What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
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What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Run Logan Run
By Boffo Yux Dudes
Now it’s the end
And he once was your friend
The sandman will put you to sleep
Can’t remain calm
When the gem on your palm
Has thrown you in a little too deep
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Sanctuary
Is where you must flee
The computerized voice tells you now
So you must run
You are under the gun
But nobody tells you quite how
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Twenty-six years
Not enough for your tears
Is 30 in the blink of an eye
So run, my friend
Or your tale’s at an end
The killers tell you that you must die
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Scene - Logan 5 finds out he's being sent to find and destroy 'Sanctuary', the safe house for those who run from their demise at age 30. Things don't go so well for them. (Logan's Run- 1976 movie)
By Boffo Yux Dudes
Now it’s the end
And he once was your friend
The sandman will put you to sleep
Can’t remain calm
When the gem on your palm
Has thrown you in a little too deep
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Sanctuary
Is where you must flee
The computerized voice tells you now
So you must run
You are under the gun
But nobody tells you quite how
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Twenty-six years
Not enough for your tears
Is 30 in the blink of an eye
So run, my friend
Or your tale’s at an end
The killers tell you that you must die
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
Run Logan Run
The ankh provides us Sanctuary from Procedure 03-03
Run Logan Run
Scene - Logan 5 finds out he's being sent to find and destroy 'Sanctuary', the safe house for those who run from their demise at age 30. Things don't go so well for them. (Logan's Run- 1976 movie)
- vowlvom
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Squid Linguistics by Vowl Sounds
This is the end, or is it where we begin?
A circle of ink in place of a name
Listening eyes, shapes moving in mist
What was I for before all of this?
The stars moved so I could meet you
Our planet opened up its sleepy eyes
I spent my life racing towards this moment
I spent my life yearning for this time
I give you words
And you give me worlds
Grains of sand
And you give me pearls
You give me worlds
In the hospital bed, I cry in relief
At your soft little hands and your sweet little feet
Hannah, my perfect child
What was I for before you arrived?
The stars moved so I could meet you
The mirror cracked from side to side
I spent my life racing towards this moment
When I could see you open up your eyes
If you could see your whole life from beginning to end,
Would you change things?
Is it selfish to choose love over nothing?
Would you have done the same thing?
I gave you words
And you gave me worlds
Grains of sand
And you gave me pearls
I gave you life
I gave you pain
Did I make the right choice?
Oh, Hannah,
I'd do it again
I'd do it again
Movie: Arrival
This is the end, or is it where we begin?
A circle of ink in place of a name
Listening eyes, shapes moving in mist
What was I for before all of this?
The stars moved so I could meet you
Our planet opened up its sleepy eyes
I spent my life racing towards this moment
I spent my life yearning for this time
I give you words
And you give me worlds
Grains of sand
And you give me pearls
You give me worlds
In the hospital bed, I cry in relief
At your soft little hands and your sweet little feet
Hannah, my perfect child
What was I for before you arrived?
The stars moved so I could meet you
The mirror cracked from side to side
I spent my life racing towards this moment
When I could see you open up your eyes
If you could see your whole life from beginning to end,
Would you change things?
Is it selfish to choose love over nothing?
Would you have done the same thing?
I gave you words
And you gave me worlds
Grains of sand
And you gave me pearls
I gave you life
I gave you pain
Did I make the right choice?
Oh, Hannah,
I'd do it again
I'd do it again
Movie: Arrival
- neutronflow
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Sorcerer's Son - Timothy Patrick Hinkle
A crow flew through my window
and alighted on my shelf.
He said, “I’ve had a dreadful night,
I hardly feel myself.
Could I bother you for a cup of wine
to nurse me back to health?”
When first the crow began to speak
his words did me astound
but then I remembered the many such wonders
that oft did my father surround,
for my father was a sorcerer
and his name had been renowned.
I’m a sorcerer’s son with the world at my fingertips—
the imagined is real in my hands.
At my subtlest gesture all nature responds to me—
the air will obey my commands.
“When I left home some hours ago,”
the crow his tale resumed,
“I was a man, and not a bird
as you might have presumed.
A wizard cast a spell o’er me
and this form I assumed.
“From that dark enchanter’s castle,
through the bitter cold night air,
I made my way to your fine home
seeking succor there—
for I know of a way to undo this curse
with a lock of your father’s hair.”
The thought of disturbing my father’s rest
filled my heart with dread!
For though he lies in our family crypt,
a sorcerer is never truly dead…
When I opened up the casket
and saw my father there,
I greeted him with deference,
explaining the need for his hair.
He reached for me and grasped my arm
and spoke the word, “Beware!”
When my guest was once again a man,
freed from feathers cruel,
he revealed ‘twas the grand-master mage
who transformed him in a duel,
with only the twitch of a fingertip.
Then I knew I’d been a fool.
I’m a sorcerer’s son but I’d put it behind me—
from the world I’d become a recluse.
He devoted his life to the magician’s brotherhood,
working to stem dark magic’s abuse.
I’m a sorcerer’s son and my fortune’s caught up to me—
I can no longer dismiss its call.
The darkness unceasingly pecks at humanity—
stripping the souls from us all.
He's the son, he must rise, to push back against the darkness.
The sun must rise!
__________
Movie: The Raven (1963)
Scene: The magician Dr. Bedlo (Peter Lorre) has been rendered small and feathered after losing a duel with the Grand Master of the Brotherhood of Magicians, Dr. Scarabus (Boris Karloff). He seeks the aid of Dr. Craven (Vincent Price), a magician unaffiliated with the Brotherhood, to reverse the spell.
