NUR EIN XI - This Is Not a Test

[iVeg]

A voice from the midst of chaos
Let there be light
Warm darkness disappearing
Space was once so comforting
Tight, constricting, kicks you out
Slap on the ass
Crying in the brightness

This is not a test
This is your life, this is my life
Welcome to reality,
NA na Na na NA na Na na
This is not a test
But it is, with truth and consequences
Strips away all your defenses
This is not a test

A voice from the midst of quiet
Let there be music
Banging pots, discordant screaming
Baby slapping ivories
Practice singing high and shrill
Get in the van
Glowing in the spotlights

CH

Calloused fingers bending wires
Senses seeking inspiration
Poetry in stolen moments
Anguish and elation

CH

[BenKrieger]

This Is Not A Test
by Sólo Frijoles

She was a baby and she counted all the family fingers
See number in a picture book and she would linger
Counted wedges in a lemon when her mom would cut it
Gathered Cheerios and raisins and she'd start to sum it
It was September in a kindergarten counting lesson
Teacher said they would practice writing number seven
When it was legible she'd give them all a smelly sticker
The girl jumped up on the table and she told the teacher

This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!

When she was seven she was thinking in the triple digits
She had to practice filling bubbles and she’d start to fidget
The teacher wrote a sample problem like they would be tested
"Add 28 and 29 and you've 30 seconds"
She put a 30 with a 30 and she took away three
Raised her hand and wrote the answer up for others to see
Teacher said "you've gotta carry that's the way you do it"
Girl sat down in the back and in her heart she knew it...

This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!

She was a junior sit-and-copying equations
And it didn't even cause her a stir
She spent a senior year semester back in algebra
It all added up to a blur
She'd scribble little octahedrons in the margins
And she didn't even know what they were

And now she’s back, standing up in the front of the class
Got a lesson, an objective, and an opening task
Students diligently working with their number stencils
Someone’s sleeping in the back with a broken pencil
Out on a Friday with her teacher friends' drunken capers
Stumbles home, puts her head down on pile of papers
Shuts her eyes, counting sheep until she’s finally dreaming
That she’s a baby counting fingers in the back and screaming...

This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!
This is not a test of my love!

[Caravan Ray]

This is not a Test
- Strangely Brown


Arthur Beetson was skinny 20 year old kid from Roma who knew his way around a football field.
Went down to the big smoke in Sydney and pretty soon found himself mixing it with the Poms wearing the Green and Gold
By the time his Roosters smashed Changa and his white boots in the 74 Grand Final,
Big Artie was a Rugby League Immortal

Meanwhile, down on the New South Wales south coast, young Mick Cronin was learning how to pull beers at his dad’s pub in Gerringong.
While out on the paddock, he was honing the skills that would making him a household name.
Quiet, unassuming and supremely talented - an ornament to the Game and a monument to humanity.
one of the classiest centres ever to play the game,
and apparently, one of the nicest blokes to pull on a footy boot.

Over the years, Artie and The Crow played for New South Wales together,
played Tests for Australia together.
And in 1979 even ended up playing at the Parramatta Eels together.
They enjoyed a game of golf or squash together. They were good mates.
Then that one night in Brisbane, they were wearing different coloured jumpers, Blue and Maroon - and nothing was ever the same again…

This is no Grand Final, this is not a Test
No, this is something new, Rugby League at its best
It was State against State
It was mate against mate
And the moment that Big Artie thumped The Crow
That’s what made it great

The Origin was a new thing, no one thought it would work.
Would the players take it seriously?
Would they really put it all in against the blokes they played alongside week after week?
But one person knew it would work.
Big Artie got to fulfil a dream that night by marching out onto Lang Park in a maroon jersey.
He was a Queenslander.
He was home, and he and his mates had something to prove.
In the stands, the northerners were roaring for blood.
For too long they had seen their heroes poached away by the shiny-arses down south.
Down the pitch though – all Artie could see was 13 bastards wearing blue jumpers.
And he hated bastards in blue jumpers.
And when he saw one of those blue jumpers stand in a tackle and try to off-load – Big Artie poleaxed him,
The Crow went down like a sack of spuds, and all around the State,
from Coolangatta to The Isa,
from Thargomindah to Cairns
the people roared “QUEENSLANDER!!”.

This is no Grand Final, this is not a Test
This is State of Origin, Rugby League at its best
It was State against State
It was mate against mate
And the moment that Big Artie thumped The Crow
That’s what made it great

Big Artie has left us now.
The pies took their toll and that heroic heart finally gave out during a bike ride on the Gold Coast.
“I bet all the bikes in Queensland rejoiced” quipped Cronin about his old mate.
There were never any hard feelings.
It’s a hard game, and it has to be played hard.
Mick and Arthur even sat next to each other on the plane home after that first match.
And now, all these years later – Blue and Maroon are tribal colours.
The Cane Toads and the Cockies in the crowd scream at each other with a passion unmatched by any other contest.
This is Rugby League.
The Greatest Game of All.
And on that night all those years ago –
two good mates gave us one of its finest moments.

