Music is Love: [2/2] - Period 3

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

There's a flash of light and the stage is alive with the Music is Love theme song. Lorne dashes onto the stage with a grin on his face and most likely a song in his heart.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome once again to MUSIC IS LOVE!" Lorne said bowing to the canned applause. "I know you all are on pins and needles today just wondering who oh who could those mystery judges be! You must be on the edge of your seat! I'm so excited I just might squeal in girlish glory when they walk out."

"Ladies! Gentlemen! Children of all ages... Your judges are:"

Lorne waited for a suspenseful moment.

And then another.

And then another two or three moments.

He takes a deep breath...

And lets it out.

Then a drumroll starts.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you... DARTH VADER AND ARTIE! THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD!"

Somebody must have cranked up the applause volume because it is quite loud.

Not quite as loud as the judges' personal theme music which appears to be a musical selection from Space Battles accompanied by a slide whistle, arm pit farting sounds and a kazoo.

Lorne smiles as he heads towards the judges table. "Our theme this week is Heroes and Villains. Let's see what our students have selected as their songs this week."

[wait for OCD is Up!]

Comments

Sign in: [2/2]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

With the name of your favorite hero. Or villain.

Re: Sign in: [2/2]

[wannabehunter]

Bitter Woman

Re: Sign in: [2/2]

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

Kang the Conqueror.

JUDGES!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"Judges? Please introduce yourself to the people at home and in the studio. And if you'd like to sing a song to start things off? Please... be my guest."

Re: JUDGES!

[superartie]

The middle aged man in thick glasses and red and blue pajamas bounced and pranced and posed about on the stage to the music.

"Greetings, my little musical vikings! It is I! Artie! The Strongest Man . . ." and what seems to be almost a dance break, here, as he grunts and hoots to himself, bouncing about and posing some more, before stopping, arms held triumphantly in a muscle-man pose. ". . . in the woooooorld!"

Then he stood almost normally, hands folded in front of him as he graciously and bashfully accepted the applause. Whether there was any or not. There may of been mutters of "Hush now, you make me blush" as he fixed his glasses and shuffled his feet and acted like an embarrassed little boy before finally taking his seat at the judges table.

Re: JUDGES!

[sith_happened]

Vader stared at Lorne for a long moment, then at Artie, then muttered something not quite under his breath about killing everyone and hiding the evidence.

"I don't sing," he growled, then flounced stomped walked to his seat to plot the deaths of give detention to listen to the students.

Sing! [2/2]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

"C'mon kids. Bust a gut for us!"

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[robotboyfetish.livejournal.com]

Cassie? Choose a really emo song about a dead superhero? Why of course!

She cleared her throat and sang.

Tarzan wasn't a ladies' man
He'd just come along and scoop 'em up under his arm
Like that, quick as a cat in the jungle
But Mark Dent now there was a real gent
He would not be caught sittin' around in no
Junglescape, dumb as an ape doing nothing

Ultraguy never made any money
For saving the world from Solomon Grundy
And sometimes I despair the world will never see
Another man like him

Hey Bob, Ult had a straight job
Even though he could have smashed through any bank
In the United States, he had the strength, but he would not
Folks said his family were all dead
Their planet crumbled but Ultraguy, he forced himself
To carry on, forget Lypton, and keep going

Tarzan was king of the jungle and Lord over all the apes
But he could hardly string together four words: "I Tarzan, You Jane. "

Sometimes when Ult was stopping crimes
I'll bet that he was tempted to just quit and turn his back
On man, join Tarzan in the forest
But he stayed in the city, and kept on changing clothes
In dirty old phonebooths till his work was through
And nothing to do but go on home

She sniffed a bit, having gotten teary eyed.

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi was currently flailing. She had no desire to miss class even though she was rather transparent. Still she got up and sang anyway doing her best to try and keep calm as she sang.

