Subject: Let's write a book...with a twist
Posted by: sectant
Date: Jun 22 18
A little clue in the title there. Shall we write a story using as many music related terms as we can, including band names and song titles? Use capital letters for the relevant words....
I got out of bed this morning, realising I was in Dire Straits. The Cars usually parked in the driveway had recently been stolen and The Police had told me the young thieves, if caught, would probably get away with little more than a Rap on the knuckles. A New Wave of crime had just begun and I had More Than A Feeling that it would only get worse unless these Punks were properly dealt with.
Okay people, it's your Turn, Turn, Turn .
Posted by: sectant
Date: Jun 22 18
A little clue in the title there. Shall we write a story using as many music related terms as we can, including band names and song titles? Use capital letters for the relevant words....
I got out of bed this morning, realising I was in Dire Straits. The Cars usually parked in the driveway had recently been stolen and The Police had told me the young thieves, if caught, would probably get away with little more than a Rap on the knuckles. A New Wave of crime had just begun and I had More Than A Feeling that it would only get worse unless these Punks were properly dealt with.
Okay people, it's your Turn, Turn, Turn .
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A grouchy detective sauntered over. “I swear, this week it’s been Nothing But Thieves. And everyone thinking they can just Take the Money and Run. Bet they were all Raised on Robbery.” “I saw a Long Cool Woman,” a neighbor offered. “She was wearing a black dress!” “You’re making that up!” the man yelled back. “What’s yer name?” “Eleanor Rigby… why?” she asked nervously. “You’re not showing me Respect, girl.” It was at that point I had to step in. I made my closer, avoiding some Stray Cats. “Take It Easy, man! I saw her too. Try to look at Both Sides Now.” “Grr! We’re Right Back Where We Started From,” the detective growled. “I had to partake in a long Journey to get here… I want answers.” The man began to get irate. “I’ll use my .38 Special if I need to! You don’t want to Start Me Up!” A neighborhood man ran over. “I may be a Simple Man; I’m Just a Singer, but I can vouch for her, too.” It was then the three of us decided to Come Together and make the detective become Calm, Cool, and Collected. The mystery was still at hand, but at least the man wasn’t yelling anymore. Shaking his head, the detective mumbled, “This town… it’s odd… a Funkytown, if you will.” He gazed where the Cars should have been and added, “They’re all out there… I Feel it Still!” Okay… sorry, that was longer and had way more talk than I realized. Definitely not as smooth as yours, sectant. I admit I got really excited and just started typing away! I’ll try to be better next time. We can erase this from the main story if we want, too. Such a great idea! Reply #1. Jun 22 18, 2:54 PM |
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It was great. Keep going. There are no hard and fast rules here, apart from using capital letters. Maybe the length of the post but that's only so we can take in all the info before we reply. The post itself was great Jen, had a feeling you'd like the idea. A day went by and Suddenly I realised Today had become Yesterday. Michele, my Boss at the 1912 Fruitgum Company where I've been employed for One Day At A Time, rang me Early In The Morning to inform me that thieves had broken in overnight and stolen the latest consignment of Cherry Bomb lollies. "Could this be the same Bad Company responsible for the car thefts? ", I said to Eleanor Rigby at her home a few moments later. "Maybe", she replied. "By the way, how did you get into My House?", she continued. "I'm sure all The Doors were locked." Reply #2. Jun 22 18, 7:01 PM |
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"Wow, these thefts are really playing Mind Games with you aren't they Eleanor? You opened the door yourself when I knocked. Don't you remember?" "Oh of course! And Yes, these thefts have made me Get Nervous. It's truly messed with my head. I mean Crimes Of Passion I can understand, after all, Love Is A Battlefield. But I'm All Fired Up now, and I want answers.!!" "Eleanor, Gee I Think You're Swell and I had no idea you were a Pat Benatar fan. Two of her Albums and two of her Songs in the same paragraph. That is so cool. You really Hit Me With Your Best Shot there, didn't you?" Reply #3. Jun 25 18, 2:41 AM |
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“One Way or Another, they’re not going to get away with it,” Eleanor told me. “Maybe we could hire some Private Eyes?” she suggested. “Word is, one of them is a Brown Eyed Girl.” As I headed home to chew on Eleanor’s words, I grew angry. These Punks must think they’re Big Shots. What made them think they could Do It Again and not get caught? Maybe using Outside sources would Help. Either way, something had to be done to stop these thefts! Someone had to get down and start Takin’ Care of Business… Reply #4. Jun 25 18, 11:37 AM |
