*

I don’t know enough lyrics! Willie Taylor, I guess (if that qualifies), but does anyone really want to read/hear that? I’d rather not post it. The Lailly Worm and the Mackerel of the Sea? I.e., a murder ballad with fantastical creatures.

Help me!

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37

Beavo the Great

in June 14th, 2007 @ 18:09

Ladies up in here tonight
Weâ€™ll weigh em, weâ€™ll weigh em
We got the refugees up in here
Weâ€™ll weigh em

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body

And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy

Hey Girl, I can see your belly jiggling
And it’s driving me crazy
And I didn’t have the slightest idea
Until I saw you eating

And when you walk up in the kitchen
Nobody cannot ignore your unhealthy habits, girl
And everything so unexpected – the way you scarf and wolf it
So you can keep on eating it

I never really knew that she could weigh that much
She makes a man wants to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira, Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you eat like that
You make a woman get fat
So be wise and keep on
Adding the pounds to my body

And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
â€™Cause this food asi es perfecto

And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy

Oh boy, I can my body growing
Half fat, half me
I don’t, don’t really know what I’m doing
But I seem to be hungry
My will and self restraint
Have come to fail now, fail now
See, I am doing what I can, but I can’t so you know
That’s a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche
Baila en la calle de da

I never really knew that she could eat that much
She makes a man want to see her lunch
Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi comida (si, Shakira Shakira), su comida
Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk eat that
You know you got me hypnotized
So be wise and keep on
Feeding the fat on my body

Senorita, eat the food now, let me see you eat like you come from America

Mira en Barranquilla se baila as, eat it!
Mira en Barranquilla se baila as

Yeah
She’s so hungry every foods fantasy a slob like me back with the Americans from a Five Star restaurant
I go back like when she was as thin as Brittany Spears
She make a whole club dizzy
Why the CIA wanna watch her?
Americans and British
She ain’t guilty, it’s her family tradition
No more does she scarf cake
She runs the restaurant because she owns her own float (YO)

And I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I am starting to feel the weight
Come on, feed me, real fast
â€™Cause this food asi es perfecto

Oh you know I’m fat tonight
You know my scales don’t lie
And I’m starting to feel the weight
All the Cheetos, Doritos
Don’t you see baby, this is unhealthy

Weâ€™ll weigh em
Weâ€™ll weigh em

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38

Traggle/RavenHawk/Rubea Hawken

in June 14th, 2007 @ 19:05

“Someday”

How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables

I wish you’d unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there’s been too much of this
But don’t think it’s too late

Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when

Well I’d hope that since we’re here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we’ve always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)

[Solo]

How the **** did we wind up like this?
Why weren’t we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story’s played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing’s wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I’m gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when
(You’re the only one who knows that)
I know you’re wondering when

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39

Lizzie

in June 14th, 2007 @ 19:22

36 (Alice) – Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin’ trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

Good morning America how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son,
I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

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40

dark duke of darkness

in June 14th, 2007 @ 19:22

37-tihi.if that song were not so horrile i would find your parody more amusing.

Hence I will anoint
And whisper wholeheartedly
The creed of Hades and beyond
As I succumb to inevitable sin

For I cannot enslave myself
With imaginary words of salvation
The hypocrisy that surrounds my temple
Is assisted by pretenders to the throne

The winds that blow purity
Signify my chosen legacy
I was born to opposition
A contender to creation

In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli
In Sorte Diaboli

For my sins
I will ask no forgiveness
For my sins
They are not to forgive

So never speak of me quietly
Stand by my confession
I voice your rebellion
Against the traitor of the world

I am the first creature of this Kingdom
I will be the One
To out live His time
With the triumph of free will

the chosen legacy-dimmu borgir.

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41

Ebeth the Ãœbiquitous Ãœber

in June 14th, 2007 @ 19:38

37-haha, we did that one in band…well, the actual song…with no words…but those words are better anyway

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42

Glassboro lost the game

in June 15th, 2007 @ 12:43

34- What is TMBG?

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43

FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:.

in June 15th, 2007 @ 13:27

40: I love that line… I Voice Your Rebellion

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44

Alice

in June 15th, 2007 @ 15:08

Mingulay Boat Song

Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!