A crow flew through my window
and alighted on my shelf.
He said, “I’ve had a dreadful night,
I hardly feel myself.
Could I bother you for a cup of wine
to nurse me back to health?”
When first the crow began to speak
his words did me astound
but then I remembered the many such wonders
that oft did my father surround,
for my father was a sorcerer
and his name had been renowned.
I’m a sorcerer’s son with the world at my fingertips—
the imagined is real in my hands.
At my subtlest gesture all nature responds to me—
the air will obey my commands.
“When I left home some hours ago,”
the crow his tale resumed,
“I was a man, and not a bird
as you might have presumed.
A wizard cast a spell o’er me
and this form I assumed.
“From that dark enchanter’s castle,
through the bitter cold night air,
I made my way to your fine home
seeking succor there—
for I know of a way to undo this curse
with a lock of your father’s hair.”
The thought of disturbing my father’s rest
filled my heart with dread!
For though he lies in our family crypt,
a sorcerer is never truly dead…
When I opened up the casket
and saw my father there,
I greeted him with deference,
explaining the need for his hair.
He reached for me and grasped my arm
and spoke the word, “Beware!”
When my guest was once again a man,
freed from feathers cruel,
he revealed ‘twas the grand-master mage
who transformed him in a duel,
with only the twitch of a fingertip.
Then I knew I’d been a fool.
I’m a sorcerer’s son but I’d put it behind me—
from the world I’d become a recluse.
He devoted his life to the magician’s brotherhood,
working to stem dark magic’s abuse.
I’m a sorcerer’s son and my fortune’s caught up to me—
I can no longer dismiss its call.
The darkness unceasingly pecks at humanity—
stripping the souls from us all.
He's the son, he must rise, to push back against the darkness.
The sun must rise!
__________
Movie: The Raven (1963)
Scene: The magician Dr. Bedlo (Peter Lorre) has been rendered small and feathered after losing a duel with the Grand Master of the Brotherhood of Magicians, Dr. Scarabus (Boris Karloff). He seeks the aid of Dr. Craven (Vincent Price), a magician unaffiliated with the Brotherhood, to reverse the spell.
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Clear Sky and Cool Water
by Lichen Throat
They think I’m dead, but man, I’m still alive,
Still floating down this river through the night,
Like wayward bees, escaping from the hive,
Unconscious of the peril of their plight.
Past forests on the shore in Illinois
Past tiny lights of villages forlorn,
Past woodland camps of fearsome Iroquois,
We ride the river’s currents ’til the morn.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
Not much to do but look up at the sky.
Are stars the children of a pregnant moon,
Compelled to glow until they finally die?
Or are they tiny diamonds, roughly hewn?
The paddlewheels of steamboats spin and churn,
As clouds from smokestacks swirl and slowly rise,
And from the engine room, where coals burn,
Come sparks that join the stars and fireflies.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
When morning comes, we land and set our lines,
And bathe in river water to refresh,
Conceal the raft among the trees and vines,
Then gorge ourselves on steaming catfish flesh.
Another day of sleeping in the sun,
A lazy afternoon beneath the trees,
Of watching spiders work the webs they’ve spun,
And listening to birdsongs on the breeze.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
Book: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain (Chapter XIX)
by Lichen Throat
They think I’m dead, but man, I’m still alive,
Still floating down this river through the night,
Like wayward bees, escaping from the hive,
Unconscious of the peril of their plight.
Past forests on the shore in Illinois
Past tiny lights of villages forlorn,
Past woodland camps of fearsome Iroquois,
We ride the river’s currents ’til the morn.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
Not much to do but look up at the sky.
Are stars the children of a pregnant moon,
Compelled to glow until they finally die?
Or are they tiny diamonds, roughly hewn?
The paddlewheels of steamboats spin and churn,
As clouds from smokestacks swirl and slowly rise,
And from the engine room, where coals burn,
Come sparks that join the stars and fireflies.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
When morning comes, we land and set our lines,
And bathe in river water to refresh,
Conceal the raft among the trees and vines,
Then gorge ourselves on steaming catfish flesh.
Another day of sleeping in the sun,
A lazy afternoon beneath the trees,
Of watching spiders work the webs they’ve spun,
And listening to birdsongs on the breeze.
Clear sky and cool water,
Float down with Jim and me.
Ride the river like an otter;
See the world and live free.
Book: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain (Chapter XIX)
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Under the Big W
by Just Ducky
Fortune smiled on me today
For a slice of three fifty k
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
[bridge]
He is mad
She is madder
than Three Stooges
on a ladder
We are mad
Our flag's unfurled
It’s a Mad Mad
Mad Mad World
You take shovels, I’ll grab picks
Forklifts will get us out of this
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W!
Based on the Hardware Store Scene with Sid Ceaser in the movie 'It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World'.
by Just Ducky
Fortune smiled on me today
For a slice of three fifty k
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
[bridge]
He is mad
She is madder
than Three Stooges
on a ladder
We are mad
Our flag's unfurled
It’s a Mad Mad
Mad Mad World
You take shovels, I’ll grab picks
Forklifts will get us out of this
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W
Blowing up a hardware store
I want what's mine and then some more
Baby don't tell
I'm driving like hell
Can anybody tell
Where's the Big W!
Based on the Hardware Store Scene with Sid Ceaser in the movie 'It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World'.
