hey Im not old and that is one of my favouirte songs ( as I rember it was in my siggy for a while)
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hey Im not old and that is one of my favouirte songs ( as I rember it was in my siggy for a while)
Awesome songs, you guys. : :nod:
Get On-Line (Parody of Get In Line by Barenaked Ladies)
Everywhere I go someone's tryin' to mess with what left of my brain.
I'm tryin' to pretend I'm relaxed but I'm beginning to show the signs of all that strain.
I think maybe somewhere out in cyberspace,
There's some friends with whom I could really relate;
But everyone here seems to want to make an idiot out of me.
Everybody reach for your mouse!
Everybody left-click now! (Now-ow-ow-ow)
Everything will be OK,
If you get on-line.
Everywhere I go there's somebody staring holes through me like I'm not there.
The main reason I'm always at home is I'm not really welcome anywhere.
Whatever could they want from me?
Do they think that they'd last one day living like me?
I gotta go see my doctor again; this illness ain't going anywhere.
Everybody reach for your mouse!
Everybody left-click now! (Now-ow-ow-ow)
Everything will be OK,
No one gets hurt at all.
Everybody get on-line!
Everybody turn to LitNet! (Net-et-et-et)
Everything will be all right,
If you just came to talk.
I've gotta dictate a memo to myself,
In case I wake up as somebody else.
Consult contemporaries if there's some to see.
No sense in bothering everyone with ancient history...
Every time the phone rings someone thinks they have to be so condescending.
I must take three deep breaths as I really try to understand.
People say I'm looking great—
(Having not seen me, how would they know)? I try to concentrate.
Kinda looks like everyone I knew has sold out to the man
Everybody reach for your mouse!
Everybody left-click now! (Now-ow-ow-ow)
Everything will be OK,
No one gets hurt at all.
Everybody get on-line!
Everybody turn to LitNet! (Net-et-et-et)
Everything will be all right,
If you just came to talk.
Everything will be all right,
If you just came to...
Everything will be all right,
If you just came to TALK!
Pendragon
Parody of Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet
Wastin' Away Again Here In Forumville (In honor of our longest running thread!)
Throwing out ideas,
Through sleepy eyelids,
Hoping that we'll find reward for our toil.
And prayin' this evenin'
People are ruled by reason,
Because this thread not pretty at all when it starts to boil!
Wastin' away again here in Forumville.
Searching for that long-lost train of thought.
If I started to lay blame, I'd never stop naming names:
But in fact: It ain't nobody's fault.
Some think the solution.
Is straight evolution.
Others think it was a Higher Power out there in the blue.
It's a question that sages,
Have pondered all down through the ages,
Somehow I think we better study again because we haven't a clue!
Wastin' away again here in Forumville.
Searching for that long-lost train of thought.
Some might even claim, that the LitNet's to blame:
But I know: It ain't nobody's fault.
We've all blown our cool now.
Got into a few rows.
Some of the ones that we loved had to move it along.
Tell me, is this whole question,
Worth so much stress and rejection?
And did it ever occur to any of us that we all could be wrong?
Wastin' away again here in Forumville.
Searching for that long-lost train of thought.
Some people claim, too much study is to blame:
But learning is fine: It ain't nobody's fault.
Yeah, I know. Could have left it alone. So it's my own fault.
wow i haven't been here in the longest time ever!!! this looks so cool!!!
Welcome back Chef. Come by more often.
In a moment of inspiration...a song dedicated to my LitNet brother!
DRAGON MAN
A parody of “Piano Man” by Billy Joel
It’s 9:00 (EST) on a Saturday,
The forum regulars are logged on
There’s an old man here who spends his time
Writing lyrics for his favorite songs
His name’s Pen, and he writes us all sonnets
For our birthdays and obituaries
Some are sad, some are sweet, but they’re all really neat
Just like his Shadow mysteries
La la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus:
Pen us a poem, you're the Dragon Man
Pen us a poem tonight
But if you’re in the mood for a parody
The LitNet band knows that you’ll do all right
Now Robin the Changeling’s a friend of his
He’s a fellow comic book nerd
Add Virgil, they’ll be the Eagles Fan Three
The Dragon, The Wolf, and the Bird
We say, "Pen, your words, they’re astounding,"
Which brings a smile to Pendragon’s face
"Promise us, please, when you’re famous
That you’ll always remember this place."
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Now Pen is one of our regulars
With a wit as sharp as a knife
But he’s never unfriendly, and a PM he’ll send thee
Just to cheer you up about life
The forums, devoid of politics
And the home of our belovéd tomes
Where we’re sharing a passion called “literature,”
And we’ll never be reading alone
Chorus
It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the Admin gives Pen a smile
'Cause he knows Pen’s the one that makes LitNet so fun
With his one-of-a-kind sense of style
And the keyboard is loud as a carnival
As Pen travels his LitNet so dear
While we read all his posts and raise him a toast
And say, "Man, are we glad you’re here!”
