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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Bladderwort decided to go for a walk. He knew Michelle lunched at La Villa Strangiato and wanted to see if She was still there. It was a mile or two up the road and, without a car to Drive and having a morbid fear of buses and bus drivers, walking was his only option. Taxis were too expensive, there was no railway, roller skates made him stand out in a crowd plus he couldn't skate, he was certainly no Sk8er Boi, hitchhiking was too Dangerous, swimming was out of the question since there hadn't been a major flood for years and running or jogging was too much Trouble. He wondered what Lily was up to. And whether she was upset that their planned meeting had not eventuated. He had no idea that Lily, in her drunken state, had forgotten all about the meeting, and indeed himself, within moments of saying Goodbye outside The Watchtower and was now taking her own kind of walk, a Walk On The Wild Side. A car drove by slowly and a sexy voiced girl with Sexy Eyes called out from the driver's window: "Hey You! Do you need a lift?" "No thanks", Bladderwort shouted, obviously not thinking straight. "Pity", the sexy girl with the Sexy Eyes shouted back. "Because they're giving away tons of them at the elevator shop." It was only then that Bladderwort noticed the trailer behind the car, jam packed with lifts of all sizes. "Do you collect elevators?", Bladderwort asked, justifiably puzzled. "No. My brother does. I collect dumbwaiters. Do you know where I can find any?" "Well I'm going to a restaurant called La Villa Strangiato. I've heard the staff aren't too bright. There'll be plenty of dumb waiters there." "Okay then. Hop in. We'll go together." Despite his aversion to hitchhiking, Bladderwort took the girl up on her offer. Pretending to be a White Rabbit, he literally hopped in to the car. To this day, nobody knows why. Reply #41. Jul 10 18, 1:48 AM |
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“What are we even doing?” Harry asked rhetorically. He had been sharing the massive Cannoli and had to Get Ready to eat some more. “God Only Knows,” Sue responded, rubbing his head, which was really beginning to Hurt. When he tried to Complain, Harry went off on him. “Everybody Hurts! Don’t give me the Runaround, Sue! Commas don’t count, do they?” Harry ended with a question. Only Shaking his head, Sue yawned and rested his head on the table. “Listen To What The Man Said,” Lady Madonna declared. The Evil Woman glared at Giovanni and muttered to herself, “Since I Don’t Have You, maybe I’ll make you give me Your Precious Love.” As Lady Madonna began throwing around one Heart-Shaped Box after another in the back, Michelle came up for air from the Cannoli. “This Old Heart of Mine can’t take this much longer. I’ve been here so long, I think I missed the Last Train to Clarksville!” “Six, seven… oh, Curse Me for losing it!” Lady Madonna bellowed rather loudly from the back. “Has anyone seen my Love Potion #9?” “I’m on the case!” Sue declared, Waking Up. “I shall Ride Like the Wind to find your potion!” Feeling Funny, Harry leaned back in his chair and, in a Whisper, said “I Think I’ll Just Sit Here And Drink.” Reply #42. Jul 10 18, 11:38 AM |
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"So what's the story with the elevators and the dumb waiters? And the little plastic Black Cow hanging from your rearview mirror?", Bladderwort asked as the girl with the Sexy Eyes inserted a Steely Dan CD into the car CD player before driving off. The CD was Aja and instead of answering, she pointed to the Digital readout displaying the first track. "See! Black Cow! It's my favourite Steely Dan track. Does that answer your Question?" "No." "Why not?" "Because in the Song, Black Cow is a drink. It's not about an actual Black Cow." "Have you tried hanging a glass of Black Cow from a rearview mirror? It's The Best I could do. Where's this Strangulated Villa restaurant you mentioned?" "La Villa Strangiato? It's about two miles up the road. My name's Bladderwort by the way. What's yours?" "Ruby. Ruby Tuesday." "And what is it on the other days of the week?" Ruby gave Bladderwort a look. She wasn't sure if he was witty or stupid. Five minutes later, when Bladderwort finally managed to work out how to put his seat belt on, she decided stupid was probably The Best bet. "Don't know why you bothered. We're almost there. So is Bladderwort your first or last name? Not that it matters, it's a dumb name either way." "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I get that all the Time. My first name's Billie." "Billie Bladderwort huh? Truly weird. Do you have a middle name?" Bladderwort sighed. He hated being asked that Question. "Yes. I have a middle name", he replied, resigning himself to the fact he would have to reveal it very, very soon. "So what is it?" Bladderwort sighed again. "Jean", he said. "Billie Jean huh? Did your Parents not know you were a Boy or Something?" It was at that moment Bladderwort remembered why he didn't like accepting rides from strangers. There was always the danger any ensuing conversation would get around to the topic of his name. " Reply #43. Jul 11 18, 5:52 AM |