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Another Day passed and after some Private Investigations, I discovered Eleanor had been right All Along. The Watchtower, my local watering hole, was where I managed to track down the so called Brown Eyed Girl. Her name was Lily The Pink and she drove a Little Red Corvette. "I Read The News Today, Oh Boy!", she said, after quickly downing One Bourbon, One Scotch and One Beer. "The latest information is the Young Rascals will strike again Tonight. And it won't be cars, it won't be lollies. They're going for Something much, much bigger." "How big?", I asked, disappointed that I couldn't get any musical terms in this sentence. Reply #5. Jun 25 18, 2:51 PM |
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"Really big!. And Musical itself is a Musical term, so don't feel too bad, you're doing okay with this", Lily The Pink replied. What a gal, she knew exactly what I was thinking. I had to ask her a Question which I wanted to ask from the moment I Saw Her Standing There at the bar. "Lily, why do they call you Brown Eyed Girl? Your eyes are green. All four of them." I couldn't help noticing she had two little rings on her fingers, both of Them designed to look like green eyes. Together with the usual two below her forehead, it only served to make my Question seem a good one to ask. "Nevermind about the eyes, I Can't Explain right now. We have more important things to discuss. Thefts, remember? Something big, remember? Your turn to pay for a drink, remember? I'll have a Red, Red Wine this time." Reply #6. Jun 25 18, 4:47 PM |
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"I hope you remembered the upper case for Time. It's a Pink Floyd Song, Lily." "Will you shutup about the musical terms and get me my drink??! It's All I Really Want right now." Reply #7. Jun 25 18, 5:15 PM |
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"Same goes with Musical, Lily. And I forgot to use upper case when I was thinking about my local watering Hole. You see, there was a Band called Hole and...." Lily may have had enough of my ramblings. I guess I realised this when she interrupted me and poured my glass of beer over my Head. Wow, what a gal! "Okay Lily, I'll let you continue. Umm..Mister Bartender, a Red, Red Wine for my lady friend and another beer and a couple of towels for me!" Reply #8. Jun 25 18, 5:46 PM |
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“Alright, Green Eyed Lady,” I said grumpily, using towels to attempt to clean myself off, as the beer also got my Legs wet. “You’ve gotten your Red, Red Wine. Will you Help? Should I Stay or Should I Go?” “You talk funny,” Lily slurred. When the bartender began to walk away Lily lunged and grabbed his arm. “Stop in the Name of Love!” Confused, the man began to pour. “Don’t Stop,” Lily snapped, eyeing the inch of bare glass in her cup. A few minutes passed when an older gentleman approached me. “I see you’ve discovered Jane’s Addiction.” When I tried to Explain the Green Eyed Lady’s name was Lily, the man waved my words away. “Jane is my Daughter. Lily is her middle Name. She goes by both… it helps her Hide sometimes. The name’s Jeremy.” “I’m trying to discover a few Smooth Criminals’ plans,” I said to the man, telling myself, you can do it, I Won’t Back Down. “You do know it’s ‘Smooth Criminal’, correct?” Suddenly, Jane/Lily stood and stumbled a bit. “What’s My Age Again?” she asked. When Jeremy and I tried to help, she growled, “I’m Still Standing!” With that, she collapsed. “Smooth,” Jeremy muttered. Reply #9. Jun 26 18, 10:17 AM |
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Things were getting Complicated. At work the next day, I just couldn't Focus on anything. One of my tasks at the 1912 Fruitgum Company was to ensure all the different varieties of The Sweet stuff had been packed in the right boxes. I'd barely started for the day when Michele, one of The Best and most patient bosses I had ever worked under, came over to me, holding a packet of Sugababes and wearing a Dazed And Confused grin on her face "So tell me Mr Candyman," she said eventually. A strange name to Call Me I initially thought, considering my surname is the considerably less strange Bladderwort. "Are you feeling okay? Not distracted by anything are you?," she continued. "Yes, I Feel Fine. Why do you ask?" "Oh, I just wondered why you forgot to notice this packet I'm holding contains, not 40 delicious Sugababes like it should, but 15 tiny Goo Goo Dolls and a rolled up sponge. Seems like you've missed Something. Would you like to tell me What's Going On? Before the kids of this Country start getting The Cramps in their Collective stomachs?" I began to tell Michele The Whole Story. Lily and Jeremy and the beer over my head, the little bit that went Under My Thumb, the other bits still stuck in my ears. I was getting more and more incoherent, babbling away like one of those babbling Brooks I've often heard about but never come across myself. On and On I went, trying to tell Dear Prudence, whoops, I meant Michele, just how strange everything had become since this story had first been suggested: "And to top it off Michele, this lower case, upper case stuff is driving me Crazy!" There were the Sounds Of Silence after I finished my rantings. Michele, showing remarkable poise and still holding the Sugababes packet, eventually spoke. "You poor thing. Here, have a couple of Goo Goo Dolls. They're in the wrong packet but they're very Yummy, Yummy, Yummy." Reply #10. Jun 26 18, 5:12 PM |
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"And by the way Michele, why are we called The 1912 Fruitgum Company? 1912 is the building next door. We're supposed to be 1910? Hey these Goo Goo Dolls really are Yummy, Yummy, Yummy." "Told you they were. And to answer your question, the prat who started this story was relying on Memory. He obviously got it wrong, probably looked up the correct name, 4 million posts too late. Oh well, Nevermind, he got out of it well, don't you agree?" "You're amazing Michele, even with one letter L missing. You know everything don't you? If I wasnt married already, I'd probably say "You're The One That I Want." "I didn't know you were married Bladderwort." "No, neither did I, in fact I don't think I am. I have no idea why I said that, I'm tired I guess and unable to think of anything to add here. Plus my wife is cooking a Monster Mash tonight and I can't stop thinking about it." "But you just said you weren't married." "Did I? Maybe I am then. Hang on, I'll ring my wife, she'll know." "This is getting weird, Bladderwort. Just as well it's only a story." "You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet, We've Only Just Begun." Reply #11. Jun 26 18, 9:37 PM |
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“Let me tell you a Secret,” Michelle told me. “Come a Little Bit Closer.” Still relishing my Goo Goo Dolls, I made my way to her. “You Walk Like an Egyptian, Mr. Candyman” she pointed out. Making a face, I mumbled, “A few nights ago I was Walking in Memphis, but I don’t know where you got ‘Egyptian’.” “Nevermind,” Michele said. “The Secret!” “Didn’t you already say Nevermind?” Michele rolled her Bette Davis Eyes and shook her head. It occurred to me that her eyes in fact did not look like Bette Davis Eyes. “Sometimes repeated words are Simply Irresistible when they fit. Now, Listen to the Music. I mean, me. You need a Holiday. I can see it In Your Eyes. Odds are Traffic will be bad but if you leave now you can avoid it!” “Michele, you are Some Kinda Wonderful boss,” I sleepily said. Minutes passed and I was Gone, Gone, Gone, as I put my car into Backman Turner Overdrive (okay… sorry) and felt the Rhythm of My Heart already calming down. Reply #12. Jun 27 18, 1:08 PM |
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Meanwhile....At the other end of Funkytown... Lily The Pink, the Brown Eyed Girl with the Green Eyes, the Little Red Corvette and the beer emptied over people's heads Obsession, woke up with a terrible hangover, a Budgie in her bed, and a packet of Sugababes on her pillow. She picked up the Sugababes packet and wondered aloud. "Where the hell did these come from?" The Budgie replied in a sort of high pitched, unintelligible Squawk. "Squawk!", it squawked. Lily, never at a loss for words, immediately shot back. "Shutup, featherhead. I didn't ask you. And why aren't you in your cage? I told you, no sleeping in my bed!!" The Strawberry Alarm Clock next to the bed Suddenly went off and Lily, despite her splitting headache and a Blue Budgie plume up one of her nostrils, had the Presence of mind to switch the alarm off. If angrily flinging it against The Wall and smashing it into a million pieces classifies as switching it off. "Typical", she muttered to herself. "It rings after I Wake Up." Reply #13. Jun 27 18, 3:50 PM |