What care we tho’ white the Minch is
What care we for wind and weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Wearing homeward to Mingulay!

Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!

Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,
Looking seaward from the heather.
Pull her ’round boys, and we’ll anchor
‘Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!

Heel y’ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y’ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!

Now if I can find that other one . . . But it’s so hard when you don’t know the title. You’ll have to be content with that for now, though I’m sure I can find some others on Wiki.

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45

Alice

in June 15th, 2007 @ 15:18

Fine. I will painstakingly hand-type these words. Grr.

The Song of the Seal

A sea maid sings on yonder reef
The spellbound seals draw near
A lilt that lures beyond belief
Mortals enchanted hear

Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o

The wandering plowman halts his plow
The maid her milking stays
And sheep on hillside, bird on bough
Pause and listen in amaze

Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o

Was it a dream? Were all asleep?
Or did she cease her lay?
For the seals with a splash dive into the deep
And the world goes on again

Coir an oir an oir an oir o
Coir an oir an oir an eer o
Coir an oir an ee lalyuran
Coir an oir an eer o

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46

Alice

in June 15th, 2007 @ 15:28

42- Woah, you ought to know that by now, with the way everyone talks about it constantly. They Might Be Giants.

Sorry that this is a three post.

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47

curious and questioning

in June 15th, 2007 @ 17:08

36- Folk songs, did you say?

We are the folk song army,
Every one of us cares.
We all hate poverty, war, and injustice
Unlike the rest of you squares.

There are innocuous folk songs, yeah,
But we regard ’em with scorn.
The folks who sing ’em have no social conscience,
Why, they don’t even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.

If you feel dissatisfaction,
Strum your frustrations away.
Some people may prefer action,
But give me a folk song any old day.

The tune don’t have to be clever,
And it don’t matter if you put a couple extra syllables into a line.
It sounds more ethnic if it ain’t good English
And it don’t even gotta rhyme…excuse me: rhyne!

Remember the war against Franco?
That’s the kind where each of us belongs.
Though he may have won all the battles,
We had all the good songs!

So join in the folk song army!
Guitars are the weapons we bring
To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice.
Ready, aim, sing!

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48

Jugglebug

in June 15th, 2007 @ 19:12

Hey There Delilah by the Plain White T’s

Hey there Delilah
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true

Hey there Delilah
Don’t you worry about the distance
I’m right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it’s my disguise
I’m by your side

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar
We’ll have it good
We’ll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Delilah
I’ve got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I’d write it all
Even more in love with me you’d fall
We’d have it all

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me

A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they’ve got planes and trains and cars
I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we’ll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you’re to blame

Hey there Delilah
You be good and don’t you miss me
Two more years and you’ll be done with school
And I’ll be making history like I do
You know it’s all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here’s to you
This ones for you

Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
Oh it’s what you do to me
What you do to me.

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49

Beavo the Great

in June 15th, 2007 @ 19:30

48- *hates that song because it’s really corny and sounds like the Theme Song of Napolean Dynamite*

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50

Der Wachtelschlag

in June 16th, 2007 @ 09:47

37-Ha ha! Have you heard the 103.5 FM “This Is Why I’m Fat” song? Retaliation galore. Mack @ Nite plays it sometimes.
47-Tom Lehrer! “Oh Clementine/Can’t you tell from the howls of me/This love of mine/Calls to you from the bowels of me…”

No one has taken me up on my challenge. I feel lost. Alone. Lonely. And unloved. *sobs* WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

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51

FrigidSymphony .:[Blackjack Guillotine]:.

in June 16th, 2007 @ 09:50

Megadeth, “Holy Wars…The Punishment Due”

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don’t understand

Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God’s command?

A country that’s divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand

The end is near, it’s crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don’t look now to Israel
It might be in your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel’s bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die.

They killed my wife, and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake…last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake…no more mistakes!

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don’t say it, don’t mean I ain’t
thinking it
Next thing you know, they’ll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings.