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One of La Villa Strangiato’s busboys showed up for his shift Late. He tried to sneak in, but Lady Madonna caught him. “I knew you’d show up Sooner or Later.” She happened to be knee-High in herbs and spices. While trying to hit the busboy, Incense and Peppermints went flying around her. “What’s Your Name, anyway?” Knowing it was Too Late To Turn Back Now, the boy shakily replied, “You Can Call Me Al.” “Can’t You See we have customers? Get out there and get to Working, Man!” Lady Madonna bellowed. Al decided it was smart to Rush past the Crazy woman into the restaurant. To his dismay, the joint was completely Drowning in Cannoli. “Day After Day with this,” Al muttered. “Hey You, Yeah You!” Sue called. “Where’d you put the old lady’s Love Potion #9?” He grabbed the kid’s collar roughly. “Hey, stop Rock N’ Me! I don’t have it! I’m innocent, I swear.” Sue shoved Al and snarled, “I’ll Rock This TOWN if I have to! I’m The Greatest detective ever, and no amount of Young Turks will stop me.” Worried, Harry stopped the Fight. “Please, Sue, Relax. Have some Cannoli.” “You Should Be Dancin’!” Michelle suddenly yelled; the group was getting used to her random outbursts. Slowly, Al nodded his head. I’ll just Stand Back and let these Crazy people Fight It Out, he thought. Reply #44. Jul 12 18, 11:24 AM |
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Events across the street meanwhile, outside the Cavern, were really shifting up another Gear. Jammer, Andy Summer's personal Bodyguard who had only recently been fired by George Thorogood for unnecessary acts of violence towards anyone within a 40 foot radius of his Star client, including George Thorogood himself, was casually Jamming as many skinheads as he could into the back of the Van Morrison, the Roadie, had hired for the Gig. "Just sit in there and chill! I'll let ya all out after ya sober up, ya baldheaded bunch of yobs! And one word from any of ya and I'll Tattoo You all with a brand new design called Mister Fist." "Jammer!", Andy Summers called out while holding Tiny Tim in a headlock he was sure would prevent him from attempting to Escape, "Thanks, but can ya let the bloke with the Baggy Trousers out of the van?" "But he's a skinhead?" "No he isn't Jammer. He's my Manager. He's just had his Head shaved, that's all!" "Don't you mess with me Summers, or you'll get what I gave to Thorogood." " Reply #45. Jul 12 18, 1:24 PM |
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( Sorry, that's meant to be an exclamation mark after "But he's a skinhead." ) Reply #46. Jul 12 18, 1:28 PM |
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(The hardest part of creating this story is the occasional lapse where a musical term doesn't become upper case. This is because while writing, I get so caught up in it that I simply overlook the finer details. I'm bringing this up because as a Beatles fan I've noticed I've used the word 'girl' a few times and not given it upper case. 'Girl' is a song on the Rubber Soul album. So apologies to anyone reading who has noticed that and other errors.) "Yes", Bladderwort agreed. Again. Reply #47. Jul 12 18, 6:43 PM |
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"There's that Voice out of the Blue again", Angie and Pavlov remarked Together, at the same Time, in Perfect Synchronicity. But they didn't really care about that intrusive Voice. For they were in Love and they knew they could get on with being in Love for a while longer. Yes, let the Bladderworts and the Lilys and the Giovannis Cashis and the Harrys and the Boys Named Sues inhabit the pages and pages of this story. Angie and Pavlov might never appear again. Who knew? "And who cares?", the Two Young Lovers shouted as they looked each other in the Eye, in total Rapture. "For I have my Angie and that's All I Really Want!", sang Pavlov in The Best Mick Jagger/Alanis Morrisette impersonation that he could muster. "And I have my Pavlov and that too is All I Really Want ", sang Angie, but only the last bit. "And I have a great big bowl of Meatloaf", thought Pavlov's Dog, "and I hate Meatloaf. I need a new owner." Reply #48. Jul 13 18, 3:14 AM |
