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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 2:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 15, 2006 6:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 5:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 10:34 am
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*As the applause from audience dies out, she stands up and braces herself for her turn. Upon reaching the stage, she finds the mic and taps it a few times as a nervous habit. Suddenly, the music starts and she prepares to sing.* "Headfirst for Halos, MCR"
YAAAA!
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all, I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feelin'. And now the red ones make me fly, And the blue ones help me fall, And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling. And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall, Fall on your tongue like pixie dust just think happy thoughts,
And we'll fly home, We'll fly home, You and I, We'll fly home.
C'mon!
Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all, I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feelin'. And now these red ones make me fly, And the blue ones help me fall, And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling, Now...
We'll fly home, You and I, we'll fly home.
Now honestly, that's what I said to her, What I said to her.
Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts, Think ha- WOO!
(Happy now Obake?)
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 6:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 6:45 pm
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*He takes the stage and smiles* "Country House" By Blur
And so the the story begins
City dweller, successful fella Thought to himself oops I've got a lot of money I'm caught in a rat race terminally I'm a professional cynic but my heart's not in it I'm paying the price of living life at the limit Caught up in the centuries anxiety It preys on him, he's getting thin
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country It's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country
He's got morning glory, life's a different story Everything going jackanory, in touch with his own mortality He's reading balzac, knocking back prozac It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland Oh it's the centuries remedy For the faint at heart, a new start
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country Says she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
In the country, in the country
Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why Blow, blow me out I am so sad, I don't know why
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country Watching afternoon repeats and the food he eats in the country He takes all manner of pills and piles up analyst bills in the country Oh, it's like an animal farm lot's of rural charm in the country
He lives in a house, a very big house in the country He's got a fog in his chest so he needs a lot of rest in the country He doesn't drink smoke laugh, takes herbal baths in the country And she's come to no harm on an animal farm in the country
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:29 am
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 3:20 pm
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 10:32 am
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*He quietly taps his G-blade to the floor for attention.* This has been in the crew only forum for a while as it was posteed there before it was crew only. We're rebuilding and I miss the karaoke. So Here we are. *Pops his collar after tossing his G-blade to the stage* Here we go kids *Starts tapping his toes as he sings out
Black Cadillacs
And it's true we named our children After towns that we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hung around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral.
*A hint of a smile across his battered and weary face as he jumps into the air and air guitars as he lands*
And we were done, done, done With all the ********, ********, ********' around. You were so true to yourself. You were true to no one else. Well I should put you in the ground.
*Singing desperately, doing awesome Brandon Flowers style hand motions*
I've got the time, I got the hours, I got the days, I got the weeks. I could say to myself I've got the words but I can't speak. Well I was done, done, done With all the circ, circ, circlin' round.
*Throws his coat off to reveal his smooth, painted, muscled and incredibly sexy chest*
I didn't die and I ain't complainin'. I ain't blamin' you. I didn't know that the words you said to me Meant more to me than they ever could you. I didn't lie and I ain't sayin' I told the whole truth. I didn't know that this game we were playin' Even had a set of rules.
*I mean a chest of the ******** gods here guys. Perfect corded muscle hairless and with a hint of happy trail going to his belly button. Christ he turns me on.*
We named our children after towns That we've never been to. And it's true that the clouds just hunger around Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral. And we were laughing at the stars While our feet clung tight to the ground. So pleased with ourselves For using so many verbs and nouns.
*Taps his feet and begins to sing softer*
But we were all still just dumb, dumb, dumber Than the dirt, dirt, dirt on the ground. Well wings on flames, kings with no names, Well this place just ain't got right air right now. You were so all over town but still so Crayola brown. Well you should run 'round yourself right now. And we were done, done, done With all the ********, ********, ********' around. Circlin' round.
*Picks up G-Blade and coat as he exits the stage.*
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 1:19 am
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That Shroomin Stoner Crew
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:21 am
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 3:40 am
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*Walks onto stage in a fog of aromatic smoke.* Figure I could return the favor. Hopefully. *His eyes light up as he stick his lighter in his pocket and begins to sing.*
A Dustland Fairytale beginning Just another white trash county kiss In '61, long brown hair, and foolish eyes
He looked just like you'd want him to Some kind of slick chrome American Prince A bluejean serenade, and Moon River, what you do to me I don't believe you
*Focuses at the ground with a smile*
Saw Cinderella in a party dress But she was looking for a nightgown I saw the devil wrapping up his hands He's getting ready for the showdown I saw the minute that I turned away I got my money on a pawn tonight
*Kicks out the mic stand holding on tight as he draws his head back and sings*
Change came in disguise of revelation, set his soul on fire She says she always knew he'd come around And the decades disappear like sinking ships But we persevere, God gives us hope But we still fear what we don't know
*Drops to one knee voice cracking as he smiles and sings*
The mind is poison Castles in the sky sit stranded, vandalized With drawbridges closing
Saw Cinderella in a party dress But she was looking for a nightgown I saw the devil wrapping up his hands He's getting ready for the showdown I saw the ending when they turned the page I threw my money and I ran away Straight to the valley of the great divide
Out where the dreams all hide Out where the wind don't blow Out here, the good girls die And the sky won't snow Out here, the bird don't sing Out here, the field don't grow Out here, the bell don't ring Out here, the bell don't ring
*Throws his mic and just sings*
Out here, the good girls die
Now Cinderella, don't you go to sleep It's such a bitter form of refuge Why don't you know, the kingdom's under siege And everybody needs you Is there still magic in the midnight sun Or did you leave it back in ‘61? In the cadence of a young man's eyes Out where the dreams all hide
*Smirks and walks away* Hope it was good for you too.
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Posted: Tue May 18, 2010 9:01 am
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*Scowls and takes the stage, looking out to the audience. Half getting drunk. Half passed out from being drunk. Grabs the mic and clears the throat.* AHEM Stacey's Mom By: foundations of Wayne
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on Stacy's mom has got it goin' on Stacy's mom has got it goin' on Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, can I come over after school? (after school) We can hang around by the pool (hang by the pool) Did your mom get back from her business trip? (business trip) Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? (give me the slip)
You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be I'm all grown up now, baby can't you see
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on She's all I want and I've waited for so long Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn) Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on) I could tell she liked me from the way she stared (the way she stared) And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there" (a spot over there)
And I know that you think it's just a fantasy But since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on She's all I want, and I've waited so long Stacy, can't you see you're just not the girl for me I know it might be wrong, but I'm in love with Stacy's mom
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on She's all I want and I've waited for so long, Stacy can't you see your just not the girl for me, I know it might be wrong but oh oh (I know it might be wrong) I'm in love with (Stacy's mom oh oh) (Stacys mom oh oh) I'm in love with Stacy's mom
*runs off the stage*
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