Test 1, 2, 3.

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

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).

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.)