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The Barrow Downs Musical.
Expanding on an idea that I had on the "101 things the B-Downers never post" thread, here is a thread that I have not seen so will begin. (If one exists I do apologise.)
So basically, post your own Insane Poems and songs that might be sung in the Barrow Downs musical called; "Living on the Downs". The Poster for which is here The songs don't even have to make sense. For example here is the opening song in the tune of the "Camelot" song from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"... *********************** The opening song; (sung by all downers) We're Wights of the Round Table. We dance whenever able. We do routines and chorus scenes With rotting corpses and lots of beans We dine well here in Cardolan. With Firefoot and the saucepan-man. [dancing by Firefoot and saucepan-man ] We're Wights of the Round Table. Our shows are formidable, But many times we're given rhymes That are quite unsingable. We're opera mad in Cardolan We sing from the diaphragm when we can. [tap-dancing by The Barrow Wight] In war we're tough and able, Quite indefatigable. Between our quests we sequin vests and impersonate Clark Gable. It's a busy life on the Downs. We live under the mounds ******************************* So enjoy your own minstrelsy. |
Sung to the temp of pure imagination from Wonka
Come with me and youll be on a forum of pure speculation take a look and youll see lots of quotes that are free If you want test yourself Simply go the Quizes If want to Discuss Stuff go to the book buffs There is no place i know to comare with Mithy Forums you willl laugh if you trully wish to laugh |
Very Amusing Morsul!
************************* (To the tune of Food, glorious food form Oliver) (Sung by the Newly deceased) Death, glorious Death! Cold graves and Barrows! While we have cold Breath! Cold steel and arrows! Rot, green skin, rigamortis. What next is the question. Life's not something we miss Coz there’s no Indigestion! Death, glorious Death! We're anxious to try it. Three exsiccations a day-- everybody’s dying! Just picture a great big hand -- Green, long and clawing Oh, Death, Wonderful Death, Marvellous Death, Glorious DEATH! Followed by; ****************************** (To the tune of the Black Adder thme) (Sung by the darker Downers, such as Morsul the Dark ect) The sound of hoof beats 'cross the glade. Good folk, lock up your son and daughter. Beware the deadly flashing blade, Unless you want to end up shorter. Black Riders, Black Riders. Ride their pitch black steeds. Black Riders, Black Riders. They’re very bad indeed. Black. Their gloves of finest mole. Black. Their codpiece made of metal. Their horses are blacker than a hole. Their pot is blacker than their kettle. Black Riders, Black Riders. With many an cunning plan. Black Riders, Black Riders. You horrid little men! |
" Search through the index" to be sung to the tune of "Climb evr'y mountain from "The Sound of Music" by a moderator to postulant ahem newbie downers prior to their posting their first topic...... :cool:
...................................... Search through the index Check high and low Follow ev'ry thread and Everylink you know Search through the index Read ev'ry ream Follow ev'ry reference 'Till you find your theme A theme that will take All the time you can give Everyday of your life For as long as you live Search through the index Read ev'ry ream Follow ev'ry reference 'Till you find your theme A theme that will take All the time you can give Everyday of your life For as long as you live Search through the index Read ev'ry ream Follow ev'ry reference 'Till you find your theme |
The Wight of the Opera Main Theme:
Chorus of BD-ers: Start once again with me A Tolkien debate, Our Downsalholism grows stronger yet. And though you're logging off The Barrow Downs, The Wight of the Opera is here, Inside your mounds. That's all I could come up with... :( |
The Barrows
This is getting cool!
****************** "The Barrows" to the tune of "Tomorow" from "Annie" (Sung by many Downers who have high voices [which is quite difficult when dead]) The Dead will rise up, on the Barrows. Bet your bottom coin That on the Barrows There will be discussions. Just thinkin' about The Barrows Makes there ever more cobwebs, Yet little sorrow On the forums of delight! The Dead will rise up, on the Barrows. So ya gotta hang on To the Barrows Come what may The Barrows! The Barrows I love ya The Barrows! You're always Full of... Graves! ********************** Followed by applause form the audience who are in tears. ;) |
Those are pretty funny. I can't make up songs like that. Although, I could imagine some such as me singing Boromir's riddle to the tune of "The Churches one foundation." It fits quite well.