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“Let’s Groove!” Michelle announced, swaying her hips, a giant bowl of seemingly unending Cannoli in both hands. “We’re in Swingtown, Let’s Dance!” She slipped in some Cannoli and somehow ended up with even More Cannoli All Over. “Sue… Why oh Why does this Lady keep wanting to Dance, Dance, Dance?” Harry wondered. “It’s ‘cuz You Send Me Good Vibrations, daddio!” Michelle said pleasantly. She then shoved more Cannoli in her Mouth, once more almost Choking. A light went off in Sue’s head. “It’s just a Cheap Trick! She’s clearly a spy who stole the Love Potion #9!” “Don’t Bring Me Down. Do you know how Hard it is running the 1910 Fruitgum Company?” Michelle cried. “So much responsibility, no one gives me Respect, I have this one employee, an Ordinary, Average Guy who is obsessed with Yes.” “No Way,” Al said. “My dad works there!” “Yes,” Michelle said, then caught herself. “What I Say And What I Mean are… he likes The Band Yes. And I think the word Yes too.” Shrugging, Al started, “Well, my dad is a Big Fan of Cars. He was grateful you hired him, since he stayed at the Austin Prison for so long.” “Wait… you’re saying your dad loves Cars and is a Felon?” Harry demanded. “Sue! I think… something tells me I’m Into Something Good here!” “Why do I smell Meatloaf?” Sue asked. Reply #49. Jul 13 18, 10:46 AM |
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(hey, I’m just impressed you use your phone for this… I struggle with even typing things out well… when I use my speech function for texting it always messes up… Example: my parents accidentally gave me an envelope in a bag of leftovers. I said my text and this is what I sent to my mom and dad: “I think you’re very sexy don’t like gave us an envelope!” What I really said was: “I think you accidentally gave us an envelope!” ((thankfully they just laughed it off)) So… good for you for typing so well!) Reply #50. Jul 13 18, 10:51 AM |
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(Hey Jen, you'll have to work that incorrect/misheard text into the story somehow. So many possibilities. Who'll send it? Who'll receive it?.. Phones are so convenient. If an idea comes into my head, and I have five or ten minutes to spare, wherever I am, I'll use it for this and other threads.) "Yes," agreed Bladderwort. Again again. Reply #51. Jul 13 18, 1:17 PM |
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"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!", shouted Bladderwort. "Not again!" The suddenness of this outburst caused Ruby Tuesday to panic and brake suddenly. Fortunately there were no cars behind, which was just as well since several of the lifts fell off the trailer and landed on the road. Amazingly, one of them landed in an upright position, causing the door to open. Even more amazingly, a man walked out, looking a bit Dazed And Confused. "No more elevators for me! I'm taking the stairs next time!", he said to himself as he walked away unscathed. Back in the car, Ruby demanded to know why Bladderwort Suddenly unleashed a torrent of no's. "I demand to know why you Suddenly unleashed a torrent of no's!", was pretty much the gist of it. "Sorry Ruby. I just remembered I forgot to lock The Doors when I left work. In fact, I think I left The Doors wide open. And several windows too. The ones you can see from the street. And it's possible I may have forgotten to switch off the machine that churns out 10,000 Goo Goo Dolls a minute. The one that needs a supervisor there at all times to ensure nothing goes wrong. There's nobody there you see, it was just me." Ruby Tuesday said nothing in return for exactly seven seconds. Instead she stared into space and licked her lips, her tongue gliding over the Cherry Pie brand lipstick she had applied earlier. And then she spoke, almost trancelike. "Goo Goo Dolls? You make Goo Goo Dolls? I love Goo Goo Dolls. I want Goo Goo Dolls. Let's turn back!" "But what about the dumb waiters? And all these lifts that fell off?", Bladderwort asked. "Sorry, Blads. Really Low priority on my list right now. Goo Goo Doll city, here I come!!", she shouted as she turned the car around, expertly avoided the elevators scattered all over the road, and headed off to a potential Nirvana. Reply #52. Jul 13 18, 2:15 PM |
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And while all this was Happening, Lily The Pink remained in the clothes boutique. Nirvana for Ruby Tuesday May have been an unlimited supply of Goo Goo Dolls but for Lily it was items of apparel. Especially dresses and skirts. Maxis from The Long Tall Sally brand. Minis from Legs Inc. In betweens from the In Between Days franchise. The Cure for anything, according to Lily The Pink, was clothes. And More clothes. For a little while now, she had blocked out the chaos all around. The Madness across the street, the shattered Glass and the bodies, real and synthetic, strewn all over the floor of 'A Lonely Heart', the Sound Of Music and wild dancing and Cannoli gorging taking place next door at La Villa Strangiato. The Sirens blaring up and down the street as The Police cars and ambulances and Fire engines converged on this part of Funkytown, trying to push through the vast crowds that had gathered. Lily had blocked all this out and had tried on one dress after another. The Owner Of 'A Lonely Heart' had been somewhat placated after Lily had promised to buy up the whole store, at double the cost, by way of compensation for the damage She had unwittingly caused. For apart from the dresses and skirts, there were shoes and belts and hats and blouses and slacks and jackets and coats and an extremely expensive handbag or two She just had to have. "Umm...I have another room at the back", the Owner Of 'A Lonely Heart' said hopefully. "It's the really, really expensive dresses. They'd all look great on you madam, but I couldn't possibly expect you to...." "Just shutup and Show Me The Way", Lily The Pink interrupted. Reply #53. Jul 13 18, 9:44 PM |