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Beavo the Great

in June 16th, 2007 @ 11:10

50-On my radio, 103.5 is a country station. I think. Some people say my songs suck because they like the origional, and some people say they suck because they hate the origional, but I must say I would say This Is Why I’m Fat would be hilarous, and I love This Is Why I’m Hot too.

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53

SuperSaiyajin424

in June 17th, 2007 @ 10:17

23 – fortunately, it doesn’t. if it did, i wouldn’t be able to get on MB, period. no offense.

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54

SuperSaiyajin424

in June 17th, 2007 @ 10:19

So if you’re lonely
You know I’m here waiting for you
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken
shattered I lie
I’m just a cross-hair
I’m just a shot then we can die
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you

I say don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out

I say you don’t show
Don’t move time is slow
I say… take me out

I say you don’t know
You say you don’t go
I say… take me out

If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
I want you… to take me out

I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you

I say, don’t you know
You say you don’t know
I say… take me out

If I wait this could die
If I wane this could die
I want you to take me out

If I move, this could die
If eyes move this can die
Come on… Take me out

I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
(With you)
I know I won’t be leaving here
With you

this is probably my fav song besides fergalicious, just lose it, pump it, and hips don’t lie.

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55

curious and questioning

in June 17th, 2007 @ 14:31

48- In English, we were playing the songs we did lyric analysis for, and that song was bothering me because I didn’t know anything about it. Now I do. I don’t care quite enough to go get the song, but if someone I know talks about the band, I can ask to borrow the CD.

I’ll just go through my Top 25.

Your Horoscope For Today, “Weird Al” Yankovic, Running With Scissors

This song is in my Top 25 because it’s the song that all the play/musical people like, and it brings to mind fond memories of the play and musical.

Aquarius
There’s travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus
Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day

Pisces
Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus
You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say

Aries
The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon
Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep

Taurus
You will never find true happiness – what you gonna do, cry about it?
The stars predict tomorrow you’ll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep

That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today

Gemini
Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence
Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest

Cancer
The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud
Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver’s test

Leo
Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss’s face, oh no
Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik

Virgo
All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent – except for you
Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled on a stick

That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today

Now you may find it inconceivable or at the very least a bit unlikely that the relative position of the planets and the stars
Could have a special deep significance or meaning that exclusively applies to only you
But let me give you my assurance that these forcasts and predictions are all based on solid, scientific
Documented evidence, so you would have to be some kind of moron not to reaize that every single one of the is absolutely true

Where was I?

Libra
A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you
Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week

Scorpio
Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window
Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak

Sagittarius
All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them)
Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you’ve got hanging in your den

Capricorn
The stars say that you’re an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they’re lying
If I were you, I’d lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again

That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today

That’s your horoscope for today (that’s your horoscope for today)
That’s your horoscope for today
That’s your horoscope for today (yay yay yay yay yay)
That’s your horoscope for today

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'Dotty-kay

in June 17th, 2007 @ 21:09

4: Ew, Nickelback. *thumbs down*

5: *claps*

10: Fergie? Oh, make it stop!

15: lol! That came on at Spring Fling, and everyone went crazy because we all hadn’t heard that since, like, 4th grade when it was a big hit.

32: Ooh! Will you post your lyrics analysis?

36: Sorry, I don’t think I know any folk songs… unless “Amazing Grace” or “Waltzing Matilda” counts.

38: See #4. I think “If Everyone Cared” is their worst song yet.

41: Your band did “Hips Don’t Lie”!? As in, your school band? What is the world coming to??

48: Hmm. I liked that song the first time I heard it, and none of the subsequent times. It’s EXTREMELY overplayed now. My friend is angry that the radio stations are ruining it, because it was her favorite song three years ago.

“Cyclops Rock”

I taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart
And then you go and waste my cyclops time
Mess up my cyclops mind

I’m sick
Like Chucky was sick
My defeated heart keeps beating on
I won’t die
Like Chucky won’t die
But I’m not here to socialize
Gotta find a new place to hang out
‘Cause I’m tired of living in Hell

I’m a mess
Since you cut me out
But Chucky’s arm keeps me company
I’m a fright
With my tombstone smile
All the children run away from me
Gotta find new friends to hang with
‘Cause you’re all afraid of me

And I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart…
And then you go and waste my cyclops time,
Mess up my cyclops mind!

