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ways_back_room2004-08-21 02:18 pm
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Made this up with Anthy-mun.
Verse 1:
Good old Milliways, brings it to town every time
And carries us aaaaa-long the merry space-time continuminunthingeee...
Background singers: NO THERE IS NO SPACE-TIME CONTINUNUMUMUMUMUM
It waaarps space and time, it's a merry old bar
It's Milliways, it's the crack, it's the brains, an' they're all ins-aaaane
Background singers: we're pinky, we're pinky and the crack insane braaaains!
And we think we're done, but o no!
Eternal happy hour, we're the Milliways crowd,
and we're on crack, the crack, the crack o' Milliways!
Verse 2:
We got demons an' we got flamin' swords,
We got angels and we got apple martinis...
We have a lady of Death, but mind, she's off-duuuty...
Background singers: And curry!
We got Anthy and we got switchin' hot curry,
There's angels from everywhere and they're angels from everytime,
And they haves that Atlantean...
Verse 3:
Dead crack rats man the bar, and we got the good ol' Phantom singin' along...
We got the crack,
we got the brains,
Background singers: SPICY BRAINS!
we got dead princesses from far-off Troy...
We got the hot, we got the fiends, we got the angels, but yeah, we got the -
we got the -
Verse 4:
We got the barbie and the 'my little ponyeee!'
an' we body-switched the turtle an' 'is name is Raph...
There's the Endless, of whom mortals shake an' fear...
Look along, me fiend, and tell me what ya see!
Yer see old gunslinger in dis town, whackin' time wi' a duke from hell...
And then come, come and shee out yer back o' beyond
An' look, an' look quick, for the goat pimpin' ish in town...
Nah, we haven't finished. and we ain't got no chorus either. call it a draft.
Verse 1:
Good old Milliways, brings it to town every time
And carries us aaaaa-long the merry space-time continuminunthingeee...
Background singers: NO THERE IS NO SPACE-TIME CONTINUNUMUMUMUMUM
It waaarps space and time, it's a merry old bar
It's Milliways, it's the crack, it's the brains, an' they're all ins-aaaane
Background singers: we're pinky, we're pinky and the crack insane braaaains!
And we think we're done, but o no!
Eternal happy hour, we're the Milliways crowd,
and we're on crack, the crack, the crack o' Milliways!
Verse 2:
We got demons an' we got flamin' swords,
We got angels and we got apple martinis...
We have a lady of Death, but mind, she's off-duuuty...
Background singers: And curry!
We got Anthy and we got switchin' hot curry,
There's angels from everywhere and they're angels from everytime,
And they haves that Atlantean...
Verse 3:
Dead crack rats man the bar, and we got the good ol' Phantom singin' along...
We got the crack,
we got the brains,
Background singers: SPICY BRAINS!
we got dead princesses from far-off Troy...
We got the hot, we got the fiends, we got the angels, but yeah, we got the -
we got the -
Verse 4:
We got the barbie and the 'my little ponyeee!'
an' we body-switched the turtle an' 'is name is Raph...
There's the Endless, of whom mortals shake an' fear...
Look along, me fiend, and tell me what ya see!
Yer see old gunslinger in dis town, whackin' time wi' a duke from hell...
And then come, come and shee out yer back o' beyond
An' look, an' look quick, for the goat pimpin' ish in town...
Nah, we haven't finished. and we ain't got no chorus either. call it a draft.

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Maybe, maybe not. Seems easier to say, though.
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Any other suggestions?
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I dunno 'bout a soundtrack. Someone's gotta sing it, and it not gonna be me. And hell yeah, it'll be long. Longer than the friggin' Nile. We'll run outta steam an' creativiky 'alfway through, ay'd say, 'cept I don't wanna disappoint that pink pretty 'eart o' yourn.
It don't wanna be the longest or the best. It wanna be lyricked an' I'm thinking it ain't jest a song, 'tis a musickal. 'Milliways Musical', seems like.
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*facepalms at own really bad accent*
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'Milliways : The Musical' 'ould hafta be a be a long an' 'ard processh, say, 'cause we ain't worthay o' the hon'r ta do it - say, that daredevil womin wot does Crawley, yer, she'd be worthay o' ter task. Not der 'umble Libber-mun wot says 'Ook' all der time.
Since yer so enthus-ias-tick like, yew wanna 'elp wi' the friggen chorus?
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I'm trying to parody every accent all at once. I do not seem to be very successful.
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I want musical. Want now.
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Yew wanna now, yew gotta wait. We gotta do it first, see? 'Course, if yew wanna 'elp, 'twould be much 'precitated. Yar.
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What, 'off the top of our heads'? :P