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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 22, 2006 11:47:57 GMT -5
I probably spelled that wrong...oh well!
Anyways, this works pretty much like karaoke. Just grab the mic and start singing! It's actually quite fun...=P
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 23, 2006 22:06:14 GMT -5
*turns microphone and karaoke machine on* Ahem..
Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time Come on just snap snap snap your fingers for me Good, good! Now we're making some progress Come on just tap tap tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Applause, applause, no wait wait Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make: It seems the artists these days are not who you think So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes
*bows* Thank you! *passes mic to someone else*
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 23, 2006 22:43:27 GMT -5
I think I've heard that song before...probably not though...
Anyway...
*ahem*
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day Out in the yard with your wife and children Working on some stage in LA Did you stand there in shock at the site of That black smoke rising against that blue sky Did you shout out in anger In fear for your neighbor Or did you just sit down and cry
Did you weep for the children Who lost their dear loved ones And pray for the ones who don't know Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble And sob for the ones left below
Did you burst out in pride For the red white and blue The heroes who died just doing what they do Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer And look at yourself to what really matters
I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you The difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us And the greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day Teaching a class full of innocent children Driving down some cold interstate Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor In a crowded room did you feel alone Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her Did you dust off that bible at home Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened Close your eyes and not go to sleep Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages Speak with some stranger on the street Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow Go out and buy you a gun Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watching And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger Stand in line and give your own blood Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family Thank God you had somebody to love
I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you The difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us And the greatest is love
I'm just a singer of simple songs I'm not a real political man I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you The difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us And the greatest is love
The greatest is love The greatest is love
Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 23, 2006 22:46:26 GMT -5
*claps* *steals the mic away*
Old Godzilla was hopping around Tokyo City like a big playground When suddenly Batman burst from the shade And hit Godzilla with a Bat Grenade Godzilla got pissed and began to attack But didn't expect to be blocked by Shaq Who proceeded to open up a can of Shaq Fu When Aaron Carter came out of the blue
And he started beating up Shaquille O'Neal Then they both got flattened by the Batmobile But before it could make it back to the Batcave Abraham Lincoln popped out of his grave And took an AK47 out from under his hat And blew Batman away with a rat-a-tat-tat But he ran out of bullets and he ran away Because Optimus Prime came to save the day
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny
Godzilla took a bite out of Optimus Prime Like Scruff McGruff took a bite out of crime And then Shaq came back covered in a tire track But Jackie Chan jumped out and landed on his back And Batman was injured, and trying to get steady When Abraham Lincoln came back with a machete But suddenly something caught his leg and he tripped Indiana Jones took him out with his whip
Then he saw Godzilla sneaking up from behind And he reached for his gun which he just couldn't find 'Cause Batman stole it and he shot and he missed And Jackie Chan deflected it with his fist Then he jumped in the air and did a summersault While Abraham Lincoln tried to pole vault Onto Optimus Prime, but they collided in the air Then they both got hit by a Care Bear Stare, oooh
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be This is the Ultimate Showdown...
Angels sang out in immaculate chorus Down from the heavens descended Chuck Norris Who deliver a kick which could shatter bones Into the crotch of Indiana Jones Who fell over on the ground, writhing in pain As Batman changed back into Bruce Wayne But Chuck saw through his clever disguise And he crushed Batman's head in between his thighs
Then Gandalf the Grey and Gandalf the White and "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"'s Black Knight and Benito Mussolini and The Blue Meanie and Cowboy Curtis and Jambi the Genie Robocop, the Terminator, Captain Kirk, and Darth Vader Lo Pan, Superman, every single Power Ranger Bill S. Preston and Theodore Logan, Spock, The Rock, Doc Ock, and Hulk Hogan All came out of no where lightning fast and they kicked Chuck Norris in his cowboy ass It was the bloodiest battle the world ever saw With civilians looking on total awe
And the fight raged on for a century Many lives were claimed, but eventually The champion stood, the rest saw their better: Mr. Rogers in a bloodstained sweater
This is the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see And only one will survive, I wonder who it will be This is the Ultimate Showdown... This is the Ultimate Showdown... This is the Ultimate Showdown... Of Ultimate Destiny
Heh. I love Albinoblacksheep.com ;D
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Post by Leon Kindred on Jul 24, 2006 8:54:06 GMT -5
*steals mic* Thank you, thank you!