- glenra
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
"Right As Rain"
by Glen Raphael
The Oracle is not what you expected
She doesn’t seem impressive
Her kitchen smells like home
The other child outside is playing with a spoon -
A spoon that holds the world
As we find comfort in our miracles
Surrounded by the cynical
There’s rarely any there
And she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
The Oracle is not what he remembered
She’s been since the beginning
She’d say she knows enough
Just what you need to know
And for no other ears
Take comfort in the stuff
You have the strength of your potential
With your spirit providential
Many think you are the one
But she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
You had to be the one
You need to be the one
You've gotta be the one
But she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
Movie: _The Matrix_
Scene: wherein Neo meets The Oracle to find out if he is The One (and gets a consolation cookie).
by Glen Raphael
The Oracle is not what you expected
She doesn’t seem impressive
Her kitchen smells like home
The other child outside is playing with a spoon -
A spoon that holds the world
As we find comfort in our miracles
Surrounded by the cynical
There’s rarely any there
And she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
The Oracle is not what he remembered
She’s been since the beginning
She’d say she knows enough
Just what you need to know
And for no other ears
Take comfort in the stuff
You have the strength of your potential
With your spirit providential
Many think you are the one
But she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
You had to be the one
You need to be the one
You've gotta be the one
But she asks: Who are you
You must already know
The answer’s in your brain
And if it isn’t true, take comfort in a taste
And you’ll feel right as rain
Movie: _The Matrix_
Scene: wherein Neo meets The Oracle to find out if he is The One (and gets a consolation cookie).
- Caravan Ray
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Soul as Light as a Feather
Caravan Ray ( and Mark Twain)
It made me shiver so I made up my mind to pray
Pray that I'd be better but the words wouldn't come my way
I kneeled down, I kneeled down to set myself to pray
Miss Watson forgive me
I kneeled down, I kneeled down but the words wouldn't come my way
My heart wasn't right
I wasn't square
I knew that I was playing double
I was letting on to be giving up sin
But inside was building up trouble
Well there ain't no use to try to hide it from him, or to hide it from me
I'd been letting on to giving up sin
But it's still deep inside me
Miss Watson forgive me
I was full of trouble, just as full as I could be
I'm gonna write a letter that'll wash my soul all clean of sin
And make it light as a feather
Then I lay that paper down and started thinking 'bout the river and the nighttime and moonlight and the storm
Then I lay that paper down he was my best friend in the world and he's the only one here now
So I look around
Miss Watson forgive me, I'm the dregs of the earth
I see that paper, hold it in my hand
Miss Watson forgive me
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Miss Watson forgive me.
Chapter 5 “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. Huck contemplates writing a letter to Miss Watson.
Caravan Ray ( and Mark Twain)
It made me shiver so I made up my mind to pray
Pray that I'd be better but the words wouldn't come my way
I kneeled down, I kneeled down to set myself to pray
Miss Watson forgive me
I kneeled down, I kneeled down but the words wouldn't come my way
My heart wasn't right
I wasn't square
I knew that I was playing double
I was letting on to be giving up sin
But inside was building up trouble
Well there ain't no use to try to hide it from him, or to hide it from me
I'd been letting on to giving up sin
But it's still deep inside me
Miss Watson forgive me
I was full of trouble, just as full as I could be
I'm gonna write a letter that'll wash my soul all clean of sin
And make it light as a feather
Then I lay that paper down and started thinking 'bout the river and the nighttime and moonlight and the storm
Then I lay that paper down he was my best friend in the world and he's the only one here now
So I look around
Miss Watson forgive me, I'm the dregs of the earth
I see that paper, hold it in my hand
Miss Watson forgive me
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Alright then I will go to hell
Miss Watson forgive me.
Chapter 5 “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn”. Huck contemplates writing a letter to Miss Watson.
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
"John Goodman's Crowbar"
Jocko Homomorphism
Stole the Dude's car and the ransom cash
Took a joy ride last night too bad he didn't crash
Now we're here so the Big Lebowski will get his way
Track that kid down what a little jerk
But we got his name off a piece of his homework
Now that punk Larry kid is gonna have hell to pay
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
Walter, what are you doing?
See that Corvette out on your front lawn
Do you think I'm stupid like my buddy Don?
When you stole all our dough you bought that car for the cred
I'm a soldier fought the Viet Kong
Think you'll stone wall me? Well you'll crack before too long
There's a kidnapper, son, that nihilist wants your head
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
Walter, what are you doing?
This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps
This is what happens when you feed a stoner scrambled eggs
Hey, what are you doing?
I just bought that thing last week!
You kill my car?
You kill my car?
I kill your car!
You kill my car?
You kill my car?
I kill your car!
Hey man, that's ... that's not his car
Jocko Homomorphism
Stole the Dude's car and the ransom cash
Took a joy ride last night too bad he didn't crash
Now we're here so the Big Lebowski will get his way
Track that kid down what a little jerk
But we got his name off a piece of his homework
Now that punk Larry kid is gonna have hell to pay
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
Walter, what are you doing?
See that Corvette out on your front lawn
Do you think I'm stupid like my buddy Don?
When you stole all our dough you bought that car for the cred
I'm a soldier fought the Viet Kong
Think you'll stone wall me? Well you'll crack before too long
There's a kidnapper, son, that nihilist wants your head
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
See what you get?
Walter, what are you doing?
This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps
This is what happens when you feed a stoner scrambled eggs
Hey, what are you doing?
I just bought that thing last week!
You kill my car?
You kill my car?
I kill your car!
You kill my car?
You kill my car?
I kill your car!
Hey man, that's ... that's not his car
- BoffoYux
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
OutLyer - Take Me Away
This is my song for the first challenge, I wrote it about the feeling that Wendy and the boys felt during the opening of the second movie in the Peter Pan Series.
lyrics
Peter Pan just take me away
To never land where I can be safe
I know I’m old by age
But life ain’t going my way
Captain Hook must’ve had a start
Living off like a kid at heart
Give me a chance to break that chain
Give me a chance, just take me away
Gimme the chance to be the same
Just humor me
Peter Pan just take me away, take me away, okay (x3)
This is my song for the first challenge, I wrote it about the feeling that Wendy and the boys felt during the opening of the second movie in the Peter Pan Series.
lyrics
Peter Pan just take me away
To never land where I can be safe
I know I’m old by age
But life ain’t going my way
Captain Hook must’ve had a start
Living off like a kid at heart
Give me a chance to break that chain
Give me a chance, just take me away
Gimme the chance to be the same
Just humor me
Peter Pan just take me away, take me away, okay (x3)
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Rock Beats Paper
By Mandibles
I knew that this could happen
but I never thought it would
and looking in your eyes
I see I never understood
Once I stood among you
and gripped my rock unwittingly
But the weight of our traditions
finally now is hitting me
Come on, come on, everyone
Come on, come on, everyone
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
In your Stoney silence
Sound the cries of victims past
There is no explanation
And my life won’t even be the last
Come on, come on, everyone
Come on, come on, everyone
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
‘Lottery in June,
corn be heavy soon.’
That’s what you say
But you’ll be changing your tune
in some future June
when you’re in my place
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair…
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
Based on the final moments of Shirley Jackson’s ‘The Lottery.”
Source material:
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1948 ... he-lottery
By Mandibles
I knew that this could happen
but I never thought it would
and looking in your eyes
I see I never understood
Once I stood among you
and gripped my rock unwittingly
But the weight of our traditions
finally now is hitting me
Come on, come on, everyone
Come on, come on, everyone
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
In your Stoney silence
Sound the cries of victims past
There is no explanation
And my life won’t even be the last
Come on, come on, everyone
Come on, come on, everyone
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
‘Lottery in June,
corn be heavy soon.’
That’s what you say
But you’ll be changing your tune
in some future June
when you’re in my place
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair…
It isn’t right, it isn’t fair
To lob your stones through the air
it goes against our natural lot
for rock to beat paper if paper meets dot
Based on the final moments of Shirley Jackson’s ‘The Lottery.”
Source material:
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1948 ... he-lottery
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- Chumpy
- Twilight Sparkle
- Posts: 691
- Joined: Sat Apr 18, 2015 2:06 pm
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
In the Future
by Jerkatorium
We are giving you
All the evidence
My friends can your heart stand the shocking facts?
The mysterious
The Unexplainable
Based Only on the secret testimony
Based on sworn testimony
Future events such as these
Will affect you
In the future
Many scientists believe
The mysterious
In the future
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future
We are interested
In the future
For that is where you and I are going
You are interested
In the unknown
That is why you are here
That is why you are here
Future events such as these
Will affect you
In the future
Many scientists believe
The mysterious
In the future
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future
[BVs] And now some of us laugh at outer space
[Lead] Another world is watching us this moment
[BVs] And now some of us laugh at outer space
[Lead] And you will never know it
[Both] And you will never know it
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future!
Based on the Criswell Predicts scene from Plan 9 from Outer Space
by Jerkatorium
We are giving you
All the evidence
My friends can your heart stand the shocking facts?
The mysterious
The Unexplainable
Based Only on the secret testimony
Based on sworn testimony
Future events such as these
Will affect you
In the future
Many scientists believe
The mysterious
In the future
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future
We are interested
In the future
For that is where you and I are going
You are interested
In the unknown
That is why you are here
That is why you are here
Future events such as these
Will affect you
In the future
Many scientists believe
The mysterious
In the future
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future
[BVs] And now some of us laugh at outer space
[Lead] Another world is watching us this moment
[BVs] And now some of us laugh at outer space
[Lead] And you will never know it
[Both] And you will never know it
The full story of what happened
Can you prove that it didn’t happen?
Future events such as these
Will affect you...
In the future!
Based on the Criswell Predicts scene from Plan 9 from Outer Space
Last edited by Chumpy on Mon Feb 03, 2020 10:35 am, edited 1 time in total.
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- Mike Lamb
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
- Posts: 236
- Joined: Wed Dec 20, 2006 5:34 pm
- Instruments: Bass, Guitar, Tin Whistle
- Recording Method: Reason
- Submitting as: Mike Lamb|The Nutwalls|Kasper|The Narcaloungers|Die Toten Schlaghosen|IRCUSM
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Woodland, CA
Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Falling Down
wish i could be writing this
from the comfort of an armchair
instead i'm doin time, traffic is everywhere
no way forward, no way back
you know that life is unfair
defense has taken everything away from me
you ask for more but all that's left is
a little bit of pot and a lot of beer
and what remains is only fear
can't focus for a minute you're always in my face
seems to be no end to your lust for my disgrace
can't do the right thing when i'm living with this pain
the light in the tunnel is just another oncoming train
defense has taken everything away from me
you ask for more but all that's left is
a little bit of pot and a lot of beer
and what remains is only fear
wish i could be writing this
from the comfort of an armchair
instead i'm doin time, traffic is everywhere
no way forward, no way back
you know that life is unfair
defense has taken everything away from me
you ask for more but all that's left is
a little bit of pot and a lot of beer
and what remains is only fear
can't focus for a minute you're always in my face
seems to be no end to your lust for my disgrace
can't do the right thing when i'm living with this pain
the light in the tunnel is just another oncoming train
defense has taken everything away from me
you ask for more but all that's left is
a little bit of pot and a lot of beer
and what remains is only fear
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- BoffoYux
- Panama
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
The Doctor Has No Time To See You Now -
Steve Stearns
My entry for SpinTunes 16 Round 1, in which we were asked to write a song about a scene from a film or book. I chose the scene in Raiders where a grumpy Indy shoots an assailant who pulls a sword on him in the marketplace.
