Terror in Tiny Town
by WreckdoM
Tiny Hands
Clutch Revolver
Silver Bullet
Around my Neck
Our Fates
Sealed at Sunrise
We Draw
We Draw at Dawn
I am The Terror of Tiny Town
Terror in Tiny Town
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Geoff WreckdoM
- Goldman
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Terror in Tiny Town
"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber
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drë
- Niemöller
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Terror in Tiny Town
- Andre was here at midnight
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
In this tiny town of terror, waiting for our savior
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
If you must you can go, waiting for our savior
In this tiny town of terror
In this tiny town of terror
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
- Andre was here at midnight
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
In this tiny town of terror, waiting for our savior
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
If you must you can go, waiting for our savior
In this tiny town of terror
In this tiny town of terror
We’re all stuck in this town, waiting for our savior
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king_arthur
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1761
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 6:56 am
- Instruments: guitar, vocals, bass, BIAB, keyboards (synth anything)
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- Pronouns: he/him
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TERROR IN TINY TOWN / King Arthur
I guess there must be a market or we wouldn't see
Every third commercial comes on the TV,
Promising a cure for erectile difficulty
I guess a lotta people out there looking for a remedy.
But what goes up, must come down,
So what's with all the terror in tiny town?
What goes up, must come down,
So what's with all the terror in tiny town?
I went to see the man in the long white coat,
I said, "Doctor, I feel like I'm missing the boat,
Ain't I s'posed to be horny as a billy goat?"
He pulled out his prescription pad, and this is what he wrote:
(chorus)
If you can't work it like that little locomotive that could,
If you show up at a party and you don't bring the wood
Word's gonna get around that you're no good
No more...
And when the little red hen packs up and leaves town,
When your jimmy hat stops fitting you like a golden crown,
It's not just your depression that's getting you frown
And there seems to be a whole lotta that goin' round.
(chorus)
I guess there must be a market or we wouldn't see
Every third commercial comes on the TV,
Promising a cure for erectile difficulty
I guess a lotta people out there looking for a remedy.
But what goes up, must come down,
So what's with all the terror in tiny town?
What goes up, must come down,
So what's with all the terror in tiny town?
I went to see the man in the long white coat,
I said, "Doctor, I feel like I'm missing the boat,
Ain't I s'posed to be horny as a billy goat?"
He pulled out his prescription pad, and this is what he wrote:
(chorus)
If you can't work it like that little locomotive that could,
If you show up at a party and you don't bring the wood
Word's gonna get around that you're no good
No more...
And when the little red hen packs up and leaves town,
When your jimmy hat stops fitting you like a golden crown,
It's not just your depression that's getting you frown
And there seems to be a whole lotta that goin' round.
(chorus)
"...one does not write in dactylic hexameter purely by accident..." - poetic designs
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Treachjuris
- de Gaulle
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- Instruments: piano, guitar (acoustic/lectrc), violin (acoustic/lectrc) clarinet; whatever generates sound
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Terror in Tiny Town - Fish Sausage feat. Sausage Boy
Butterflys and Sunshine
Nature all around sublime
Houses all grow from the ground
Tiny people make a sound
Shadow falling over all
Made by one black and tall
Reaching down towards the gorund
Tiny people run around
The whole village in his hold
Carry them off to make gold
This would be a fitting end
To natures tiny blue friends
I try to run, I try to hide
Break on through to the other side
Try to run, try to hide - break on through to the other side
la la lalalala
la lala lala la
la la lalalala
la lala lala la
Butterflys and Sunshine
Nature all around sublime
Houses all grow from the ground
Tiny people make a sound
Shadow falling over all
Made by one black and tall
Reaching down towards the gorund
Tiny people run around
The whole village in his hold
Carry them off to make gold
This would be a fitting end
To natures tiny blue friends
I try to run, I try to hide
Break on through to the other side
Try to run, try to hide - break on through to the other side
la la lalalala
la lala lala la
la la lalalala
la lala lala la
"Electro-Mindscaping Nightmare music, gets me up and leaves me begging for more" ---sp00n
"If I were a rift in time right now, I would totally have a crush on this song" --- EightLeggedOedipus's friend INTOXICATED
"If I were a rift in time right now, I would totally have a crush on this song" --- EightLeggedOedipus's friend INTOXICATED
[dre? saviours?]
