Music is Love: Friday [1/26] Period Three

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

The music plays, the light show is even more fabulous than last week and Lorne leaps onto the stage to the delight of canned applause.

"Welcome to Music is Love! And despite the similarities I am not Randy Jackson. Dog. I am LORNE!"

More canned cheers.

"Thank you! Thank you! You're too kind. Today our theme is Punk Bubblegum in honor of our guests: Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage and Hannah Montana!"

Lorne settles down at the judges table, "C'mon kids. Show Fandom what you got."

[Wait for the OCD is up.]

Comments

Sign in: [1/26]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

With a combination of your favorite bubblegum and punk rock band/artist.

Re: Sign in: [1/26]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx signed in.

Re: Sign in: [1/26]

[notajar]

Bazooka Vicious


...what? It's a bubblegum.

The Judges!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Judges! Please introduce yourselves and tell us your True Hollywood Story!"

Re: The Judges!

[swerval_zero]

"Please tell me you lot already know who I am," Zero said. "Or I'll worry about you."

She sighed and adjusted her sunglasses, which had little bunnies on them much like the icon. "Fine, I'm Zero Hopeless-Savage. I'm the lead singer of Teal Dear, playing soon at a Caritas near you, also former lead singer of the Dusted Bunnies, an' I'm usually to be found in ur dormz, eatin' ur foodz an' filmin' ur mishapz. Go Gremlins!"

Re: The Judges!

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"Hey everyone, I'm Hannah Montana." Miley smiled and waved to everyone, actually comfortable at the moment. Wearing the wig and the makeup and dressed in her performing clothes, it was a lot easier to act the part.

"I've been singing for as long as I can remember and a few years ago a record exec overheard me and offered me a deal. The rest is history! I released my second album in November and I go on tour later this year."

SING! [1/26]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"C'mon baby. Hit me with your best shot. Fire away."

Re: SING! [1/26]

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx really wasn't sure if he'd gotten the 'theme' right this time, but hey, might as well just go up there with confidence and sing it! He loved this song. Because Blink 182 was just fun.

All the small things
True care, truth brings
I'll take one lift
Your ride, best trip

Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting, commiserating

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na...

Late night, come home
Work sucks, I know
She left me roses by the stairs
Surprises let me know she cares

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Na, na...

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
The night will go on, my little windmill

Say it ain't so, I will not go
Turn the lights off, carry me home
Keep your head still, I'll be your thrill
The night will go on, the night will go on
My little windmill

Re: SING! [1/26]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

"Good job!" Miley grinned. "I like the song and it seems like you had fun with it."

Re: SING! [1/26]

[notajar]

Door didn't know from punk rock until she downloaded some. When she was finished, she still didn't get why it was called punk rock music. Bubblegum? That one was a complete mystery.

Still, she knows a song that reminds her of bubblegum, and she can certainly try to sing it like the punk rock people had done.

So she screams the entirety of this into the microphone:

Stuck on you
I've got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just can't lose.
Guess I'm on my way...
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
I'll be with you till the end.
Guess I'm on my way...
Mighty glad you stayed.

I'm stuck on you.
Been a fool too long I guess
It's time for me to come on home.
Guess I'm on my way...
So hard to see
That a woman like you could wait
Around for a man like me.
Guess I'm on my way...
Mighty glad you stayed.

Oh, I'm leaving on that midnight train
And I know just where I'm going.
I've packed up my troubles
And I've thrown them all away
Because this time little darlin'
I'm coming home to stay.

I'm stuck on you.
I've got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just can't lose.
Guess, I'm on my way...
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
I'll be with you till the end.
Guess I'm on my way...
I'm mighty glad you stayed.

Or at least as much of it as she can get through before things explode or people start lobbing breakfast foods at her.

Re: SING! [1/26]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

When it was Naomi's turn she got up and started singing.

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

Re: SING! [1/26]

[wannabehunter]

Considerably less punch drunk than last week, Jo started singing.

Sunshine On my window
Makes me happy
Like I should be

Outside
All around me
Really sleazy
Then it hits me

Don't tell me
You can't see
What it means to me
Me me

Meanwhile
In the moonlight
Purple people
Unforseeable

Lonely
As they may be
They'll be peachy
Then it hits me

Don't tell me
You can't see
What it means to me
Me me me

Sunshine
On my window
Makes me happy
Like I should be

Outside
All around me
Really sleazy
Then it hits me

Don't tell me
You can't see
What it means to me
Me me

Don't tell me
You can't see
What it means to me
Me me me

Re: SING! [1/26]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Just before it was time for her to sing onstage as Miley, Hannah's phone rang.

"Hello? Oh, hi!" She turned to Lorne and Zero and whispered an excuse, getting up to go backstage. "It's my manager, I have to take this."

Re: SING! [1/26]

[chasingangela]

Angela took a deep breath. The singing thing was getting easier every week.

when I look into Audrey's eyes
they are so blue and I realise
just how far away
she's got from me
ever since the spring
i dreamt everything
but never dreamt the thing
that I'd lose her
and she does not even know
just how beautiful she is
and she does not even see
just how beautiful she is........to me
when i looked into Audrey's eyes
that day the whole world capsized
the day she left is far away from me
please drop me a line if you are so kind
at least then i would know
that you are alive
and she does not even know
just how beautiful she is
and she does not even see
just how beautiful she is
and she does not even know
just how beautiful she is
and she does not even see
just how beautiful she is........to me

[OOC: The song is "Audrey's Eyes," by Velocity Girl]

Re: SING! [1/26]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

If there was a genre of anti-Dean music, bubblegum would be it. Even the punk in front of it didn't really help much.