lyrics
Marian, I think I've got a fever
check my forehead, see if it is so
It's a hot day in the city of the living
Grocery shopping in the markets of Cairo
I think I caught it from that monkey
The one she wears like a hairy brown beret
My body aches, must have eaten some bad dates
Dr. Jones he has no time for love today
Now the Nazis nabbed my girlfriend
They're giving my old flame the old shanghai
There's a seven foot man in black
Pulled a scimitar from his back
He wants us to fight, but I just stand and sigh
Unless you're sure the battle's won
Don't pull a sword on the guy with the bullwhip and the gun
Though those warm-up swings may have impressed the crowd
The doctor has no time to see you now
It's not the years, it's the mileage
Gotta save the girl, evade all the patrols
Fancy swordplay may look great, it's no match for a .38
Got to find that entrance to the well of the souls
Unless you're sure the battle's won
Don't pull a sword on the guy with the bullwhip and the gun
Though those warm-up swings may have impressed the crowd
The doctor has no time to see you now
Steve Stearns
My entry for SpinTunes 16 Round 1, in which we were asked to write a song about a scene from a film or book. I chose the scene in Raiders where a grumpy Indy shoots an assailant who pulls a sword on him in the marketplace.
lyrics
Marian, I think I've got a fever
check my forehead, see if it is so
It's a hot day in the city of the living
Grocery shopping in the markets of Cairo
I think I caught it from that monkey
The one she wears like a hairy brown beret
My body aches, must have eaten some bad dates
Dr. Jones he has no time for love today
Now the Nazis nabbed my girlfriend
They're giving my old flame the old shanghai
There's a seven foot man in black
Pulled a scimitar from his back
He wants us to fight, but I just stand and sigh
Unless you're sure the battle's won
Don't pull a sword on the guy with the bullwhip and the gun
Though those warm-up swings may have impressed the crowd
The doctor has no time to see you now
It's not the years, it's the mileage
Gotta save the girl, evade all the patrols
Fancy swordplay may look great, it's no match for a .38
Got to find that entrance to the well of the souls
Unless you're sure the battle's won
Don't pull a sword on the guy with the bullwhip and the gun
Though those warm-up swings may have impressed the crowd
The doctor has no time to see you now
- RobStevens
- A New Player
- Posts: 15
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- Instruments: keyboards, rhythm guitar
- Recording Method: Cubase
- Submitting as: Rob From Amersfoort
- Location: Amersfoort, The Netherlands
- Contact:
Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
HOW TO STAY AFLOAT
by Rob From Amersfoort
You swim
But can you ever win
Halfway there
Nobody cares
You’re drowning
You struggle
To survive
You’ve got only
One single life
You’re drowning
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
You started
Way from behind
Nobody seems
To really mind
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
They just put their sunglasses on
Pretending not to see
They are high and dry
Living carefree
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
Movie: Leave Her to Heaven (1945)
Scene: Ellen (Gene Tierney) let her husband's disabled brother drown on purpose:
by Rob From Amersfoort
You swim
But can you ever win
Halfway there
Nobody cares
You’re drowning
You struggle
To survive
You’ve got only
One single life
You’re drowning
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
You started
Way from behind
Nobody seems
To really mind
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
They just put their sunglasses on
Pretending not to see
They are high and dry
Living carefree
How to stay afloat
How to stay afloat
Movie: Leave Her to Heaven (1945)
Scene: Ellen (Gene Tierney) let her husband's disabled brother drown on purpose:
- Ross
- Jump
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- Joined: Sun Feb 27, 2005 3:27 pm
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Back to the Beginning (The Ballad of Inigo Montoya)
by Ross Durand
I never expected the man in black
Would get the best of me
I was just following my destiny
Above the cliffs of insanity
I search for the six fingered man
Alas this man has only five
I hate to kill him
I’m sure he hates to die
It’s good at last to be tested
It can be lonely at the top
But what if I were bested
I supposed I’d have to stop
And there’d be nowhere to go, but back to the beginning
No reason or rhyme - only losing no winning
To have failed on my quest, for my soul there’d be no ointment
I would go back to the beginning
And get used to disappointment
Our battling blades go snicker snack
As I battle this mystery man
But I know something he doesn’t
I don’t fence with my left hand
No I am not left handed
I go on a thrusting spree
But he knows something I don’t know
Neither is he
Who is this man in black?
Another lover of the foil?