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The detective working the stolen Car case was becoming Obsessed. He needed to get to the Heart of the Matter. Word on the E Street Band was the thieves were planning something Big. And he didn’t know How he’d find out what it could be. As he went to Turn the Page in his notes, a man decided to Walk This Way. “Face it, Sue, your case is Free Fallin,” Sue’s coworker teased. “Who’s ever heard A Boy Named Sue, anyway?” Just What I Needed, Sue thought to himself. “Let it Be!” Sue snarled at him. “Listen, pal, I’m Warning you.” Sue always suspected his coworker, Harry, was on the take. He always wanted to check out Harry’s Place to see if there might be a Brand New Cadillac hidden. Sue liked a Rock and Roll Fantasy where he stormed up to Harry, arrested him, and said, “You’re No Good!” “Maybe that guy Bladderwort has something to do with it all. He’s an odd one,” Harry suggested. “I’ll Bet My Life on it.” “Dream On,” Sue said. “You’re being Paranoid. You’re Ramblin, Man! For What It’s Worth, that Bladderwort seemed like a calm, cool customer. You’re wrong.” Shaking his head, Harry replied, “He was in a big Rush to leave the scene of the crime. Word is some Brown Eyed Girl with Green Eyes… actually, I don’t know what color eyes. She’s staying at a Suite. Judy Blue Eyes! That’s what her street name was back in the day. Anyway, we clearly have a Renegade on our hands.” Reply #14. Jun 28 18, 11:05 AM |
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"God Only Knows why she'd want to stay there Harry. That place is like The Zoo. A Bird in every bed for starters. I remember when my wife Caroline wanted to spend a second honeymoon there and I had to talk her out of that Crazy idea." "How did you talk her out of it?" "It was easy really. I just said Caroline, No." Reply #15. Jun 28 18, 11:21 AM |
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(Hey Jen, sorry, I read over your bit again, I initially thought Judy Blue Eyes was the name of the Suite. Maybe it could be both. I'm doing shorter entries from now on, there's too much to remember in one reading. Also, I hope our posts don't cross at any time. I guess the safe approach is for me to not do consecutive postings but my Muse always gets the better of me. This is heaps fun, isn't it?) Reply #16. Jun 28 18, 11:40 AM |
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"Hey, did you just hear Somebody interrupt this story with a Message To Rudy?" "I think you mean Deborah, Harry." "Actually, you're both wrong. It was for Jen." The two hard nosed, world weary detectives, startled to hear yet another voice, turned and saw the very person who they were discussing only a moment or two earlier. "Hi. I'm Lily The Pink aka Brown Eyed Girl aka Judy Blue Eyes. You two Make Me Smile, you're both So Sincere in your approach to solving these crimes and yet you're not even remotely close to figuring it all out. Oh and by the way, it's not that Bad a place I'm staying at. It's cheap, and that's The One Thing that matters. Come on guys, there's No Time To Lose, Jump In My Car, it's The Little Red Corvette, Way Over Yonder. I think you'll be very interested to have a chat with that Bladderwort fella. He knows more than he's letting on." "Just what exactly is your real name Lily Judy? Or Judy Lily. Or whatever it is you call yourself.", Harry asked as the three of them made The Long Run to the Corvette. "It's Gretel. But that's another story." Reply #17. Jun 28 18, 7:12 PM |
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(So much for shorter entries!) Reply #18. Jun 28 18, 7:26 PM |
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The trio took off together, taking the Highway to Hell—or at least Funkytown. “Can we listen to the Radio?” Harry asked. Snickering, Gretel admitted that her radio was Broken. “So Enjoy the Silence, boys.” They carried on listening to the Sounds of Silence, Sue getting Bored to Death. So he started singing. “Life is a Highway!” Sue yelled/sang. “The original version!” “Hold On,” Gretel announced. “My Little Red Corvette needs some gas.” Immediately Sue pulled out his .38 Special, Waking Up a little. “Who do you think you’re Foolin’? You’re up to something.” “Don’t You Want Me to pump the gas?” Gretel asked. Just then, a tire popped, sending the Little Red Corvette in a tailspin. “Don’t you know how to Drive?” Harry demanded. The car settled in a beautiful area that was filled with lush trees, Amaryllis flowers, and picnickers. It must have been fate they’d ended up in Linkin Park, for a small boy ran over to them. “My friend is Burning Down the House! Come and look!” The trio and many of the people in the park ran to watch as the firefighters turned into Heroes. One firefighter yelled to a woman as the Fire blazed. “I’m gonna Break on Through and get to you!” The brave man used his axe and reached through a smoky Door. “Take My hand!” Seeing the heroics, Sue calmed down and said, “Mustang Sally, you’re okay. Thank You for controlling your car.” “My name isn’t Sally. And I drive a Corvette. And actually, it’s a Mercedes Benz.” The three travelers had to walk to a local repair shop called Mike and the Mechanics. Gretel asked for her Chevrolet to be towed as the two detectives wondered just how sane this Woman was. Reply #19. Jun 29 18, 12:07 PM |
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(so of course I write the longest one yet... sorry!) Reply #20. Jun 29 18, 12:08 PM |
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