Dan!*

~guitar solo~

It was sweet
Like lead paint is sweet
But the after-effect left me paralyzed
I just stare
With my one glass eye
Hoping you won’t be back again
There’s a whole new generation
Waiting to be wrecked by you

I taught you how to cyclops rock!!
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!
You waste my cyclops time,
And mess up my cyclops mind!!

Pony, Twist, Monkey, and Froog!
These are the things that I taught to you
Hitchhike, Boogie, Hypocrite Bop!
I’m stuck in a van outside of New York!
AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taught you how to cyclops rock
And then you go and turn around and break my heart!!!
You waste my cyclops time
And I’ve got a cyclops mind…

*Before I looked up the lyrics, I always thought he yelled “Damn!” here. Both make sense (Dan is the band’s guitarist), but I like “damn” better because this is a really angry part of the song and this makes it into a climax.

Hm. I also thought it was “Hypocrite, Bup”, not “Hypocrite Bop”. This is from TMBW, by the way.

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Glassboro

in June 18th, 2007 @ 05:35

They Might Be Walruses? (TMBW)

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Traggle/RavenHawk/Rubea Hawken

in June 18th, 2007 @ 09:53

56- The more you say you hate Nickelback, the more I will post it

How You Remind Me

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet, yet, yet, no no
yet, yet, yet, no no

it’s not like you didn’t know that
I said i love you and i swear i still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
and this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am

It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken

For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”

yet, yet, yet, no no(x2)
yet, yet, yet, no no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldnt cut it as a poor man stealin’
and this is how you remind me
this is how you remind me

this is how you remind me of what i really am
this is how you remind me of what i really am

It’s not like you to say sorry
I’m always waiting on a different story
This time i’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,”Are we having fun yet?”
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet, are we having fun yet?
yet yet

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rabbity24

in June 18th, 2007 @ 15:35

Does anybody know the name of this song:
Push the pedal down, watch the world around, come on and lets fly, push the pedal down fly fly away… something like that but it’s on the radio a lot…

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Ebeth The Titleless

in June 19th, 2007 @ 18:59

When the Devil is too busy
And Death’s a bit too much
They call me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I’m Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I’m Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it’s all the same

I’m the fly in your soup
I’m the pebble in your shoe
I’m the pea beneath your bed
I’m a bump on every head
I’m the peel on which you slip
I’m a pin in every hip
I’m the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and ride And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

While there’s children to make sad
While there’s candy to be had
while there’s pockets left to pick
While there’s grannies left to trip down the stairs
I’ll be there, I’ll be waiting ’round the corner
It’s a game. I’m glad I’m in it
‘Cause there’s one born every minute
And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I’m the fear that keeps you awake
I’m the shadows on the wall
I’m the monsters they become
I’m the nightmare in your skull
I’m a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I’m the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it’s so easy when you’re evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I’m evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

It gets so lonely being evil
What I’d do to see a smile
Even for a little while
And no one loves you when you’re evil
I’m lying through my teeth!
Your tears are all the company I need

Probably the funniest thing about this song (besides the ending :D) is hearing hewitt sing the bit about “and i do it all for free” i’m absolutely determined to record that on my phone, but i told him i was going to, so he always stops when i try to sneakily take my phone out (i guess i’m not that sneaky…)

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Ebeth The Titleless

in June 19th, 2007 @ 19:03

oh hey, and what about sir paul and his b-day? some beatles would be good…

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.
I’m crying.

Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday.
Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Mister City Policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row.
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run.
I’m crying, I’m crying.
I’m crying, I’m crying.

Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye.
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,
Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun.
If the sun don’t come, you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.

Expert textpert choking smokers,
Don’t you thing the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty,
See how they snied.
I’m crying.

Semolina pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower.
Elementary penguin singing Hari Krishna.
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.
I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob.
Goo goo g’joob g’goo goo g’joob g’goo.

haha, i love that song. and i can totally sing it too.