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A Summary Of The Story So Far by Bob Dylan (Not THE Bob Dylan, just A Bob Dylan) An unusual man with an unusual interest in the Progressive Rock Band Yes and an even More unusual name, a Mister Billie Jean Bladderwort, is worried about a recent crime wave in his neighbourhood where a team of Young Rascals have apparently stolen an unspecified number of automobiles from both himself and his neighbour, Eleanor Rigby, a lady who goes off on tangents while conversing, a habit that later on in the story annoys a member of the clergy called Father Mackenzie who, while engaging in do it yourself sock mending, is forced to listen to these tangential ramblings and, having had enough, eventually and sharply tells her to bugger off, though not in those words. The reader will Note that Eleanor Rigby and Father Mackenzie are also characters in a famous Song by a Liverpool Music Quartet called The Beatles. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. It transpires that Bladderwort is employed by an organisation called the 1910 Fruitgum Company, manufacturers and purveyors of a Variety of sweets and confectionery including, apparently, such delights as Sugababes and Goo Goo Dolls. His superior at the organisation, a lady known only as Michelle, quite rightly believes Bladderwort to be an incompetent imbecile, a belief given much Creedence by an incident at a staff picnic where almost all the employees were wiped out by rampaging Wild Horses, intimidating and Manic Street Preachers, several Gorillaz and a pretend UFO which crash landed and injured a few of the staff, all of which was arranged by Bladderwort himself in a misguided attempt to ensure the picnic was, in his own words, "Fun, Fun, Fun." Meanwhile, several people are investigating the car thefts including a rather feisty, no nonsense Babe called Lily The Pink. Earlier, and after a consignment of confectionery had been stolen from the 1910 Fruitgum Company, Lily and Bladderwort had arranged to meet at a drinking establishment called The Watchtower. Lily had known All Along that the thefts were committed by the same Punks who had stolen The Cars. Much was discussed at The Watchtower, most of it of a comical nature in keeping with the far fetched nature of the story. There was a lovely bit where Lily poured a Glass of beer over Bladderwort's Head and I have to admit I laughed quite effusively as did my wife, Mrs.Dylan, who just happened to be reading over my shoulder. More Madness ensued. An Italian restaurant called La Villa Strangiato featured heavily as did a tremendously huge vat of Cannoli, an exquisitely delicious Italian sweet, much loved by Italians especially. The owner of the restaurant is a Man In Black called Giovanni Cashi. The singer Johnny Cash incidentally was also known as the Man In Black. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Cashi's wife, also incidentally yet perhaps not incidentally at all as you will soon see, is named Lady Madonna. Readers will again Note that Lady Madonna is another famous Song by the aforementioned Liverpool Foursome The Beatles. Coincidence? I Will leave you to decide. Complete and utter Madness then ensues. This part of Funkytown, where the story is set, Suddenly becomes a veritable battleground involving more car thieves, smashed plate Glass windows, the cruel maiming of innocent shop front clothes dummies, an appearance by two thirds of the English Rock Band The Police, a surprising appearance by the deceased purveyor of annoying Novelty Songs, Tiny Tim, many drunken skinheads and a dangerously violent personal Bodyguard named Jammer. Factor in a girl called Ruby Tuesday who, inexplicably, collects dumbwaiters and who drives around in a car attached to a trailer full of elevators, and the continued appearance of the rather dimwitted Bladderwort, and what we have is a Strange Brew indeed. Well that's enough of my summary of the story so far. What transpires next, I do not know. Off to hear some Bob Dylan now. Sincerely The Other Bob Dylan P.S. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. Reply #54. Jul 14 18, 9:20 AM |