I will never know
He strikes me with his fist and down I go
And where will I go
Except back to the beginning
No reason or rhyme
Only losing, no winning
I have failed on my quest
For my soul there is no ointment
I ‘ll just go back to the beginning
And get used to disappointment
Film/Book: The Princess Bride by S. Morgenstern [William Goldman]
Based on the scene wherein Inigo Montoya and the Man in Black (aka Dread Pirate Roberts, aka Westley) engage in a swordfight at the top of the Cliffs of Insanity
by Ross Durand
I never expected the man in black
Would get the best of me
I was just following my destiny
Above the cliffs of insanity
I search for the six fingered man
Alas this man has only five
I hate to kill him
I’m sure he hates to die
It’s good at last to be tested
It can be lonely at the top
But what if I were bested
I supposed I’d have to stop
And there’d be nowhere to go, but back to the beginning
No reason or rhyme - only losing no winning
To have failed on my quest, for my soul there’d be no ointment
I would go back to the beginning
And get used to disappointment
Our battling blades go snicker snack
As I battle this mystery man
But I know something he doesn’t
I don’t fence with my left hand
No I am not left handed
I go on a thrusting spree
But he knows something I don’t know
Neither is he
Who is this man in black?
Another lover of the foil?
I will never know
He strikes me with his fist and down I go
And where will I go
Except back to the beginning
No reason or rhyme
Only losing, no winning
I have failed on my quest
For my soul there is no ointment
I ‘ll just go back to the beginning
And get used to disappointment
Film/Book: The Princess Bride by S. Morgenstern [William Goldman]
Based on the scene wherein Inigo Montoya and the Man in Black (aka Dread Pirate Roberts, aka Westley) engage in a swordfight at the top of the Cliffs of Insanity
"I don't like this song, but at least it's good." - veGetar Ianra Ge
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- glennny
- Jump
- Posts: 2196
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- Recording Method: Garageband
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- Location: Castro Valley, California
Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Scotch and Soda
(Rushmore, uninvited guest at dinner scene)
By Faster Jackalope
Verse 1
Just who, exactly, do you think you are
Showing up quite fully uninvited
She and I were meant to be united
To celebrate the rising of my star
Pre-Chorus
Maybe it’s the whiskey talking
But I’m about to break you for blocking
Chorus
Dog, be gone! It’s not your party
(Wish I wasn’t crying just like a child)
Send you back to the hospital, then you’ll be sorry
And I can woo the woman who drives me wild
Verse 2
You couldn’t even dress for the occasion
Of a tearful teen humiliation
A cup of victory I thought I’d drink dry
Instead a scotch and soda and my pride
Pre-Chorus
maybe it’s the whiskey that is talking
But I’m about to break you for blocking
Chorus
Dog, be gone! It’s not your party
(I) wish I wasn’t crying just like a child
Send you back to the hospital then you’ll be sorry
and I can woo the woman who drives me wild
(Rushmore, uninvited guest at dinner scene)
By Faster Jackalope
Verse 1
Just who, exactly, do you think you are
Showing up quite fully uninvited
She and I were meant to be united
To celebrate the rising of my star
Pre-Chorus
Maybe it’s the whiskey talking
But I’m about to break you for blocking
Chorus
Dog, be gone! It’s not your party
(Wish I wasn’t crying just like a child)
Send you back to the hospital, then you’ll be sorry
And I can woo the woman who drives me wild
Verse 2
You couldn’t even dress for the occasion
Of a tearful teen humiliation
A cup of victory I thought I’d drink dry
Instead a scotch and soda and my pride
Pre-Chorus
maybe it’s the whiskey that is talking
But I’m about to break you for blocking
Chorus
Dog, be gone! It’s not your party
(I) wish I wasn’t crying just like a child
Send you back to the hospital then you’ll be sorry
and I can woo the woman who drives me wild
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- Pigfarmer Jr
- Jump
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
They're Here
Pigfarmer Jr
They're here
Don't turn on the television
It's not gonna end too well
They're reaching through the static noise
Gonna put us all through hell
Crazy moments adding up
Tired of living in this fear
Now they're talking to your child
That's how you know they're here
They're here
Pigfarmer Jr
They're here
Don't turn on the television
It's not gonna end too well
They're reaching through the static noise
Gonna put us all through hell
Crazy moments adding up
Tired of living in this fear
Now they're talking to your child
That's how you know they're here
They're here
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T.C. Elliott bandcamp - T.C. Elliott spotify
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- BoffoYux
- Panama
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Brian Gray - A New Story (Shadow)
I'm trying out something: I'm going to shadow SpinTunes for a while and see how that works out. See, I've got this theory that I'll end up with better songs if I play it fast and loose with the challenges, and maybe even take advantage of the opportunity to finish a song I already had in progress.
Exhibit A: A New Story. The challenge was to write a song based on a scene from a movie. But you know what? I wrote a (very late) shadow to a prior challenge to write about a news story. For that one, since I wouldn't be docked point for it, I wrote "News to Me", about all news stories, and went meta about news itself, and it's one of my favorite songs. For this one, you can say my scene is the end of "Night of the Living Dead", where the ghouls eat everyone. But the song isn't really about that, it's a more meta thing about the overexposure of zombies in recent popular culture, and by extension the need for more representation in media across the board.
It was either this or people in a space colony acting out a movie for children who had never seen one. But that was just sooo derivative of a play called "Mr. Burns"…
I actually wrote most of this about a year ago. It was rushed, I performed it once on ukulele, and hated about half the lyrics. This was my opportunity to clean it up, rewrite it, and produce it so it sounds about like it did in my head. The real experiment here was an attempt to use key changes to amp up the energy as the song went on. Verse-to-chorus, chorus-to-verse, every transition modulates up a half step until we're in our 4th key (Bb), where we stay the rest of the way.