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62

Red-tailed HAWK

in June 19th, 2007 @ 19:49

59-Ooo I’ve heard that and I think my mom might kow, but I’ll ask her…

I can never think of the right songs to post when I get here…and mine aren’t worth the blog space…

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Alice

in June 19th, 2007 @ 21:48

61- HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh. I hate that song.

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64

Sobriquet

in June 19th, 2007 @ 21:55

63- Why?

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Alice

in June 19th, 2007 @ 22:43

64- Goodness knows. I just hate it. My sister used to listen to it a lot, too. But I think I was overreacting again. *sigh*

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 19th, 2007 @ 22:59

Would it help if you knew it was a parody? The Beatles later revealed that they were making fun of some of Bob Dylan’s more pretentiously obscure lyrics.

Speaking of parodies, has anyone here seen The Rutles? Some of the Monty Python troupe filmed a sendup of the Beatles. I’ve never listened to “I Am the Walrus” in quite the same way since hearing the Rutles’ song “Piggy in the Middle”:

Bible punching heavyweight
Evangelistic boxing kangaroo
Orangutan and anaconda
Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, even Pluto, too

Hey, diddle diddle (whooo!)
The cat and the fiddle (whooo!)
Piggy in the middle (whooo!)
Do a poo poo

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Alice

in June 19th, 2007 @ 23:04

It is pretty much a bunch of nonsense strung together, isn’t it?

The “Rutles”? Does that mean anything?

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 19th, 2007 @ 23:08

The name comes from Rutland, the smallest county in England. It rhymes with “scuttles.”

Their movie and songs are still around. They’re worth a look and a listen. The parodies and production are so good that sometimes you could easily mistake them for the Beatles.

Naturally, the Rutles have their own Wikipedia article.

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Alice

in June 19th, 2007 @ 23:20

I see. Well, hmm. “Major Happy’s Up-and-Coming Once Upon a Good Time Band”? Oh, please. That is so obviously a parody on “Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” that it’s not even funny. Actually, it is rather funny.

I don’t even know how to spell Seargant. Is that right? Or is the one in the title right?

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rabbity24

in June 20th, 2007 @ 07:43

heehee I don’t think either spelling is right I think it’s Seargent but I’m too lazy to look it up

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Rebecca Lasley (Administrator)

in June 20th, 2007 @ 11:04

(66 ff.) For years I thought I had dreamed The Rutles because no one else I knew had any idea of what I was talking about.

The song I best remember is “Cheese and Onions,” specifically the part “let me spell it out . . . C-h-e-e-s-[and so on]”

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 20th, 2007 @ 11:13

“MuseBlog: Where things you thought you hallucinated turn out to be true.”

Yes, if MBers ever need a new way to torture their siblings, learning and singing “Piggy in the Middle” and “Cheese and Onions” would be an effective option.

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 11:25

72- I’m not the torturing one. I just torture her by refusing to play games, and she plays loud and annoying songs.

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 11:32

It’s Sergeant.

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75

Sobriquet

in June 20th, 2007 @ 12:26

68- Oh fabulous, I love it! Their song titles are just perfect!

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76

Sweet Melpomene

in June 20th, 2007 @ 15:47

o_O random…

“Good Day” by the Dresden Dolls; lyrics copied from their website. And censored by me. Unfortunately, it’s my favourite line in the song I had to censor…

so you dont want to hear about my good song?
and you dont want to hear about how i am getting on
with all the things that i can get done
the sun is in the sky & i am by my lonesome
so you don’t want to hear about my good day?
you have better things to do than to hear me say

god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took out the trash today and i’m on fire…

so you don’t want to hear about my good friends?
you dont have the guts to take the truth or consequence
success is in the eye of the beholder
and its looking even better over your cold shoulder

i’m not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning
but jesus think about the bridges you are burning
and i’m betting
that even though you knew it from the start
you’d rather be a [censored] than be an ordinary broken heart

so go ahead and talk about your bad day…
i want all the details of the pain and misery
that you are inflicting on the others
i consider them my sisters and i’d like their numbers

god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i took up croquet today and i’m on fire

i picked up the pieces of my broken ego
i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go
but i’d love to have you up to see the place
& i’d like to do more than survive i’d like to rub it in your face…..

hey! its been a lovely day! everything is going my way
i had so much fun today and i’m on fire
god it’s been a lovely day everything’s been going my way
ever since you went away hey i’m on fire…..
i’m on fire…
i’m on fire…
so you dont want to hear about my good day?