It's not hard to reach back to the day underneath that Iowa sun running to the tower of waterloo looking for the Sullivan's train to come and his five boys would run to the top and salute him as he went by first we'd wave hello then we'd wave goodbye goodbye
it's not hard to reach back to the days after the attack on pearl and overnight my buddies turned into men running out of time for games and girls and the Sullivan boys were not overlooked Uncle Sam'll call them each by name the very next day they left on a mystery train
say goodbye bye bye, Mrs. Sullivan and don't you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry "-We regret to inform you the Navy has taken your sons away-" all five, five, five, five, so put your blue stars in the window
it's not hard to reach back to her smile when she'd recieve a letter and the letters they sounded generally the same they said if they couldn't be home but at least they were together on a mighty fighting battleship somewhere in the South Pacific the letters never got much more specific
say goodbye bye bye, Mrs. Sullivan and don't you cry, cry cry cry cry "-We regret to inform you the Navy is keeping your sons away-" all five, five, five, five, so keep your blue star in the window
it's not hard to reach back to the day when the war finally came home Uncle Sam'll send you a telegram so he doesn't have to tell you over the phone i heard she cracked up when they found out what the war had cost when all five of her boys were lost, they were, they were, they were
oh say goodbye bye bye, Mrs. Sullivan go ahead and cry cry cry cry cry "-We regret to inform you that all your sons have passed away-" all five five five five so change your blue star to gold
blue star to gold
blue star to gold
blue stars... change them to gold
(You can listen to the song cause its under the cbox on the main page labeled "Caroline Spine-Sullivan"
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 24, 2006 9:26:05 GMT -5
*steals mic back* ^___^
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words. "What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to the waiter. "Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a sleeper."
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne Oh! Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.
I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...
I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No. It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god d**n door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again...
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Post by Leon Kindred on Jul 24, 2006 9:38:26 GMT -5
(I heard that on the radio yesterday... its kinda weird)
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 24, 2006 9:39:29 GMT -5
(Very strange video... )
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 24, 2006 11:44:57 GMT -5
*Steals mic away from whoever had it last*
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock, speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height, down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh, this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite. Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it. It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 24, 2006 11:45:52 GMT -5
That's an interesting song...
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 24, 2006 11:46:50 GMT -5
Yes it is. ^_^
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 24, 2006 14:27:15 GMT -5
I like it though...that's why I sang it... ;D
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Post by Acia Pron on Jul 25, 2006 10:00:53 GMT -5
Its been one week since you looked at me thingyed your head to the side and said Im angry. Five days since you laughed at me Saying get that together come back and see me. Three days since the living room I realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell you Yesterday youd forgiven me But itll still be two days till I say Im sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think Youll think youre looking at aquaman I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss I like the sushi cause its never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes Big like leann rimes Because Im all about value Bert kaempferts got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake Id like a stinkin achin shake I like vanilla, its the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show, cause then youll know The vertigo is gonna grow Cause its so dangerous, youll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Cant understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt
Its been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said youre crazy Five days since you tackled me Ive still got the rug burns on both my knees Its been three days since the afternoon You realized its not my fault not a moment too soon Yesterday youd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say youre sorry
Chickity china the chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin Watchin x-files with no lights on, were dans la maison I hope the smoking mans in this one Like harrison ford Im getting frantic Like sting Im tantric Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like kurasawa I make mad films Okay I dont make films But if I did theyd have a samurai Gonna get a set of better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my Irons arent always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with sailor moon Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think youre funny when youre mad Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Cant understand what I mean? you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt
Its been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said Im sorry Five days since I laughed at you And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do Three days since the living room We realized were both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday you just smiled at me Cause itll still be two days till we say were sorry Itll still be two days till we say were sorry Itll still be two days till we say were sorry Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 25, 2006 16:13:25 GMT -5
*claps four times then begs for the mic*...
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me. I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an "L" on her forehead. Well the years start coming, and they don't stop coming Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go. You'll never shine if you don't glow. Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play. Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold. It's a cool place, and they say it gets colder. You're bundled up now, wait 'till you get older. But the media men beg to differ Judging by the hole in the satellite picture. The ice we skate is getting pretty thin. The water's getting warm so you might as well swim. My world's on fire, how about your's? 'Cuz that's the way I like it and I'll never get bored. Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play. Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold. Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play. Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars-- Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas I need to get myself away from this place. I said yep, what a concept. I could use a little fuel myself. And we could all use a little change. Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming. Fed to the rules and I hit the ground the running. Didn't make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to see. So what's wrong with taking the backstreets? You'll never know if you don't go. You'll never shine if you don't glow. Hey now, you're an All Star! Get your game on, go play. Hey now, you're a Rock Star! Get the show on, get paid. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold. And all that glitters is gold. Only shooting stars break the mold.
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Post by .:Catty Renna< on Jul 25, 2006 16:17:41 GMT -5
I...luv...this...song!!!!
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