He wasn't sure if this song technically really fit, but pretty much it was as close as he was willing to get.

I cant fight this feeling any longer
And yet Im still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I cant hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when were together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

And even as I wander
Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
Ive been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that Im following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone Id never find

And even as I wander Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore.

Re: SING! [1/26]

[absolutesnark]

Summer wasn't sure this song was right for the theme, but she really liked it. Plus, the band is from Orange County.

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed
And it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know
Exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me
To hold your hand
'Cause I'm just a girl, little 'ol me
Don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights

Oh...I've had it up to here!
The moment that I step outside
So many reasons
For me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's all those little things
That I fear

'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be
'Cause they won't let me drive
Late at night I'm just a girl,
Guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare
With their eyes

I'm just a girl,
Take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype

Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb
Makes me worrisome

I'm just a girl, what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to Is making me numb
I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Twiddle-dum there's no comparison

Oh...I've had it up to
Oh...I've had it up to
Oh...I've had it up to here

Re: SING! [1/26]

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

Cassie decided some punk flair to a song from one of her favorite whatever the meta is movies as a kid was in order. She'd put on what looked like white bib overalls (with shredded legs and safety pins all over) over a brown sports bra. She had fake-color sprayed some green streaks in her hair, and went all out with the singing, with some shouting, angry fist pumps, and some thrashing guitar in her backup music by someone who obviously never had a guitar lesson in their life.

Oompa Loompa doompety doo
I've got another puzzle for you
Oompa Luumpa doompedah dee
If you are wise you'll listen to me

Gum chewing's fine when it's once in a while
It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile
But it's repulsive, revolting and wrong
Chewing and chewing all day long
The way that a cow does

Oompa Loompa doompety da
Given good manners you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do

Cassie probably could have died of embarassment at that moment. But it'd been fun.

Re: SING! [1/26]

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela gets up on stage, takes a deep breath, and begins to sing:

Is Bitter there?
I'd rather talk to her than Disappointed
Though she’s not quite as fun as Good and Mad
Better put her on
She can change the game
She can make me say I'm sorry

You throw your hands up in the air and swear you didn't know
You think the world revolves around you but it doesn't so you sit and spin
Baby someone is crazy and it's you

You set the trap
You lie and wait till someone trips the wire
Then you jump out to get your feelings hurt
And you act surprised
How did that get there?
Why does everybody hate me?

We're all familiar with the tragedy of being you
It's hard to show you any sympathy when all you do is beg for pain
Baby someone is crazy and it's you

You're all alone
Well maybe that's because you're so unpleasant
You might consider dialing back a bit
Put those claws away
Stop the waterworks
Spend a couple evenings sober

The world's against you, so you think or maybe wish it was
At least that way someone would care but baby no one does, not even you
Baby someone is crazy and it's you

Re: SING! [1/26]

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

Ray went with an older song that had been remade into something resembling punk. He took hold of the microphone, tried not to look like a damn deer in the headlights and started singing.

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home

But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy?
Remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But babe, when I get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but-

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of summer have gone

He even added in some foot tapping and head bopping this time around, albeit stiff and somewhat out of the rhythm.

[Boys of Summer originally by Don Henley and remade by The Ataris

Re: SING! [1/26]

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly jumped up onto the stage and really got into her song.

I'm a punk rock prom queen
Brown paper magazine
Hotter than you've ever seen
Everywhere and in between
I'm a ten ticket thrill ride
Don't you wanna come inside?
A five star triple threat
Hardest of the hard to get
No one's little red corvette
Ain't seen nothing little yet

It's been 6 whole hours
And 5 long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words
Were way too late
'Cause you can't see that I'm the one

I'm your late night head rush
Ace high royal flush
Red velvet orange crush
You just don't impress me much
A glossy, double cover spread
Opened up inside your head
A black cherry paradise
Half the sugar, twice the spice
I don't wanna treat you nice
Come on baby roll the dice!

It's been 6 whole hours
And 5 long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words
Were way too late
Can't you see that I'm the one?

It took 6 whole hours
And 5 long days
For all your lies to come undone
And those three small words
Were way too late
Cause you can't see that I'm the one

Re: SING! [1/26]

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec really had no excuse, except perhaps for having absolutely no clue what "bubblegum punk" meant.

Baby, can’t you see
I’m calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m fallin’

There’s no escape
I can’t wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it

Too high
Can’t come down
Losing my head
Spinning ‘round and ‘round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

It’s getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly
It’s taking over me

Too high
Can’t come down
It’s in the air
And it’s all around
Can you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic

Don't you know that you're toxic

With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic

Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now

Talk to Lorne!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

He can be chatty...

Re: Talk to Lorne!

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley waited until the performances were done and class was over before coming up to Lorne. "I think we need to talk."

OOC: [1/26]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

For the post is over. Rejoice.

Re: OOC: [1/26]

[notajar]

*promises Door will not use her disturbing power of incredibly piercing screams in every class, OMG*