So I was listening to the Bat Out Of Hell II album today on my way in to work, and I was suddenly struck by the urge to roll an homage character. A villain.
He'd be big and chunky, scruffy looking, and have a sonics powerset of some sort (if that's possible; must check on this).
I'd name him "Wasted Youth".
And for his description, I'd put the lyrics in. Read it and TELL me that ain't twisted enough to be a villain!
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterward, but it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never... even... heard... before.
So I took my guitar, and I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down
upon the center of the bed, my father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
"Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think you're doin'?
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
And I said: "God damn it, daddy!
You know I love you, but you got a hell of a lot to learn about ROCK 'N ROLL!!"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
He'd be big and chunky, scruffy looking, and have a sonics powerset of some sort (if that's possible; must check on this).
I'd name him "Wasted Youth".
And for his description, I'd put the lyrics in. Read it and TELL me that ain't twisted enough to be a villain!
I remember everything!
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday
I was barely seventeen, and I once killed a boy with a Fender guitar
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it had a heart of chrome and a voice like a horny angel
I don't remember if it was a telecaster or a stratocaster
But I do remember that it wasn't at all easy
It required the perfect combination of the right power chords
And the precise angle from which to strike
The guitar bled for about a week afterward
And the blood was so dark and rich, like wild berries
The blood of the guitar was Chuck Berry red!
The guitar bled for about a week afterward, but it rung out beautifully
And I was able to play notes that I had never... even... heard... before.
So I took my guitar, and I smashed it against the wall
I smashed it against the floor
I smashed it against the body of a varsity cheerleader
Smashed it against the hood of a car
Smashed it against a 1981 Harley Davidson.
The Harley howled in pain, the guitar howled in heat!
And I ran up the stairs to my parents' bedroom
Mummy and daddy were sleeping in the moonlight
Slowly I opened the door, creeping in the shadows
Right up to the foot of their bed
I raised the guitar high above my head
And just as I was about to bring the guitar crashing down
upon the center of the bed, my father woke up, screaming "Stop!"
"Wait a minute! Stop it boy! What do ya think you're doin'?
That's no way to treat an expensive musical instrument!"
And I said: "God damn it, daddy!
You know I love you, but you got a hell of a lot to learn about ROCK 'N ROLL!!"
--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs