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Trivial Pursuits => Wild Card => Topic started by: arkabee on September 07, 2004, 09:37:48 pm
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what a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever makes *mumblemumble* happy!!!
this tylenol ful "day non drowsy" stuff isn't 1/2 bad.
before: i wanted to drill into my head to relieve the sinus pressure.
after: i _need_ to drill into my head because i have a song stuck in my head and it won't come out.
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Dude, are you sure you aren't posting high?
Also: "whatever makes me happy sets you free." No need for thanks.
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HA HA! Ark's all twisted on tylenol!
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RKB = AOK
Get Down with Your Bad Self. I've suffered the past four (five? eleven?) days with a sinus infection that has played out a lot like a mid-level Punch-Out!! opponent - picked at me with jabs and prods and flurries, letting me think I could win for a while, and then WHAM oh shit did you need another quarter?
So yeah. If the drugs wanna wiggle, let 'em wiggle. I am happy to hear of any fellow sinus infection sufferer finding dat ol silber linin.
Also, I don't get "whatever makes me happy sets you free". Maybe I am a fuck*ng Martian, or too far removed from High School and those one-dimensional relationships that cared like burning, but the pronoun switch there just completely fuck*ng threw me for a loop. I've never even heard this song. I am imagining it sounds like a watered-down descendant of a song from Grease.
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Also, I don't get "whatever makes me happy sets you free". Maybe I am a fuck*ng Martian, or too far removed from High School and those one-dimensional relationships that cared like burning, but the pronoun switch there just completely fuck*ng threw me for a loop. I've never even heard this song. I am imagining it sounds like a watered-down descendant of a song from Grease.
Speaking as someone who was in high school when the song was popular, it is genuinely creepy -- one of those songs that inadvertently (or advertently, hell if I know) puts back feminism twenty years by convincing teenage guys that, yes, women are domineering shrews who demand that a man serve them in a relationship.
Anyway, best of luck with your drugs of choice, narconauts.
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Now! with action item bulleted format!:
- hey look, i'm todd.
- never heard of the song.
- thsi OTC tylenol flu stuff is actually pretty good stuff.
it's no liquid nyquol, but i think it's better than the dayquil pills.
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Also, I don't get "whatever makes me happy sets you free". Maybe I am a fuck*ng Martian, or too far removed from High School and those one-dimensional relationships that cared like burning, but the pronoun switch there just completely fuck*ng threw me for a loop. I've never even heard this song. I am imagining it sounds like a watered-down descendant of a song from Grease.
Speaking as someone who was in high school when the song was popular, it is genuinely creepy -- one of those songs that inadvertently (or advertently, hell if I know) puts back feminism twenty years by convincing teenage guys that, yes, women are domineering shrews who demand that a man serve them in a relationship.
Anyway, best of luck with your drugs of choice, narconauts.
I didn't think people really listened to the lyrics in those pop songs. I kinda thought they were just syllables so the little girls would have something to sing. It could have been Urdu or a shopping list or just gibberish.
My new pop song:
MY LOVE AIN'T FREE
My love ain't free
Cheez-whiz toothpaste elongated asphalt
You extended my lemur's warranty
Meteor fetlock chicken bone Charles Kurault
That Ronnie Milsap, he cannot see
Oh baby my love ain't free!
Once a snake finds your potted meat
Shel Silverstein wrote "The Giving Tree"
You'll never comprehend my window seat
Fourteen barbers are shaaaving me..
I said my love ain't free!
CHORUS
My love ain't free
My love ain't free
It costs something
Don't you see
My love ain't free
Granite plasma spreading oleo
Lando Calrissian was Billy D.
But Polly Holliday, she was Flo
The best tuna is Chicken of the Sea
Oh whoa baby My love ain't freeeee!
You can send my Grammy to the hizzouse.
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My new pop song
That is singularly the finest song ever crafted.
I desperately need to hear it as is in my head.
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I didn't think people really listened to the lyrics in those pop songs. I kinda thought they were just syllables so the little girls would have something to sing. It could have been Urdu or a shopping list or just gibberish.
When next year's song of the year on MTV features the chorus "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..." we'll all know who to blame.
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You're going to be blaming him for writing everything off Mars Volta's next album then...
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Wow, AugustWest just won the RAD award for the day. Who's gonna record that baby?
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The one morning I sleep in, everything just goes completely rad all up in this thread, hey? Excellent work, sir. Today, I abdicate my Best Dude Grammy (http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/filing.115.html). Aside: was "Alice" actually a pretty good show or am I just remembering it as such because I was so young at the time?
I didn't think people really listened to the lyrics in those pop songs. I kinda thought they were just syllables so the little girls would have something to sing. It could have been Urdu or a shopping list or just gibberish.
You know, I'd never really thought of it in those terms before, but there's a good point to be made, there - today's teen pop pabulum isn't really much more than old-school rope-skipping and hand-clapping rhymes infused, jumbo syringe up ol' Thermometer Lane style, with so-called "content" (because Lord only knows today's "tweens" have all sorts of special thoughts and feelings that simply must be reflected in every facet of their entertainment) and liberal fistfuls of glitz.
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Alice was about as good as sitcoms get, i.e. not so great.
But the spinoff "Flo" was so awful that it made children CRY.