Oh, la la la, de de da
La la, de de da da da
Chorus
Dear Lord, Robin. You may never know how much this means to me. Gracias, amigo! God bless. :angel:
'Tis a well-deserved salute to you, brother. Your friends here could never let the smile run away from your face for long.
I know this is different from my usual songs for the band. You are welcome to believe or disbelieve as you choose. I am sort of beyond caring at this point. Life has not been kind to the old Pendragon. But I've had my moments...:)
MOMENTS
(Parody of “Moments” by Emerson Drive)
I was only seventeen and already tired of it all—
And just thinking if I were gone no one would ever miss me…
I walked all alone down a trail no one else even knew existed
And I said “Forgive me, but I’m sure you understand—
I just can’t take it anymore, a boy forced to be a man!”
And I touched that sharp blade against my wrist—
And it seemed I heard a voice that said,
“It don’t have to end like this…”
“You’ve had your moments, your days in the sun;
Moments, when you refused to give up—
Moments, when you did things you thought you couldn’t do.
How about going to work when you were only a kid?
Standing up for a friend, at a personal risk?
How about that time you saved your brother’s life when he was dying?
You haven’t always been this way, don’t you know—
You’ve had your moments…”
It was The Fourth of July back in 1994—
It seemed that everything that could go wrong was trying very hard.
Oh, the demons I’d been fighting for most of my life
Finally got a strangle hold and I almost lost my mind.
I’d been a preacher for so many years, and I couldn’t understand
Why everyone walked away and left me by myself.
If it wasn’t for my wife and kids, I’d probably be insane—
But their love is reason that I remember—
I had my moments, out on the road—
Moments—bringing one more lost sheep home,
Moments when all reason said there was no way to do the things I did!
Like the feverish baby, that burned me through my shirt,
But after prayer was said just was cool and unhurt—
I’ve seen the Power of Christ heal time after time (‘Cause He does the work…)
Looking at me now you might not ever understand it—
But I’ve had my moments…
And I know somewhere around this globe out there right now—
There’s someone reading one of my stories or poems—
Or just a friendly note—I finally reached the world somehow…
I’ve had my moments, when I wanted to cut and run—
And Moments, when I thought I was second to none—
And moments when the right words somehow just came through:
Like a sonnet, for someone’s birthday—
A memorial, when we lost a friend and we were saddened for days—
Anyone who looks at this old country boy might not ever know it:
I hide behind so many masks it’s sometimes hard to show it—
But I’ve had my moments…
Um, yeah. I’ve had my moments
Pendragon
© 10/6/06
Parody of My Life by Billy Joel
My Rhymes
Found an rejection letter today in my mailbox from the West Coast
“Your work is good but it not what we’re looking for today!”
Well, I had stuck the papers together with small specks of white-out you’d never notice—
And I know all they read was the cover letter anyway!
Hey, I’ve never claimed that my poetry was classic!
I’ve never even laid claim to romantic or fantastic.
What you see is what I’ve got, I just write down the rhymes—
You can make up your own mind.
Editors tell you you can’t mess around with rhythm and rhyme.
And then they tell you what you wrote might be misunderstood by somebody else.
I say leave me alone, maybe I dance to the beat of my own time—
And what I write is OK just as long as I can live with it myself!
So I don’t need someone like you to tell me that I can write!
As for these “prefab rejections”, I have a whole drawer full at home!
Who cares what you say, anyway, these are my rhymes!
How about reading them next time, before you out-box them on!
You wanna be an editor pal—here’s a tip—get a life—leave me alone!
Pendragon
© 10/14/06
Niiiice, Pender!!
If you're in the mood for an unjustified ego boost, though, feel free to submit to poetry.com, of course...better than nothing? Or worse than rejection?
wow!!! i mean this thing is great! i miss being around this place:( it's just school i though senoir year was easy o well here is a song i like a lot it's by Say Anything - I want to know your plans(Acoustic @ MTV.com)
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am.
When we go to sleep for good will we be forgiven?
And If you want roses well then go buy a bouquet.
If that just won't cut it, well what can I say?
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it's all for you.
'Cause that's what you do. What you do.
I want to know your fears, from your feet to the back of your ears.
When they raise the landing gear will your heart stay here?
If you could forgive me for being so brash,
you could hit me or whip me, Oh! I'd savor each lash.
'Cause you're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you. 'Cause that's what you do.
No more fighting.
This is only a waste of our time 'cause soon we'll be leaving.
Will this strength still be mine?
I'll look out for you 'til I die, 'til I rot. Oh!
I'll remember you 'til I die, until I rot.
You're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you.
'Cause you're what keeps me believing the world's not gone dead,
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper.
It's all for you. 'Cause that's what you do.
That's what you, that's what you do.
Say Anything - I want to know your plans(Acoustic @ MTV.com)