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A Note to Bob Dylan, literary reviewer and no relation to Bob Dylan, Singer, Songwriter, Nobel Prize winner and an American Idol Dear Mr. Dylan. My name is Angie. (No relation to the character in the Song of the same name by The Rolling Stones) Your recent review about a story created on this quiz site contained several Note-worthy omissions. Two in particular are not so Gentle On My Mind. For reasons known only to yourself, you failed to mention the characters of Angie and Pavlov. I have a vested interest in those two characters, for I am that very same Angie, and Pavlov, who not only has a similar vested interest but a lovely vest as well, Sharp Dressed Man that he is, is my True Love. Surely you could have made a brief mention. And by this, I don't mean you could have easily mentioned Pavlov's briefs, which he always wears here On The Beach, I simply mean you could have, nay should have, seen fit to include we Two Young Lovers in your review. We are All Shook Up by this omission and so is Pavlov's Dog who is currently Under The Boardwalk making horrible groaning Sounds as a result of an aversion to a great big bowl of Meatloaf he referred to a few postings earlier. I must go now because All Around My Hat there are flies and bits of Sand, as well as a Blackbird who refuses to understand this beach hat is not a nest. Wish You Were Here to offer an explanation. Angie. P.S. Mr Dylan, did you know there was a Hurricane here only last week? Even now, we can occasionally see a few Bits And Pieces Blowin' In The Wind. Sincerely Angie and Pavlov and Pavlov's Dog who is now no longer Under The Boardwalk and has just been Sick Again. All Around My Hat unfortunately, though at least it's solved the problem of what to do about the Blackbird. Reply #55. Jul 15 18, 10:52 PM |
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Dear Angie. It's Nobody's Fault But Mine. I was in Kashmir eating a Custard Pie when I wrote that review and a bit of that Custard Pie fell onto my laptop, causing a Communication Breakdown between myself and my co-writer, Robert Plant. (No relation to Robert Plant, Lead Singer of the English Rock Band, Led Zeppelin) Mr. Plant had written a very lengthy paragraph, from Over The Hills And Far Away, about yourself, Pavlov and Pavlov's Dog. (Is it a Black Dog?) The bit of Custard Pie that fell onto my laptop made it difficult to see certain Keys on the Keyboard and after receiving his paragraph, I mistakenly pressed the Delete Key and notified him, incorrectly, that the paragraph had arrived, whereupon he, and this is the Heartbreaker, deleted the paragraph at his end. If only he had the Presence of mind to not Rush into such a quick deletion, I may have been able to spot the mistake immediately and ask him to resend his contribution. But alas, it was not to be, and The Song Remains The Same. Or at least, the review does. If it's any consolation, I must say it's a wonderful thing to see you and Pavlov so Happy Together. There must be a Whole Lotta Love between the two of you. I hope Pavlov's Dog is better and not being Sick Again Down By The Seaside. In The Light of a new day, you will hopefully forgive my lapse and perhaps we can all build a Stairway To Heaven so that In My Time Of Dying I can rest assured that you have indeed seen fit to offer forgiveness. I am off to take a Night Flight now to The Houses Of The Holy where the locals are preparing to put on a Rock And Roll benefit in remembrance of The Battle Of Evermore. Robert Plant will be there. That's Robert Plant, lead singer of the English Rock Band Led Zeppelin, and not Robert Plant, literary reviewer. Sincerely Bob Dylan (no relation etc. etc) Reply #56. Jul 16 18, 5:08 AM |
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Dear Mr. Dylan Things are much better with Pavlov's Dog now, there is a veterinarian across the road from the Beach, Baby, and he assures both Pavlov and myself that several months rest and a course of aversion therapy featuring as many Meatloaf recipes as possible will do the trick. The veterinarian, Doctor Robert, is quite expensive and it certainly won't be a Cheap Trick but he has an almost Perfect Record with this technique, which he calls The Cure and says dogs, especially, respond well. By the way, Pavlov's little canine chum is not a Black Dog but a sort of Cream coloured thing with just a dash of Velvet Underground. Now, to get to the Heart of the matter. Your review. It's outstandingly Bad. And so is your explanation as to the mysterious omission. Also, Pavlov and myself can not stand Led Zeppelin. Or Bob Dylan for that matter, despite his status as an American Idol. We feel there is way too much Harmonica in his songs and as for Robert Plant, he leaves us totally Dazed And Confused. And it's not the Hair. It's his Microphone technique. He never seems to use one. How else can you explain the amount of Mondegreens heard in each and every Song? A printed Lyric Sheet on all those Led Zeppelin Albums would have been the Perfect solution but, as you say, "alas, it