Also, August, is that to be sung to the tune of any other pop song? Some of it doesn't quite scan, so I'm just wondering if you fit it to a pre-existing melody.
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I'm a lyricist not a composer, dammit!
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Wow, AugustWest just won the RAD award for the day. Who's gonna record that baby?
Nah, I thought Cortjstr won this round. In geek points anyways. And I value those highly.
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Wow, AugustWest just won the RAD award for the day. Who's gonna record that baby?
ME. I am.
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I'm a lyricist not a composer, dammit!
*swoon*
marry me, sirrah.
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CortJstr and August BOTH WIN. TOGETHER. FOREVER.
This is all.
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Alright, I've got most of the music done, but my band's singer won't be back from NYC until next week.
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Holy crap, he was serious!
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Holy crap, he was serious!
AW, I have the distinct feeling that our status as winners is going to be short-lived.
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The song is already on my next mix disc.
You know, not to be outdone or anything.
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Holy crap, he was serious!
You're goddamned right!
Most of the song is just ACID loops I stitched together, but since that's how most pop songs are created these days... I may overdub an unpleasant guitar solo just to add some fiber.
August, it would be excellent if you could come up with another two verses, it might help the song flow better. If you're feelin' it, yo.
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Sure, why not.
Give me a couple hours.
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Take your time. Thanks.
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MY LOVE AIN'T FREE
My love ain't free
Cheez-whiz toothpaste elongated asphalt
You extended my lemur's warranty
Meteor fetlock chicken bone Charles Kurault
That Ronnie Milsap, he cannot see
Oh baby my love ain't free!
Once a snake finds your potted meat
Shel Silverstein wrote "The Giving Tree"
You'll never comprehend my window seat
Fourteen barbers are shaaaving me..
I said my love ain't free!
CHORUS
My love ain't free
My love ain't free
It costs something
Don't you see
My love ain't free
Granite plasma spreading oleo
Lando Calrissian was Billy D.
But Polly Holliday, she was Flo
The best tuna is Chicken of the Sea
Oh whoa baby My love ain't freeeee!
Wasabi headlights spearing my head
Oatmeal balls on your Christmas tree
Pink Panther sheets all on my bed
The Patella is the bone in your knee
Bring it home, My love ain't free.
Ceramic soldiers rock my night
Taking vitamins gives you yellow pee
Three lefts are the same as a right
An anemic dog means a hungry flea
Good God Y'all, My Love ain't free!
Sophomore slump?
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You continue to win, August. This is all.
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Sophomore slump?
Not even fuck*ng close. I can't wait to finish this song.
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I seriously look forward to hearing this now.
Wow.
Rad.
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I seriously look forward to hearing this now.
Wow.
Rad.
For sure.
Bravo.
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Oh man, now I have to re-record to get those new verses in.
Good God y'all is right!
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Sophomore slump?
Not even fuck*ng close. I can't wait to finish this song.
Is it soup yet?
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Is it soup yet?
No, but Rock Night this week is Thursday, so I'm hoping to have it ready by Friday. Soon, I promise.
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in other news, i think i'm over my cold!!
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Hooray!
Of course, now I have one. I blame all this subliminal talk of cold medicine (and, you know, starting-school stress and the annual Fall Death Cold thing, but mostly YOU ALL). Any recommendations on things I might take this weekend to leave me cheerfully incapacitated?
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Tequila. Works on everything. If you want it vaguely healthy, maybe an extra strong Tequila Sunrise.
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It's true - Tequila kills all living organisms - but you're much larger than the cold bug so it kills it first.
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So what ever happened with this? Did Limmo ever finish the song?
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No, Limmo did not finish the song.
However, the prospect of further minor public shaming from AugustWest has forced me to dig the file up.
I make no promises for a delivery date.
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If there's one lesson I've learned as a parent, it's "Never underestimate the power of guilt."
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I just alternate screaming at the top of my lungs and silence with evil glaring.
Alright, I've mixed the audio down, but I still need to add the vocal track. The only microphone I have around here is the one from Audrey's Disney Princess Keyboard, and that just didn't provide enough signal, no matter how hard I compressed it.
So I'll have to get a mike from our studio, which isn't going to happen right away.
More later.
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I just alternate screaming at the top of my lungs and silence with evil glaring.
Yeah, that's good too.
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Alright, the song's done. Or as done as it's gonna get. The vocals on the first verse are harder to hear than the rest, which may be a blessing.
Click here for your punishment (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LTONX6DO).
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If there's one lesson I've learned as a parent, it's "Never underestimate the power of guilt."
And from my parents (and particularly from HER parents) is "No child is too old for guilt".
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Alright, the song's done. Or as done as it's gonna get. The vocals on the first verse are harder to hear than the rest, which may be a blessing.
Click here for your punishment (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LTONX6DO).
snif... Well worth the wait. Well worth it.
When do I get my Grammy?
Wait, wasn't that song on Trout Mask Replica
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Alright, the song's done. Or as done as it's gonna get. The vocals on the first verse are harder to hear than the rest, which may be a blessing.
Click here for your punishment (http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LTONX6DO).
dude, that is too cool.
how, though, did you get tony hawk to do your intro?
edit-
oh, wait a minute
"This file has expired due to inactivity."
my bad.
woulda been cool to know tony hawk though, eh?