fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
Doesn't everybody have one?

All Along The Watchtower -- Bob Dylan
Only Ashes -- Something Corporate
Bad Moon Rising -- Creedence Clearwater Revival
Eve Of Destruction -- Barry Mcguire
The End's Not Near -- Band of Horses
London Calling -- The Clash
Till My Days Are Through -- Sanders Bohlke
For Whom The Bell Tolls -- Metallica
Fire On The Mountain -- Asa
Didn't It Rain -- Jim Byrnes
How Far We've Come -- Matchbox 20
End Of The World -- Armor for Sleep
It Ends Tonight -- All American Rejects
Santa Monica -- Everclear
Letters From The Sky -- Civil Twilight
Silent Spring -- Blackbird Raum
Everything Goes To Hell -- Tom Waits
It's All Over But The Crying -- Garbage
The Man Comes Around -- Johnny Cash
2525 -- Zager and Evans
Goodnight Saigon -- Billy Joel
One Last Breath -- Creed
Who Will Save Your Soul -- Jewel
Handlebars -- Flobot
Crossfire -- Brandon Flowers
Counting -- Me
I Will Follow You Into The Dark -- Death Cab For Cutie
O Fortuna -- Carl Orff
All Along The Watchtower -- Jimi Hendrix

Not included because Stupid iTunes is stupid and won't let me download a song without downloading Stupid iTunes. I mean, Amazon desperately wants me to download their player, but they let me buy songs without doing so. Do you want my money or not, iTunes?: Till The World Ends -- Jimmy Wong
fuzzybluemonkeys: Meg living in captivity. (one girl revolution)
or, Why Katy Perry Annoys The Crap Out Of Me

Katy Perry singing her song, "Firework":



People with actual talent (The Backbeats from NBC's The Sing-Off) singing Katy Perry's song, "Firework":

fuzzybluemonkeys: (highway)
Woke this morning dull and dusty,
But I will still lead you home,
Though my soul is old and rusty,
I will still lead you home.

You could brake my heart tomorrow,
And I would still lead you home,
Through all happiness and sorrow,
I will still lead you home.

Though our lives have been in danger,
As we saved those lonely strangers,
We will always know each other,
And I will always lead you home.

When the day gets dark and dreary,
I will still lead you home,
When the night has left you weary,
I will still lead you home.

As the shadows are encroaching,
And the end of life's approaching,
We will still be together,
And I will still lead you home.

We will always be together,
And I will always lead you home.


The mp3. Yes, that's Bootsie running amok towards the end (a confluence of decent vocals and no cat noise has not been forthcoming).
fuzzybluemonkeys: What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad (42)
I quoted this elsewhere, so I figured I'd put it here, too:

"Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their own song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their songs instead."

From Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys (p. 189)
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The diamond may be my birth stone, but I'm still not inclined to give a royal drenn about them (other than the laser aspect because: lasers!)(not to mention the depressing "people died for those" aspect). Zombies, on the other (potentially evil) hand, are awesome.
So, yeah, I wasn't overly familiar with the song when my sister gives me the phrase "Zombies Are A Girl's Best Friend" courtesy of Skip cutting out something from a magazine or something. And the only line (melodically) that I really knew was that one, so I immediately started singing it that way. Then I had to learn the rest of the song. And fix the rest of the lyrics. But I am finally finished.

Zombies!

Crass Materialism!

There are many kinds of dead.
Some delight in drinking blood.
But I prefer a man who trips
And drips all sorts of crud.

A bite on the neck
May be quite interdental,
But zombies are a girl's best friend.

A chainsaw for a hand
Can be quite instrumental
When a missing head
Will save you from the Evil Dead.

Corpses grow cold
As they grow old,
And we all decompose in the end.

But shuffling and stumbling,
The best ones are crumbling.
Zombies are a girl's best friend.

Raimi's!
Braaaains!
Ving Rhames!
Bruce Campbell!
Talk to me George Romero.
Tell me all about it!

There may come a time
When a full moon is shining,
But zombies are a girl's best friend.

There may come a time
When you find yourself pining
For a werewolf pet,
But you'll be likely to regret.

He's got pull
When moons are full,
But all phases must come to an end.

And hey, if you're rotting
There's no time for plotting.
Zombies are a girl's best friend.

I've heard of affairs
That are strictly demonic,
But zombies are a girl's best friend.

There may be a cure
In a potion or tonic
Or light of sun
But if it's fleeting where's the fun?

Time rolls on,
And life is gone,
And rigor mortis won't let you bend.

But stiff back
Or stiff knees,
So long as he's dead, please.

Zombies! Zombies!
I don't mean diamonds!
But zombies are a girl's best friend.
The French are glad to die for love.
They delight in fighting duels.
But I prefer a man who lives
And gives expensive jewels.

A kiss on the hand
May be quite continental,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.

A kiss may be grand
But it won't pay the rental
On your humble flat
Or help you at the automat.

Men grow cold
As girls grow old,
And we all lose our charms in the end.

But square-cut or pear-shaped,
These rocks don't loose their shape.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

Tiffany's!
Cartier!
Black Starr!
Frost Gorham!
Talk to me Harry Winston.
Tell me all about it!

There may come a time
When a lass needs a lawyer,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.

There may come a time
When a hard-boiled employer
Thinks you're awful nice,
But get that ice or else no dice.

He's your guy
When stocks are high,
But beware when they start to descend.

It's then that those louses
Go back to their spouses.
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.

I've heard of affairs
That are strictly platonic,
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.

And I think affairs
That you must keep liaisonic
Are better bets
If little pets get big baguettes.

Time rolls on,
And youth is gone,
And you can't straighten up when you bend.

But stiff back
Or stiff knees,
You stand straight at Tiffany's.

Diamonds! Diamonds!
I don't mean rhinestones!
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.




































































Marilyn Monroe singing about crass materialism: Words by Jule Styne and music by Leo Robin
Me singing about zombies: Words by me (with help from Shal) and music by Leo Robin except I did it a capella cuz I don't have Archie tech. (And I skipped the talky part cuz it sounds really stupid when I do it.)

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