[Verse 1]
We’ve had a good run, but prob’ly still could do better yet.
A day in the sun is something others can never get.
Times have been good for zombies.
We’ve all had our fun. Remember eating that Barbra kid?
But Romero’s been done, and what has been done can be undid.
Maybe now’s the time for someone
[Chorus 1]
To write a new story for the banshees and the bigfeet and the blobs out there.
Let’s write a new story; rule the darkness in a spotlight wide enough to share.
Come and give ‘em all a good scare.
[Verse 2]
There’s so much out there that’s calling out from beyond the graves
For you if you dare to break new ground that the story paves.
(Metaphor’s kind of mixed here)
We know to beware the megs and jawses and sharktopi,
But if we’re being fair, we’ll see there’s much bigger fish to fry.
Ghoulies, huddle up and ally
[Chorus 2]
To write a new story for the jackalopes and djinns and jotai left behind.
Go write a new story, taking comfort in a different sort of piece of mind.
[Bridge]
I’m not saying, I’m just saying we the horde collective
Could start paying time to playing with some forced perspective
[Chorus 3]
And write a new story. In a world of good ideas no one thought to use,
Let’s write a new story, past the Psycho 5’s and Purge 18’s and Audrey II’s.
Write a new story.
[Chorus 4]
Write a new story, sinking notions under houses that were built on sands.
Let’s write a new story, one we never seem to scribble out with rotting hands.
Time for busting out the “yes, and”s.
I'm trying out something: I'm going to shadow SpinTunes for a while and see how that works out. See, I've got this theory that I'll end up with better songs if I play it fast and loose with the challenges, and maybe even take advantage of the opportunity to finish a song I already had in progress.
Exhibit A: A New Story. The challenge was to write a song based on a scene from a movie. But you know what? I wrote a (very late) shadow to a prior challenge to write about a news story. For that one, since I wouldn't be docked point for it, I wrote "News to Me", about all news stories, and went meta about news itself, and it's one of my favorite songs. For this one, you can say my scene is the end of "Night of the Living Dead", where the ghouls eat everyone. But the song isn't really about that, it's a more meta thing about the overexposure of zombies in recent popular culture, and by extension the need for more representation in media across the board.
It was either this or people in a space colony acting out a movie for children who had never seen one. But that was just sooo derivative of a play called "Mr. Burns"…
I actually wrote most of this about a year ago. It was rushed, I performed it once on ukulele, and hated about half the lyrics. This was my opportunity to clean it up, rewrite it, and produce it so it sounds about like it did in my head. The real experiment here was an attempt to use key changes to amp up the energy as the song went on. Verse-to-chorus, chorus-to-verse, every transition modulates up a half step until we're in our 4th key (Bb), where we stay the rest of the way.
[Verse 1]
We’ve had a good run, but prob’ly still could do better yet.
A day in the sun is something others can never get.
Times have been good for zombies.
We’ve all had our fun. Remember eating that Barbra kid?
But Romero’s been done, and what has been done can be undid.
Maybe now’s the time for someone
[Chorus 1]
To write a new story for the banshees and the bigfeet and the blobs out there.
Let’s write a new story; rule the darkness in a spotlight wide enough to share.
Come and give ‘em all a good scare.
[Verse 2]
There’s so much out there that’s calling out from beyond the graves
For you if you dare to break new ground that the story paves.
(Metaphor’s kind of mixed here)
We know to beware the megs and jawses and sharktopi,
But if we’re being fair, we’ll see there’s much bigger fish to fry.
Ghoulies, huddle up and ally
[Chorus 2]
To write a new story for the jackalopes and djinns and jotai left behind.
Go write a new story, taking comfort in a different sort of piece of mind.
[Bridge]
I’m not saying, I’m just saying we the horde collective
Could start paying time to playing with some forced perspective
[Chorus 3]
And write a new story. In a world of good ideas no one thought to use,
Let’s write a new story, past the Psycho 5’s and Purge 18’s and Audrey II’s.
Write a new story.
[Chorus 4]
Write a new story, sinking notions under houses that were built on sands.
Let’s write a new story, one we never seem to scribble out with rotting hands.
Time for busting out the “yes, and”s.
- Ominous Ride
- A New Player
- Posts: 2
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- Instruments: Guitar, Piano, Vocals
- Recording Method: GarageBand
- Submitting as: Ominous Ride
- Pronouns: he/him
- Contact:
Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Ominous Ride - Running
I left the honest life behind me
I saw the noble road and turned and walked away
Now I’m lost and I don’t know what empathy remains
Feeling locked in a part far too permanent to play
Easier to hit the road
Easier to be alone
So much easier to shed my skin and throw that man away
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
And I don’t know where I’m running
What are the steps my feet are finding
In my head, I’m fighting
Hits the soul like lightning
Break away from my sins
And for the rest of my days I’m running
Another page is turned (to spite me)
Another bridge is burned (and I)
And I can’t find the words,
the honest words, the final words
Life is short, what’s the point in trying to forge my angel wings
Chances are it’s all for naught, and so I’ll slip away unseen
My reflection doesn't show me what to do or where to go
And as I hitch that ride, I say I’m fine, I say I’m fine/But I’m not fine.