This is no Grand Final, this is not a Test
This is State of Origin, Rugby League at its best
It was State against State
It was mate against mate
And the moment that Big Artie thumped The Crow
That’s what made it great

The night Big Artie thumped The Crow
The night Big Artie thumped The Crow
That’s what made it great

[josh]

Alfred Nobel, namesake of the Nobel Peace Prize
son of Immanuel and Carolina
born among seven siblings in Stockholm Sweden
he developed an early interest in scientific endeavors.
A quick study and keen intellect, Alfred was a pioneer in his fields
and he invented many useful tools in his career
including plywood.
But he is most known for an invention that earned him the nickname
"Merchant of Death" in an erroneous obituary
that was written while he was still alive.
Alfred Nobel invented: TNT

This is not a Test...

[Paco Del Stinko]

This Is Not A Test - Paco del Stinko

Let there be light, is what they say he said
And after a week he just went to bed
First there was Adam, and then there was Eve
With only one chick around he must have got peeved

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Next came the flood, and Noah's Ark
I can't imagine the stink inside of that park
And then the Romans took over with military skills
But don't cross their path or you'll get your ass kiled


This is the real deal, this is not a test
One time around, and not in jest
There's only one chance so don't blow it
This is not a test

We can stop right here, go have lunch and a beer
Cos there's more to the story, than there does appear (there does appear)
Some say that apes, both small and great
Are our grandparents, so go put that on your plate yeah!

Fast forward a lot, two thousand sixteen
Billions of people in an outrageous scene
We may create again, new girls and boys
Cos the way that it's going we might self destroy

This is the real deal, this is not a test
One time around, and not in jest
There's only one chance so don't blow it
This is not a test

[bgm]

This Is Not A Test
by bgm

the Emergency Broadcast System
was established in 1963
so the President of the USA
could communicate in an emergency
in the event of a war or threat of war
they’d relay to a teletype machine
with the ringing of ten bells it would print
a row of X’s that no one had ever seen

that would trigger a two-tone signal
of 853 and 960Hz
it’s an interval real unpleasant
to the human ear

a taped announcement would interrupt a show
for one whole minute when weekly tests would run
the only time it was accidentally used:
a false alarm back in 1971
when someone chose the wrong message to transmit
but nothing happened and nobody was hurt
the test continued ’til 97 when
it was replaced by Emergency Alert

this is all public information
available on request
it’s only here for your entertainment
this is not a test

[Lunkhead]

This Is Not A Test
by Berkeley Social Scene

Took a trip up to the bay
Just needed to get out of LA
Hitched my way to Haight Ashbury
Found myself in a dispensary

Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun

Filled my pipe and took a hit
Smoke rising, and ashes glowing
Straight to my head but I’ll be OK
No one cares about me anyway

Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun

This is not a test
This is an acid test
This is not a test
This is an acid test

Now I’m free as I can be
The dealers all know me by name
Found a room in an old Victorian
Sleep on the floor but I’m still kickin’

Now I'm baked out of my gourd
On my knees and praying to the lord
I can't undo what I've done
Feeling a high I can't outrun

[Levittdown]

This Is Not A Test - Levittdown

You woke up this morning
It felt like any day
The sun was shining brightly
You had nothing to say
The empty house was quiet
The street noise was a song
Of sirens and policemen
Of right and of wrong

This is not a test
You've got to do your best

It all changed in a moment
You watched from the lawn
Your mother in slow motion
In a moment she was gone
No sirens when they're needed
No one to bring them aid
It was one step far too many
It was not just any day

This is not a test
You've got to do your best

[MicahSommer]

THIS IS NOT A TEST
Micah Sommersmith

NEWSCAST: ...where today a costumed hero single-handedly rescued a bus full of children from plunging into the North River. The rescuer identified herself only as the Blue Bolt. Her true identity, and any possible connection to the city’s established costumed crimefighter Johnny Hero, is unknown, as is the cause of the near-fatal incident itself. Stay with us as this story develops. For Capital City News 7, I’m Bill Bussleman...

Your faithful reporter of crime and catastrophe
“Bring us the latest!” Is what you all ask of me
Heroes so daring and villains so dastardly:
Whene’er they strike, I’ll be there.

Telling the story in all of its layers
Marshaling facts to convince the naysayers
Tirelessly working for truth, so purveyors
Of slander and falsehoods, beware!

But I was not always your brave correspondent
Once I was young, destitute, and despondent
Couldn’t tell time, for my watch, I had pawned it.
I wandered the city alone.