woooo alert your saviour
woooo to come and save ya
woooo before you meet your maker
Large weapons from above
To slap you like a glove little man
(note: all woo's are offkey.....enjoy)
Smoking hot kablammer
Homes and lots in tatters
Little pitter patters
Massive civil clamour
Watch the little cameras
Flash at riddled matters
Terror in Tiny Town
woooo there aint no saviour
woooo get in some bad behaviour
woooo before you meet your maker
Have something to repent
Like the person who sent you there little man
woooo alert your saviour
woooo to come and save ya
woooo before you meet your maker
Large weapons from above
To slap you like a glove little man
(note: all woo's are offkey.....enjoy)
Smoking hot kablammer
Homes and lots in tatters
Little pitter patters
Massive civil clamour
Watch the little cameras
Flash at riddled matters
Terror in Tiny Town
woooo there aint no saviour
woooo get in some bad behaviour
woooo before you meet your maker
Have something to repent
Like the person who sent you there little man
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Phil. Redmon.
- Goldman
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- Contact:
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dullwitlessboy
- A New Player
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- Joined: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:23 pm
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Terror in Tiny Town - Less Than Three
(originally written for a deep-voiced man to speak over a guitar strumming in the background)
Come on over and gather 'round
And you'll hear the ballad of Tiny Town
And a terror that was unleashed one fateful day
With a population of 107
If you like small towns, Tiny Town was heaven
Or at least that's what I've heard them say
It was surrounded by fields on every side
And the townsfolk all lived honest lives
Trying to do the best with what they had
Until one day, they made an error
By inviting into town a trojan terror
What happened after that was pretty sad
The townspeople all thought they were smart
When they agreed to let them build a WalMart
On the vacant lot where the drug store used to be
It was built on the corner of Main and Pine
And for the first few weeks, everything was fine
Until the prices got so low, they were almost free
A little while later, as the prices fell
The local shops weren't doing too well
They were losing all their customers left and right
Some stores closed up, folks moved away
They just couldn't compete
With Low Prices...Everyday
And on top of that, it stayed open all night!
Well that all took place back a year or more
Now in Tiny Town, there's just one store
And all the folks who shop there, work there, too
If you go inside, they'll say, "Have a nice day!"
But only because that's what they're paid to say
Burning down the place is what they'd like to do
They really hate it there, but don't want to be fired
'Cause there's no other places where they can be hired
And the populations' dropped to 24
Most everyone's moved, and now they commute
The ones that are left think of following suit
Those times when they just can't take anymore
And that's my tale of the town's demise
Their future's full of darkened skies
Because they let big business bring them down
So heed my warning, take it to heart
Stop this problem before it starts
Or you'll end up like the terror in Tiny Town
(originally written for a deep-voiced man to speak over a guitar strumming in the background)
Come on over and gather 'round
And you'll hear the ballad of Tiny Town
And a terror that was unleashed one fateful day
With a population of 107
If you like small towns, Tiny Town was heaven
Or at least that's what I've heard them say
It was surrounded by fields on every side
And the townsfolk all lived honest lives
Trying to do the best with what they had
Until one day, they made an error
By inviting into town a trojan terror
What happened after that was pretty sad
The townspeople all thought they were smart
When they agreed to let them build a WalMart
On the vacant lot where the drug store used to be
It was built on the corner of Main and Pine
And for the first few weeks, everything was fine
Until the prices got so low, they were almost free
A little while later, as the prices fell
The local shops weren't doing too well
They were losing all their customers left and right
Some stores closed up, folks moved away
They just couldn't compete
With Low Prices...Everyday
And on top of that, it stayed open all night!
Well that all took place back a year or more
Now in Tiny Town, there's just one store
And all the folks who shop there, work there, too
If you go inside, they'll say, "Have a nice day!"
But only because that's what they're paid to say
Burning down the place is what they'd like to do
They really hate it there, but don't want to be fired
'Cause there's no other places where they can be hired
And the populations' dropped to 24
Most everyone's moved, and now they commute
The ones that are left think of following suit
Those times when they just can't take anymore
And that's my tale of the town's demise
Their future's full of darkened skies
Because they let big business bring them down
So heed my warning, take it to heart
Stop this problem before it starts
Or you'll end up like the terror in Tiny Town