May the 7th, 1851
Day of days for Bridgeport’s favorite son
Living whales he sent to Hades
Likewise Swedish singing ladies
And the local clockworks he will run
Gone those wooly schemes that filled his head
Farewell Kelly green and cherry red
No more, step right up and see him
Barnum’s closed his last museum
And he’s gonna live his life instead

Black and white
The future’s rosy living black and white
Keep both feet on the ground
Don’t let those day dreams spin you around
See things the way they are
You’re gonna tumble if you fly too far
Stay low and hold on tight
Living black and white

He could run the clockworks Barnum found
In two months he’d run it in the ground
Purchased then 500 shovels
Said men mustn’t live in huddles
And a new utopia I will found
Planed a very modern model town
Elevated roads to stroll around
Grew so high it made you groggy
Built on land a trifle soggy
So as it rose up it started down

Black and white
He built a city that was black and white
It took no end of spunk
And looked quite splendid as it sunk
Here comes another lurch
There goes the depot and the Baptist church
As place slipped out of sight
They were black and white
So long, ta ta goodnight
Bye bye black and white
Oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh
Oh yeah

Heard about your city what a shame
But the truth is politics’ your game
Kissing babies making speeches
Posing with the local beeches
Fun, respect, nobility and fame

You could be an alder man, no wait
Congressman I mean U.S not state (mayor)
Oh no that’s easy pickin’s (senator)
Oh what the dickens
Why not hang a presidential slate

Black and white
He’s playing politics in black and white
Cold truth and good hard facts
Give all that razzmatazz the axe
No bunting in the streets
You’ll talk of budget cuts and ballot sheets
Statistics day and night
Running black and white

Black and white
He’s had his fill of living black and white
So long ta ta good night
Bye bye bye bye black and
White!!

[song is Black and White from the musical Barnum]

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[otherside-miley.livejournal.com]

Miley stalked out to the stage dressed in dark colors. She had actually found a song that sounded good if she used a low scratchy voice.

When the Devil is too busy
And Death's a bit too much
They call on me by name you see,
For my special touch.
To the Gentlemen I'm Miss Fortune
To the Ladies I'm Sir Prize
But call me by any name
Any way it's all the same

I'm the fly in your soup
I'm the pebble in your shoe
I'm the pea beneath your bed
I'm a bump on every head
I'm the peel on which you slip
I'm a pin in every hip
I'm the thorn in your side
Makes you wriggle and writhe
And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

While there's children to make sad
While there's candy to be had
while there's pockets left to pick
While there's grannies to trip down the stairs
I'll be there, I'll be waiting round the corner
It's a game. I'm glad I'm in it
'Cause there's one born every minute

I pledge my allegiance, to all things dark
And I promise on my damned soul
To do as I am told, Lord Beelxebub
Has never seen a soldier quite like me
Not only does his job, but does it happily.

I'm the fear that keeps you awake
I'm the shadows on the wall
I'm the monsters they become
I'm the nightmare in your skull
I'm a dagger in your back
An extra turn on the rack
I'm the quivering of your heart
A stabbing pain, a sudden start.

And it's so easy when you're evil
This is the life, you see
The Devil tips his hat to me
I do it all because I'm evil
And I do it all for free
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[chasingangela]

Angela had been in a little bit of a Tori Amos mood lately.

A Bouvier till her wedding day
Shots rang out
The police came
Mama laid me on the front lawn
And prayed for Jackie's strength
Feeling old by 21
Never thought my day would come
My bridesmaids getting laid
I pray for Jackie's strength

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
What black magic can do
Make me laugh
Say you know you can trun
Me into the real thing
So I show you some more
And I learn

Stickers licked on lunch boxes
Worshipping David Cassidy
Yeah I mooned him once
On Donna's box
She's still in recovery
Sleep-overs Beene's got some pot
You're only popular with anorexia
So I turn myself inside out
In hope someone will see

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
What black magic can do
Make me laugh
Say you know you can trun
Me into the real thing
So I show you some more
And I learn

I got lost on my wedding day
Typical the police came
But virgins always get backstage
No matter what they've got to say
If you love enough you'll lie a lot
Guess they did in camelot
Mama's waiting on my front lawn
I pray
I pray
I pray
For Jackie's strength

Make me laugh
Say you know what you want
You said we were the real thing
So I show you some more and I learn
Jackie's strength

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[wannabehunter]

"I've got a song once sung the woman who played Lioness on Bitterwoman,"
Jo said. "I Wanna Be Evil."

I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap,
I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope
My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender
But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender

I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer,
And I'm the person to whom they say, "Your sweet, My Dear."
The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass,
And the closest I've been to a bar, is at ballet class.

Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased,
I'm tired of being pure and not chased.
Like something that seeks it's level
I wanna go to the devil.

Refrain
I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks
I wanna be evil, and cheat at jacks
I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies
I wanna be mean, and throw mud pies

I want to wake up in the morning
with that dark brown taste
I want to see some dissipation in my face
I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad
But more that that I wanna be bad

I wanna be evil, and trump an ace,
Just to see my partner's face.
I wanna be nasty, I wanna be cruel
I wanna be daring, I wanna shoot pool

And in the theatre
I want to change my seat
Just so I can step on
Everybody's feet

I wanna be evil, I wanna hurt flies
I wanna sing songs like the guy who cries
I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze
And whatever I've got I'm eager to lose

I wanna be evil, little evil me
Just as mean and evil as I can be

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[absolutesnark]

Summer stood on the stage and started singing. She figured this was a good choice for the villain theme.

I've been a bad bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can
Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and I want to
Suffer for my sins
I've come to you 'cause I need
Guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds
Before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence
At hand
But I keep livin' this day like
The next will never come

Oh help me but don't tell me
To deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these lies till I'm good
Enough for him
I've got a lot to lose and I'm
Bettin' high
So I'm beggin' you before it ends
Just tell me where to begin

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say
The devil wants to know

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against

Because he's all I ever knew of love

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[southernbender.livejournal.com]

It was probably better not to ask where Katara learned this particular song. But she sang it with enthusiasm and hand gestures. And she had a big bell.

Little Bunny Foo Foo CLANG!
Hoppin' through the forest CLANG!
Scoopin' up the field mice CLANG!
And boppin' 'em on the head! CLANG!

Down came the Good Fairy came and she said:
'Little Bunny Foo Foo
I don't wanna see you
Scoopin' up the field mice
And boppin' 'em on the head!
I'll give you 3 more chances,
And then I'm gonna turn you into a goon!

Little Bunny Foo Foo CLANG!
Hoppin' through the forest CLANG!
Scoopin' up the field mice CLANG!
And boppin' 'em on the head! CLANG!


She bowed, apparently exceedingly pleased with her song.

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

Carmela wasn't invisible or nearly invisible, in fact she was practically bouncing as she got up on stage.

Welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain
I hope that you’ve enjoyed your stay so far
I see you’ve met my assistant Scarface
His appearance is quite disturbing
But I assure you he’s harmless enough
He’s a sweetheart, calls me master
And he has a way of finding pretty things and bringing them to me

I’m so into you
But I’m way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I’m crazy
I’m not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn’t kill you yet

I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you
But I get the feeling that you don’t like it
What’s with all the screaming?
You like monkeys, you like ponies
Maybe you don’t like monsters so much
Maybe I used too many monkeys
Isn’t it enough to know that I ruined a pony making a gift for you?

I’m so into you
But I’m way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I’m crazy
I’m not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn’t kill you yet

Picture the two of us alone inside my golden submarine
While up above the waves my doomsday squad ignites the atmosphere
And all the fools who live their foolish lives may find it quite explosive
But it won’t mean half as much to me if I don’t have you here

You know it isn’t easy living here on Skullcrusher Mountain
Maybe you could cut me just a little slack
Would it kill you to be civil?
I’ve been patient, I’ve been gracious
And this mountain is covered with wolves
Hear them howling, my hungry children
Maybe you should stay and have another drink and think about me and you

I’m so into you
But I’m way too smart for you
Even my henchmen think I’m crazy
I’m not surprised that you agree
If you could find some way to be
A little bit less afraid of me
You’d see the voices that control me from inside my head
Say I shouldn’t kill you yet
I shouldn’t kill you yet
I shouldn’t kill you yet

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[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

When Ray picked his song, he must've been high or blind or something.

Body...wanna feel my body?
Body...such a thrill my body
Body...wanna touch my body?
Body...it's too much my body
Check it out my body, body.
Don't you doubt my body, body.
Talkin' bout my body, body,
Check it out my body

Every man wants to be a macho macho man
to have the kind of body, always in demand
Jogging in the mornings, go man go
works out in the health spa, muscles glow
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
ready to get down with, anyone he can

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man (macho man)
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! Ow....

Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)
I've got to be a macho!

You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk
his western shirts and leather, always look so boss
Funky with his body, he's a king
call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains
You can best believe that, he's a macho man
likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand

Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I've got to be, a macho man
Macho, macho man
I've got to be a macho! (all right)


And he ran off stage.

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly was a lot less animated as she sang today. She was also kind of see through. She didn't touch the mic at all because she wanted to concentrate on her singing and not worry about dropping it if she forgot to think about holding it. In fact, Molly sang with her eyes closed today, not really wanting to think about anything else but singing right now.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a really strong guy who can fly to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

[[Molly is singing the Frou Frou version as opposed to the original Bonnie Tyler version.]]

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

This week Dean hadn't found it difficult at all to pick a song.

Putting on a cocky grin, Dean sang:

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, whats my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, whats my name
I tell you one time, youre to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Whats me name
Tell me, baby, whats my name
Tell me, sweetie, whats my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah

Re: Sing! [2/2]

[notajar]

Door's... pretty much barely here. She somehow made it out of bed this morning and remembered where she needed to go, but getting out of the room involved walking through the wall without making a door for herself, and it hasn't got any better from there.

No weight means her lungs barely push air out, so the most she can manage is one small wheeze, and then, well, if you can read lips or minds, you're good to go. Otherwise, there's the almost-transparent outline of a girl standing on stage moving her mouth a lot. Miss Frost would be happy she practiced to get the mouth parts perfect, Door supposes.

Deep within the city where it's never really dark
A woman's walking home alone - a simple legal clerk
She clutches tight her briefcase - ah! What was that dreadful sound?
They're keeping to the shadows but she knows that they're around;

The hunger and the craving
No mortal can deny
She knows the fridge is empty
She throws her head back, drops her keys and cries:

Cream Cake Girl!
I need your help, where are you now?
Cream Cake Girl!
I need some cake, and you know how:
Butter sugar eggs and flour
Gas Mark 5 for half an hour
She's got Profiterole Power! -
Has Cream Cake Girl!

In a quiet suburb where the river's not too far
An artist and a scholar carries books in from the car
She's up late writing essays and she knows her subject well
But she's heard something that scares her and she's not sure who to tell;

It sounded like her stomach
It caught her by surprise
It's way too late for dinner
So she shuts the book, puts down the pen and cries:

Cream Cake Girl!
I need your help, where are you now?
Cream Cake Girl!
I need some cake, and you know how:
Butter sugar eggs and flour
Gas Mark 5 for half an hour
She's got Profiterole Power! -
Has Cream Cake Girl!



Door wonders idly -- well, dizzily -- if Cream Cake Girl could do something about this whole insubstantiality problem, but she suspects the cream cakes would just fall through her to the floor. :-(

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[thebluespirit.livejournal.com]

Stupid water tribe performing songs and making him have to perform. At least it was a good song to channel his annoyance in to. Not that he sang it well.

Everytime we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that i get
But i haven't missed you yet
Every room-mate kept awake
By every silent scream we make
All the feelings that i get
But i still don't miss you yet

Only when i stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do i love you
I hate everything about you
Why do i love you

Everytime we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that i get
But i still don't miss you yet

Only when i stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do i love you
I hate everything about you
Why do i love you

Only when i stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know

I hate everything about you
Why do i love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

I hate everything about you
Why do you love me

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[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec stepped up to sing, not giving himself an introduction beforehand, though he seemed awfully heartfelt about it.

I am so high, I can hear heaven.
I am so high, I can hear heaven.
Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Someone told me that love would all save us.
But how can that be?
Look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling, that world never came.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Now that the world isn't ending, it's love that I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero, that's why I fear it won't do.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.
And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.
And they're watching us (Watching us)
They're watching us (watching us) as we all fly away.

Talk to Lorne!

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Because he's here!

OOC: [2/2]

[karaoke-lizard.livejournal.com]

Oh Artie! We've missed you so!

Re: OOC: [2/2]

[superartie]

And he has missed you all! *gets up to dance around and bounce and go EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! some more*

Re: OOC: [2/2]

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

*flails* to Miley's mun from singing Voltaire! I loves you!