Then one day, a gunman I spied in the street
Was reducing bystanders to ribbons of meat
A TV reporter lay dead at my feet,
So I snatched up his live microphone,

And I said...

This is not a test, y’all, this is not a drill!
There’s a crazy man here and he’s willing to kill!
If you’ve got a deathwish, that’s a wish he’ll fulfill,
So stay away! By the way, my name’s Bill,

And I’ll be bringing you coverage that’s up to the minute.
You can trust me on this clusterfuck, ‘cause I’m in it
This killer is insane, got a problem in his brain,
That’s a fact, no matter how the pundits wanna spin it!

On the scene here, blood is pooling, brains are splattering
Wounded survivors are panicking and scattering
But wait, who’s that, in a cape and a mask?
It’s our old pal Johnny Hero, the man is back again!

The villain’s dropped his gun, I’m watching Hero pursue him
He’s trying to hide, but Hero’s coming right to him
He’s trying to fight, I’m watching Hero subdue him
Shit, Hero just picked him up, and just threw him!

The battle is over, everything is all right!
Johnny Hero saved the day, we can call it a night!
This has been Bill Bussleman rocking the mic
Man my head is reeling, but it’s a feeling that I like!

I’ve never done anything like this before
And I’ve gotta admit, I gotta do it more
Gotta make it my job, it’ll be a job I adore
Finally something feels like a passion, not a chore

So I head to the station, say “I’m Bill Busselman
You might recognize me from your own coverage.”
They look at me and say “Do you want to help us again?”
I say “Say the word,” and pretty soon I’m hustlin’

From crime scene to crime scene and story to story
I’m gettin all the scoops and I’m gettin all the glory
It never gets old and it never gets boring,
And I’m betting that it never will,

And that’s how I got to be so fucking great
I’m known through the city, I’m known through the state,
Turn on the TV any newsworthy date:
There’s the hero, the villain, and Bill!

[Bill! Hey, snap out of it, we’re back on the air in 5, 4, 3…]

NEWSCAST RESUMES: This is Bill Bussleman with Capital City News Seven, continuing our coverage of the the Blue Bolt’s rescue of a bus full of school children. The scene here...

[RangerDenni]

DJ Ranger Den
'this is not a test'

He’s an insufferable snob,
but she likes him for his DNA.
And she is a bored little planet floating unconcerned
in a darkened cave.

But much like salmon swim upstream
then sadly meet their fate,
this smells fishy—
like dirty little scenes
at some of the less quality singles bars.

But my friends, this is not a test—
this is the dirty, rutting origins of dubious genius.

So she noticed him stand out of the writhing throng
coming through the gate--
from the other flagellate invaders
in all that desperate rain.

And there can be only one who survives
inside this tiny game!
Who puffs up larger than the others!
…who can dominate!

…who pushes in
…who can get through
…who SUBDIVIDES
…and can THRIVE!!

But my friends, we’re positive it’s not a test. It’s the dirty, rutting origins … of genius.

[DuToVa]

THIS IS NOT A TEST
by 0-DuToVa

It's been a crazy week with too much going on
I've got this song to write, and its Sunday afternoon
With pen and a pad I write a line
And strum another chord, now I’m out of words

This is life, this is not a test
I write this song, and try not to stress
This is life, this is not a test
One more hour to go, no time to rest

This is the way it is, with no apology
You've heard the origin of my feeble alibee [sic]

But hopefully I'll make the cut, and do it right next time
Now I’m really out of words
Now I’m going to…

[BoffoYux]

This Is Not a Test -
Boffo Yux Dudes


Michael Sokolski led the way
Choose from D, C, B or A
Just relax, you’re doing fine
Forget your future’s on the line

Take your pencil, number two
Make an oval, you do you
If you don’t know, then take a guess
Use your eraser, don’t leave a mess

Fill in your bubble
Or you’re in for trouble
Gotta do your best
On that standardized test
Or your future turns to rubble

SAT, GRE,
COOP and ACT
Pretty much all the same to me
My life’s on the line for a hefty fee

Goat is to bucket as frog is to what?
That’s an answer I never got
No aces, deuces and no triples
Nothing really could be more simple

Fill in your bubble
Or you’re in for trouble
Gotta do your best
On that standardized test
Or your future turns to rubble

(JAMES BROWN STYLE BREAKDOWN)
Scantron!
I gotta get my hands on!
Scantron!
I gotta get my hands on!

(SPOKEN:)
In 1973, Michael Sokolski, Vice President of Engineering for the Scantron Corporation invented the Scantron machine which automatically reads the results of answer sheets to multiple choice questions filled in by number two pencils!

