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 Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 3:24 pm
Here's my thread for the music game. Enjoy.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:01 am
Buckethead - Binge & Grab
'cause I get a fun mental image when I hear this song. Zel works hard all day, bored out of his mind when his boss comes in and chews him out. Thus encouraging him to drink what he's been working on and go on a vicious mutated rampage, first through the lab, then through the city.
For Hokey Mask Zel fashion, when his eye bleeding outfits were only matched by the horrors he produced in the GC labs.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 9:48 pm
For a little irony...
ZZ Top: Sharp Dressed Man
Clean shirt, new shoes
and I don't know where I am goin' to.
Silk suit,black tie,
I don't need a reason why.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain' missin'not a single thing.
And cufflinks, stick pin
when I step out I'm gonna do you in.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don't worry coz my wallet's fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
lookin' sharp and lookin' for love.
They come runnin' just as fast as they can
coz' every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:24 pm
This, to me, screams Zely. xd I think it's because it has the perfect hair verse and the small roleplay/adventure description in the beginning.
Perfect Hair - Dangerdoom
Perfect hair, to the second power of forever
Ask him do he need it? Hells yeah, now or never
On a mission with friends of fair weather
Sooner the better, off to Mt. Tuna, wear your leather prepared sweater
And watch out for Catman my brothers
He keep his strand slicked back like Scatman Caruthers
A balding boy, sound like Janeane Garofalo
Fiend for a sloppy fro, who seen the evil Coiffio?
Not me yo, I'm leavin, I'm gone
Even if him got them bomb weavin Kalikelon
No more or less stress than your old boss
The tears burn your eyes less than fresh S-curls sores
And Brenda, the best girl lost
Uncle grandfather bare chest was pearl gloss
Earl tossed, there goes a whole tray of hamburgers
Villain 'til they old and grey like olden day scamworkers
Circa one nine seventy-one
On the mic machine it seems his work will never be done
He seeks the ninth level of power
But weak geek might freak it in another hour
or so, they call the fool retarded hair guy
In school you could spot it when he nodded "Here, why?"
I think his true name was Gerald
The toupee, the male pattern anime herald
A good laugh like the walk to the bank
not the plank, talk to the hand and the hot frank dog
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 11:49 am
Reminds me of Zely for some reason... sweatdrop
Weezer - In the Garage
I've got the Dungeon Master's Guide.
I've got a 12-sided die.
I've got Kitty Pryde
And Nightcrawler too
Waiting there for me.
Yes I do, I do.
I've got posters on the wall,
My favorite rock group, KISS.
I've got Ace Frehley.
I've got Peter Criss
Waiting there for me.
Yes I do, I do
[chorus]
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one cares about my ways.
In the garage where I belong.
No one hears me sing this song.
In the garage.
I've got an electric guitar.
I play my stupid songs.
I write these stupid words
And I love every one
Waiting there for me.
Yes I do, I do.
In the garage. Neaarrah!
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one laughs about my ways.
In the garage where I belong.
No one hears me (x4)
No one hears me sing this song.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 11:58 am
Don't..even ask why. sweatdrop
David Bowie -- Fashion
There's a brand new dance
but I don't know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
It's big and it's bland
full of tension and fear
They do it over there
but we don't do it here
Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
There's a brand new talk,
but it's not very clear
Oh bop
That people from good homes are talking this year
Oh bop, fashion
It's loud and tasteless and I've heard it before
Oh bop
You shout it while you're dancing on the ole dance floor
Oh bop, fashion
Fashion! Turn to the left
Fashion! Right
Fashion!
We are the goon squad and we're coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - don't listen to me
Talk to me - don't talk to me
Dance with me - don't dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2007 10:17 pm
Doctor Online by Zeromancer
(Beep)(Beep)(Beep)(Beep)
You have a new message.
1-800-SUICIDE
1-800-SUICIDE
Do you want to die?(x7)
It´s the beginning of the end
You want things to go faster
It´s the beginning of the end
Now everything´s too slow for you
It´s the beginning of the end
You are one step closer
It´s the beginning of the end
Say Amen
Is the beginning of the end
You know nothing last forever
A beginning of a trend
You need someone there to care for you
Is the beginning of the end
I don´t think you understand
Just a beginning of a flatline
Together
1-800-SUICIDE
Or maybe Doctor Online could help you die
You need wings fo fly
You need someone
To take your place
When you are gone
1-800-SUICIDE
Or maybe Doctor Online could help you die
You need wings fo fly
You need someone
To take your place
When you are gone
Thank you for calling 1-800-SUICIDE
If you wish to self terminate by electric shock, press 1.
For termination by overdose, press 2.
If you would like to make a reservation to visit our drowning pool, please press 3.
For termination by hanging, please press 4.
For death by self Inflicted gunshot, press 5.
To speak to a representative, stay on the line.
If you do not wish to die, please hang up now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2007 6:16 pm
Aquabats - Fashion Zombies
See them creep out to nightlife
You see them walk the streets
These children of the undead look dressed for the endless Halloweens
and this horror like production,
takes total dedication
of black clothes and pale complexions
Rock jet black hair to match their makeup
And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries
Zombie fashions—
They must have been born that way
So can you hear me?
Can you get hip to what I'm saying?
These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
So lock those doors and windows
They crawl the malls to shop
For tight black jeans and spiky belts
and scissors for the Zelda cut
and there is no explanation
These creatures are just victims
Dressed in expensive fashions
To look like they crawled out of coffins
And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries
Zombie fashions—
They must have been born that way
So can you hear me?
Can you get hip to what I'm saying?
These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To accessorize their black zipper hood
and monster children with monster faces
Are looking for love in all the wrong places
And who can blame them?
They walk through asphalt cemeteries
Zombie fashions—
They must have been born that way
So can you hear me?
Can you get hip to what I'm saying?
These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
So can you hear me?
Can you get hip to what I'm saying?
These fashion zombies don’t walk this world alone
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