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
And I don’t know where I’m running
What are the steps my feet are finding
In my head, I’m fighting
Hits the soul like lightning
Break away from my sins
And for the rest of my days I’m running
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
I don’t know where I’m running
I left the honest life behind me
I saw the noble road and turned and walked away
Now I’m lost and I don’t know what empathy remains
Feeling locked in a part far too permanent to play
Easier to hit the road
Easier to be alone
So much easier to shed my skin and throw that man away
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
And I don’t know where I’m running
What are the steps my feet are finding
In my head, I’m fighting
Hits the soul like lightning
Break away from my sins
And for the rest of my days I’m running
Another page is turned (to spite me)
Another bridge is burned (and I)
And I can’t find the words,
the honest words, the final words
Life is short, what’s the point in trying to forge my angel wings
Chances are it’s all for naught, and so I’ll slip away unseen
My reflection doesn't show me what to do or where to go
And as I hitch that ride, I say I’m fine, I say I’m fine/But I’m not fine.
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
And I don’t know where I’m running
What are the steps my feet are finding
In my head, I’m fighting
Hits the soul like lightning
Break away from my sins
And for the rest of my days I’m running
And I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’m supposed to be
I don’t know where I’m running
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
CHIBA CITY BLUES
by Governing Dynamics
inspired by the first page or so of Neuromancer by William Gibson
Gray television sky, tuned to a long dead station
Round here what passes for a joke is background radiation
A steely smile at the bar never lets you forget where you are
Another year gone, I dream in neon
Cut the corners, a hustler and a mourner
No angels in this silence who could abide this violence
They'll take us anywhere we never knew we wanted to go
They have forgotten more than we could ever hope to know
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
I haven't got a girl, you know I'm bleeding money
Callme your court artiste, I know you think you're funny
Some day I'm gonna find my way over the wall into the light
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
Can't stop speeding I'll start thinking if I take is slow
Catch my reflection in a mirror of blood-smeared chrome
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
by Governing Dynamics
inspired by the first page or so of Neuromancer by William Gibson
Gray television sky, tuned to a long dead station
Round here what passes for a joke is background radiation
A steely smile at the bar never lets you forget where you are
Another year gone, I dream in neon
Cut the corners, a hustler and a mourner
No angels in this silence who could abide this violence
They'll take us anywhere we never knew we wanted to go
They have forgotten more than we could ever hope to know
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
I haven't got a girl, you know I'm bleeding money
Callme your court artiste, I know you think you're funny
Some day I'm gonna find my way over the wall into the light
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
Can't stop speeding I'll start thinking if I take is slow
Catch my reflection in a mirror of blood-smeared chrome
Still the unreal things that make me ache the most
Asleep in my coffin fingers clawing at the foam
Night City spectres looking less and less like hope
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Re: What a Concept! - SpinTunes 16 Round 1
Hi there! I'm a bit late posting this because I forgot to check on whether my account had been approved. I'm the Princess of Sweet Rhyme of The Quantifiers, working with the Princess of Pure Cubase to unite the kingdoms of Dictionopolis and Digitopolis.
Dining in Dictionopolis
(based on the banquet scene in The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster)
by The Quantifiers
Milo sat for lunch with King Azaz the unabridged,
and just to be polite
he asked for something light
but to his great surprise,
they brought a feast for his eyes,
which were bigger than his stomach
but his meaning didn’t come ac-
ross right. They served up bright light.
If you ask for a light meal
it will be quite a sight.
We’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds,
but sometimes you have to eat your words.
Milo thought of how to ask for something from the fridge,
and to try for a fair deal
he asked for a square meal,
but when he’d barely said it all
they brought out quadrilaterals.
Not quite the right angle
on his line that rather tangled
affairs. They served up some squares.
If you ask for a square meal
you’d better beware
we’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds,
but sometimes you have to eat your words
Then Milo was called upon to speak to guests a smidge
so despite his trepidation
he began with an oration,
but the words could not sate hunger,
felt awkward on his tongue.
The rest made tasty speeches
like “Roast turkey, cream, and peach
as curd.” They served up their words.
If you’re making a speech
try not to overreach.
We’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds
but sometimes you have to eat your words.
If you ask for something light,
it will be quite a sight.
If you ask for something square,
then you’d better beware.
If you’re making a speech
try not to overreach.
we’ll be serving you just what you ask for.
Milo: I don’t think I am hungry any more.
Dining in Dictionopolis
(based on the banquet scene in The Phantom Tollbooth, by Norton Juster)
by The Quantifiers
Milo sat for lunch with King Azaz the unabridged,
and just to be polite
he asked for something light
but to his great surprise,
they brought a feast for his eyes,
which were bigger than his stomach
but his meaning didn’t come ac-
ross right. They served up bright light.
If you ask for a light meal
it will be quite a sight.
We’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds,
but sometimes you have to eat your words.
Milo thought of how to ask for something from the fridge,
and to try for a fair deal
he asked for a square meal,
but when he’d barely said it all
they brought out quadrilaterals.
Not quite the right angle
on his line that rather tangled
affairs. They served up some squares.
If you ask for a square meal
you’d better beware
we’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds,
but sometimes you have to eat your words
Then Milo was called upon to speak to guests a smidge
so despite his trepidation
he began with an oration,
but the words could not sate hunger,
felt awkward on his tongue.
The rest made tasty speeches
like “Roast turkey, cream, and peach
as curd.” They served up their words.
If you’re making a speech
try not to overreach.
We’ll be serving you exactly what you ask for.
You won’t go back for seconds or thirds
but sometimes you have to eat your words.
If you ask for something light,
it will be quite a sight.
If you ask for something square,
then you’d better beware.
If you’re making a speech
try not to overreach.
we’ll be serving you just what you ask for.
Milo: I don’t think I am hungry any more.