Fill in your bubble
Or you’re in for trouble
Gotta do your best
On that standardized test
Or your future turns to rubble

[Rabid Garfunkel]

This Is Not A Test
Rabid Garfunkel

Prometheus
Prometheus
Prometheus
This is not a test
Prometheus
Prometheus
Prometheus
This is not a test

Tell us a story, Mary
Tell us a story, Mary
Tell us a story, Mary
Prometheus
Prometheus
Prometheus
This is not a test

Tell us a story, Mary
Prometheus
Tell us a story, Mary
Prometheus (sorry! don't know how I got virtual instruments to feed back)
Prometheus
This is not a test

*Origin of Mary Shelley's book "Frankenstein", loosely interpreted
**It's funny because of my "Cheer Up, Shelley" entry
***Well, to me, anyway
****Yes I'm explaining. See Rule #4

[glennny]

Cavedwellers

This is Not a Test

verse1
In the beginning we began the beguine
With an allusion to the pluck of a string
The songs eluded all the worst confusions
And exuded hearts of suffering

Orpheus took the harp to Hades
He could rely on his Lyra tune
Eurydice said she couldn’t be seen
(Don’t look back)
So baby please don’t look back too soon

Pre chorus 1
The chants entranced
Generations of man

Chorus 1
The consequences
Of the deal divest
a Realization
This is not a test

Verse 2
Always enduring but forever fading
Almost transparent but but never clear
Superb imposters superimposing
Subtle reminders of what most they fear

Euripides would never rip off fig trees
Or ever give an olive branch to me
He's avoiding any confrontation
(don’t deny)
And denying all responsibility

Pre Chorus 2
His chance to dance
‘Round the mulberry

Chorus 2
It's hard to stomach
All that you ingest
the blue or red pill
This is not a test

Pre Chorus 3
The song of the orca
Tried to warn the land

Chorus 3
The best intentions
Of the deal digress
A culmination
Of charms within the mess

Chorus 4
A giant monster
Rises in the West
Behold Megalodon
This is not a test

[grumpymike]

flying through the night
far away from home
nothing to report
as the console radar shows

the same routine
all systems go
until a transmission
from air traffic control

THIS IS NOT A TEST
IT'S AN EMERGENCY

a bogey found
he's not alone
at 8 o'clock
now I'm in the dangerzone

they've got a lock
all systems red
too late to fight
gonna have to run instead

THIS IS NOT A TEST
IT'S AN EMERGENCY

(this is not a badass solo
this is an instrumental bridge)

THIS IS NOT A TEST
IT'S AN EMERGENCY

the seat ejects
and the plane explodes
when i touch the ground
the parachute's still closed ( <--- implying the protagonist just found out he has super-human powers)

THIS IS NOT A TEST
IT'S AN EMERGENCY

[Potato Dentata]

Potato Dentata

This Is Not A Test

There was nothing there
No planets, no stars, no air, no milky way
Someone came to me
And asked me how it all began

How far back do I go
I know it started with a big ole bang

Look out
For the glorious explosion
The start
Expanding bigger than the ocean
But don't worry this is not a test
It's just a conversation

I don't know what I'm talkin' about
Maybe you should ask someone who knows
Someone who knows a thing or two about the beginning
Maybe you should ask the pros

It happened almost 14 billion years ago
If we could've been there it would've been some show

Look out
For the glorious explosion
The start
Expanding bigger than the ocean
But don't worry this is not a test
It's just a conversation

[PepperJane]

(*soundcheck ad lib*)

Bright like stars
We'll die and they'll still be watching
for a million years on earth
While they scratch their heads to figure
what their abundance is worth

We were here long before the dinosaur boom
Before a church had walls, a kitchen cooked
and beds needed a room

While the taste of orange was being described
And hillbilly bluegrass' name was contrived
We scoured the universe, corner to corner
Which takes quite a while in a morphing sphere,
I assure ya

Chorus:
We are the music
We are the songs
We've been here to delight you
But you didn't know us all along
Once you tapped into us we helped explain your joys
and why you've wept
This is not a test ...

(...ing, testing, 1, 2 *OTT soundcheck ad lib*)

Before the concept of memory coined
And Adam and Eve were conjugally joined
As dust we floated, holy mist
Short after day and night began
We looked at man and turned and ran
The rust, the bloated, the wrongly wished.

Don't dream of us, we are your dreams
And all is lost and as it seems
When you awake
Your soul we take

Chorus

(*more grating soundcheck ad lib*)

[ken]

Ken Mahru

This is not a test, this is not a test.
This is not a test, this is not a test.

This is where I begin
Now is my time to win
Everyone has a start
starting out pure of heart

This is not a test, this is not a test.
This is not a test, this is not a test.

Even when I was young
the words were on my tongue
the songs I had yet to sing
I hadn't done anything

I knew nothing about my future
This couldn't happen sooner
Now is my time to shine

This is not a test, this is not a test.
This is not a test, this is not a test.

Now I'm a grown ass man
Destiny in my hand
Victory on the way
I'm ready for my day
in the sun