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 16:40

And he sunk her in the lonesome, lonesome water,
And he sunk her in the lonesome sea.

Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree
And he sunk . . . Oh wait, that doesn’t work. He wouldn’t sink his own ship!

Agh I don’t know half the words anyways and I started in the middle. How about the other version.

Oh there was a ship a-sailing in the North Americee*
And she went by the name of the Green Willow Tree.

Sailing-O the lonesome, lowlands low, so level and so low.

They had not been a-sailing for two weeks or three,
When they were overtaken by the Turkish Revelee.**

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

“Oh” cried the captain, “whatever will we do?
The Turkish Revelee will surely cut us all in two.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Up spake the cabin-boy “What will you give to me,
If I sink for you the Turkish Revelee?”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

“Oh I will give you gold, and I will give you fee,
And my only daughter your wedded wife to be.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Turkish Revelee.

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

He had a little instrument just fitted for the work,
And he bored nine holes in the bottom of the Turk.

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Some the came with hats, and some they came with caps,
And they tried for to fill those salty water gaps.

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Out on his back, and away swam he,
And he swam till he came to the Green Willow Tree.

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

“Oh” said the cabin boy “come take me up on board.
And be unto me just as good as your word.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

“No” said the captain “I won’t take you up on board.
I won’t be unto you just as good as my word.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

“If it weren’t for my love of your daughter and your men,
I would do unto you as I done unto them.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Out on his back, and away swam he
“Farewell, farewell, to the Green Willow Tree.”

Sailing-O the lonesome lowlands low, so level and so low.

Charming, no?

*Don’t ask, I don’t know.
**I’m merely repeating what I heard. It’s probably a total Mondagreen, but who cares?

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 20th, 2007 @ 16:54

That song (and the ship) is usually called “The Golden Vanity.” I’m sure you’d turn up thousands of Google hits with that title.

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 16:59

78- The version I heard (the second one) was the Green Willow Tree. I later saw it in a book of poetry as “The Golden Vanity”, but still sing it as The Green Willow Tree. I think that maybe the other version (the first one) was called the Golden Willow Tree, but maybe I’m imagining things.

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 20th, 2007 @ 17:08

I’ve just done a little Web search. It’s one of the Child ballads (number 286), and there are dozens of versions and titles. You can see several of them listed at http: //thechildballads. com/ .

Francis Child collected it under the name “The Sweet Trinity.” Other names include “The Golden Vanity,” The Golden Victory,” “The Golden Willow Tree,” “The Merry Golden Tree,” “The Sweet Kumadee,” “The Turkish Rebelee,” “The Turkey Shivaree,” and “The Weeping Willow Tree.” The enemies are sometimes Turks, sometimes Spaniards, and sometimes French. Old ballads are fun to sing, but they’re unreliable sources of historical information.

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 17:13

80- In some versions Sir Walter Raleigh is the captain, in some versions the captain keeps his promises (or some of them) in some the boy is saved, in some he dies. It goes on and on.

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Robert Coontz (Administrator)

in June 20th, 2007 @ 17:14

It would be fun to write a science-fiction version, with spaceships.

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Alice

in June 20th, 2007 @ 17:21

82- Ohyeah! Totally. Maybe I will someday. Or maybe it could be an RRR sometime.

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Prarilius Canix

in June 20th, 2007 @ 17:48

Oh there was a ship a-flying o’er the Alpha Centauree*
And she went by the name of the Green Willow Tree.

Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.

They had not been a-flying for two weeks or three,
When they were overtaken by the Martian Revelee.**

Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.

“Oh” cried the captain, “whatever will we do?
The Martian Revelee will surely blow us all in two.”

Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.

Up spake the cabin-boy “What will you give to me,
If I depress’rize the Turkish Revelee?”

Flying-O the lonesome, nebulae, so colorful and bright.

“Oh I will give you gold, and platinum for fee,
And my only daughter your wedded wife to be.”