Song of the Day, 8/3/07

[Bob Schroeck]

Look at them now
What do they want?
And what do they do?
Nothing at all!
What do they know?
What do they think?
And who do they tell?
No one at all!
Their lives are truely meaningless
And we are busy being blessed
With all that we
Can take and pocket
No one needs to know
We're the plug
And they're the socket
Give us the juice
And we'll glow
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king!
How do they sleep?
Their lives are so tawdry
We're the trash collectors
'Cause they're nothing but trash
What do you expect?
They've got no standards
So we lower the bar
'Cause they're perfect for us
We'll open up Pandora's Box
Pandora gave us keys and locks
They're the victoms
Waiting for their mugger
Come to the confessional
So I can tell you all to bugger off
There's no time like now!
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king!
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the marketplace sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king!
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king...
And we'll do it our way
It's our time to play
We know what to say
If you stand in our way
Don't stand in our way
No time like today...
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the anthems we sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king!
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the animals sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
The butcher is king!
Can't you hear the choir now?
Listen to the chosen ones sing!
Can't you hear the slaughterhouse bells?
In the land of the pigs
the butcher is king!
In the land of the pigs
the butcher is king!
In the land of the pigs
the butcher is king!
In the land of the pigs
the butcher is king!
-- Meat Loaf, In The Land of the Pigs, The Butcher Is King

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No, this has nothing to do with DW5. I'm just considering it for use during the climactic battle in the Harry Potter Step.

-- Bob
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[Bluemage]

You just got me imagining the uses of "Do You Hear The People Sing?" (from Les Miserables) for motivating a house-elf rebellion...--------------------
I'll snap your neck like a tomato!

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My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.

I've been writing a bit.

[Shepherd]

If you're thinking of songs for the Harry Potter step I suggest "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance. The lyrics would work fairly well for summoning a double for Harry Potter.
When I was
A young boy,
My father
Took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when
You grow up,
Would you be
The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you
Defeat them,
Your demons,
And all the non believers,
The plans that they have made?
Because one day
I'll leave you,
A phantom
To lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was,
A young boy
My father, took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son when you grow up,
will you be the saviour of the broken,
the beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling, she's watching over me
And other times I feel like I should go
Went through it all, the rise and fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone we want you all to know
We'll carry on, We'll carry on
And though you're all dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it
A world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Let's shout out loud and clear
Defiant to the end we hear the call
To carry on
We'll carry on,
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Oh oh oh
disappointed faces of your peers
Oh oh oh
Take a look at me 'cause I could not care at all
Do or die
Youll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Come and try; youll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this part
I wont explain, or say Im sorry
Im unashamed, Im gonna show my scar
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because its who we are
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
Just a boy, whose meant to sing this song
I'm just a man; I'm not a hero
I
Don't
Care!
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
Do or die
Youll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Come and try; youll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this part
Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try; you'll never break me
We want it all, we want to play this part
We'll carry on

Of course, if there is ever a return to the Evil Doug you could find out that he can summon a Voldemort double by playing Godsmack's "Voodoo".
[Chorus:]
I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don't remember why I came
Candles raise my desire
Why I'm so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay
Freezing feeling,
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again
[Chorus]
Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my ears
Find my shade by the moon light
Why my thoughts aren't so clear
Demons dreaming
Breathe in, breathe in
I'm coming back again
[Chorus x4]
Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo.
[Repeat]
So far away...
I'm not the one who's so far away...
I'm not the one who's so far away...
I'm not the one who's so far away...
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"Anyone can be a winner if their definition of victory is flexible enough." - The DM of the Rings XXXV

[Bob Schroeck]

Mm. Interesting...

-- Bob
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[Kokuten]

Harry Potter Step?

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DEF LEPPARD
"Don't Shoot Shotgun"
Run for cover
(Run for cover)
Don't shoot! - Shoot!
She's so dangerous
(Shotgun!)
(Gun!)
(Don't shoot shotgun!)
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right
Fallin' head over heals at the speed of light
Hey little miss heaven on earth
Whoa, won't you walk this way but I see a red alert
Oh, my senses say keep away
So don't shoot!
Don't shoot shotgun
Dream on nightmare
Touch 'n' go
Dove turned destroyer, she cut you up, she's a slave of love
Run for cover, she's so dangerous
Undercover, she's so shameless
Don't shoot shotgun
You got me bitin' my lip
Don't shoot shotgun!
Ya shootin' straight from the hip
So don't shoot shotgun
Shoot me, baby!
Ow!
Hit 'n' miss, flesh and blood
She's sweet and indiscreet, she can't get enough
A little midnight madness
Oh baby, you can't hide
So wild 'n' unpredictable
Step aside
'Cos you're, you're shooting wide
Run for cover, she's so dangerous
Undercover, she's so shameless
[Repeat Chorus]
Oh
Shake it, shake it!
Ah, take this, little hit 'n' miss
[guitar solo]
[Repeat Chorus]
Don't shoot it!
Don't shoot shotgun!
Shake it, shake it!
Aw, take this little hit 'n' miss
Ow!
(Don't shoot shotgun!)
Oh shoot it!
Don't shoot it!
Uh, Oh shotgun!
Shoot me, baby!
Ow!
Let it blow!

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And at the climactic point of the song, Harry dodges an AK blast and shoots Moldywort in the head with a friggin' Mossberg.

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[Bob Schroeck]

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And at the climactic point of the song, Harry dodges an AK blast and shoots Moldywort in the head with a friggin' Mossberg.

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I am suddenly seized with the concept of a technomagical device, the Avada Kedavra-47 -- cheap, mass-produced killcurse slingers...

-- Bob
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[Kokuten]

I've seen it used in Badfic, ammunition with wandcores in conventional weaponry..Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979Wire Geek - Burning the weak and trampling the dead since 1979

[Bob Schroeck]

Gah.

-- Bob
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