was not to be and The Song Remains The Same." And what is the point of reviewing a story, even an unfinished one, if you don't give it a Rating? Rolling Stone Magazine uses Stars, why don't you do something similar? In keeping with your absurd devotion to Led Zeppelin, you could have at least given the story a rating of Four Sticks. That, as I'm sure you know all too well, is a Track on the Led Zeppelin IV Album. Pavlov and I have all their Albums and, to be fair, we despise them all, there is no favouritism in this Respect. And as for Stairway To Heaven, we have played that Song over and over again and we Still have no idea what it's about. Can I give you an example of a typical Stairway To Heaven Lyric Mr. Dylan?: "If There's A Bustle In Your Hedgerow Don't Be Alarmed Now, It's Just A Spring Clean For The May Queen." Yes, of course, it makes Perfect sense! What was Kashmir like? On second thoughts, don't answer, Pavlov and I want the story to continue, we've had enough of your interruptions. And ours too. Keep The Faith Angie. Reply #57. Jul 16 18, 6:46 PM |
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Re: A Summary Of The Story So Far By Layla Clapton (no relation to the song “Layla” by Eric Clapton) To Whom It May Concern… You Outta Know, I’m concerned with the distasteful abuse done to the Innocent Cannoli in the story. Frankly, such savage acts are truly despicable and I’m Angry Again. I admit I am Losing My Religion and Faith in the story. I Hate Everything About You and despite people telling me Don’t Look Back In Anger, rest assured, I WILL Look Back In Anger! The Cannoli has been mistreated and it takes a Super Freak to write about such Cruel acts. You must have a Devil Inside to create this kind of Garbage! I am currently making a group to start a Rebel Yell against this atrocious story. Just you Wait, you’ll be Running Scared when you see our protests! You’re on Borrowed Time. I’ll leave you with some more lyrics that really don’t make much sense and have no relation at all to anything, “Gooey” by Glass Animals: “Ride my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance/Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand/I'd say I told you so but you just gonna cry/You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes” Stop the abuse, Layla Reply #58. Jul 17 18, 12:01 PM |
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“Al is clearly Guilty. He’s Hiding something for sure,” Sue stated. Once more, he started threatening Al. “You’re comin’ with me, Punk! Right now!” He turned to Harry. “I think his dad is not so Innocent.” Harry stood, albeit shakily. “Of course he’s not, Al just told us he’s a felon. I Don’t Care about that right now. I have to admit something.” Sue stopped pacing in the gunk. His Shoes were covered in Cannoli. “What?” he asked. “I’m deathly Afraid of Tiny Tim,” Harry squeaked out. “His music frightens me, as soon as it Starts, The Fear sets in. To me, it feels like Somebody’s Watching Me, you know?” “No!” Sue yelled in his usual way. “Don’t Be Afraid! It’s already been established that Tiny Tim has died, Long Ago!” Michelle tried to eat Cannoli off of Sue’s Shoes. The Shoes went Boom Boom Pow as he kicked them off. “What a Waste!” Michelle screeched so Loudly that some glass Shattered. Al mumbled, “How Soon Is ‘Now’? I thought you were taking me Somewhere?” “Somewhere Over the Rainbow if you continue your whining, boy!” Sue said in a manner that was Supposed To Be threatening. “That sounds nice, actually,” Al said. Michelle had her right arm Deep in a thick Collection of Cannoli. For a moment Sue paused. “That was a Threat To Survival, kid. Only You would misunderstand me.” “I did too,” Lady Madonna reported. “Same here,” Harry said nervously. “Mfwee twoghjs” Michelle added. Reply #59. Jul 17 18, 12:27 PM |
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The Owner Of 'A Lonely Heart' was in Rapture. He realised that although the damage to his boutique was immense, it would be more than adequately Covered by the windfall he would receive when it came Time to add up the total cost of everything Lily had bought. So happy was he that he had asked Lily if he could take several photos of her while she continued shopping to show his family what the term 'favourite customer' really meant. "You want Pictures Of Lily? You'll get Pictures Of Lily! The Who, why and wherefore doesn't interest me pal. Just as long as you let me keep buying these clothes, you can do what you want", Lily had answered while deciding which of the 400 dresses she had just bought would go well with the 400 pairs of shoes already lined up on what was left of the counter. "Please, buy away! Consider Yourself At Home. Consider Yourself One Of The Family in fact!", the owner replied while busily snapping more pics. "Damn, I've run out of Kodachrome!" Reply #60. Jul 17 18, 9:37 PM |
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