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Sung to the tune of You're a Good Man Charlie Brown
EVERYONE: You're a good man, Mr. Wight And we know you delight to be dead! Yes it's hard to believe Almost frightening to conceive The delights of the dead. CORPSE: You are smart! EVERYONE Your brains are full of Tolkien's works Eager to discuss them. With a rotten heart You enforce the rules CORPSE: Every single solitary word EVERYONE: Your minions face adversity They strive to fill the ranks Killing those Who adore Tolkien. You're a good man, Mr. Wight Agmar's evil spirit. You dwell within the Downs. Stealing guest's jewels and gowns. Luring them into your green Barrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *collapses* That took more time than I thought it would... |
heres one for Perky Ent sung to Jingle bells
Mirth and Quiz Mirth and Quiz All the questions answered Oh what Fun It is to Guess In Every Single Thread (Works for me to...) |
Evisse the Blue's sig, sung to the tune of "God rest ye merry Gentlemen"
******************* The time has come, the 'Downers said, to talk of many things Of Hobbits, Elves and Oliphaunts, of Palantirs and Rings, Whether the orcs are evil and if balrogs have wings. And If the Balrogs had wings. If they had wings, And If the Balrogs had wings. (Repeat to fade) ******************* I think it works. |
Ok heres a long one
To the tune of Bare naked ladies' "One Week" I call this Downaholic
It's been one week since I posted here Looked at a Quiz and Said I know! Five days since I laughed at Mirth Sayin' Get better come back to pstin' Three days since the movie room I relized I was wrong but couldnt post that Yesterday BarrowWight Forgave me But will still be two days 'till I post my error Holding onto big link does it make you stop think You think your looking like the big Toast I summon quotes to the post Although I like to just know I like the Quotes cuz Theyve never been proved wrong Feel all Elvish when I bust Rhymes like Tolkiens Times Since im all about value Gimli got all the best bits We try to match wits You try to fool me I win anyway Ipostandpostallthetime If youveeverseenthepostthenyoudknow I can not help if I think its funny when youre wrong Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad Im the kinda guy that laughs in the Book Threads Thats as far as I got... The middle is way to hard and there more like that Cant think that quick :rolleyes: Oh well I think what I have is good |
The eerie lights in the already gloomy 'Downs are dimmed. It is time for a heart breaking duet. (to the tune of "Come What May" from the Moulin Rouge)
male: Never knew I would die like this Like I've never seen the death before Want to vanish into the dark Every day I rot more and more Listen to my bones how they bang and creak Telling me to oil them or go to sleep Everything's changed - living to dead But I love you until I'm a Pile o' bones Corpse Chorus: Come what may Leave or say I will love you until my bones are dust! female: Suddenly this mound seems such a cozy place Suddenly I get moldy with such a perfect pace. Suddenly my eternity doesn't seem such a waste I want to haunt around you! And there's no coffin too small No grave stone too tall Howl out this song and I'll be dead by your side Tomb stones may fracture and moss cover them But I love you until I'm a Pile o' bones. Corpse Chorus: Come what may Leave or say I will love you until my bones are dust! |
Yay!
This thread is too amusing; I simply must contribute.
Based on "Welcome" by the Who "Welcome to the Downs!" Come to the Downs Be one of the deceased people. Come to the Downs We're posting all night Never sleeping. Dead dwarf, please come in! And you, Numenorean Little hobbit welcome And you all from Lorien Come to the Downs! Into the Downs. Come to the Downs Be one of us. Make this your barrow Be one of us. You can help To collect some more in Happy dead people Lets get them all in! Come to the Downs! Into the Downs. See that Moderator who's Mod-ing along And all the dead people, so happily gone they're singing this song Go into that thread Bring your yet-living friends Everybody register and post till the world ends! Come to the Downs Be one of the deceased people. Dark lonely Downs Posting all night never sleeping. We need more bandwidth Build an extension A foggy new Downs realm Spare no expense now Come to the Downs Be one of us Come into the Downs Be one of us Come to the Downs Into the Downs Welcome! ------------------------------ And another one, based on the Who's "Tommy's Holiday Camp" "The Barrow-Downs Holiday Camp" Good morning, Downers!!! I'm the Barrow Wight, and I'll welcome you to the Barrow-Downs Holiday Camp The forums with the difference Never mind the weather When you come to the Downs, Obsession reigns forever!!! (bouncy music) The barrow with the difference Never mind the weather When you come to the Downs, You'll be happily dead forever!!! ---------- This is so forking entertaining! |
As both a British citizen and a fan of the Beatles, I felt it my duty to parody them.
*************************************** "Being for the benefit of Mr Wight" to the tune of "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!" from "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" For the benefit of Mr. Wight There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Nazgul kings will all be there Late of Minas morgul Fair what a scene Over men and horses hoops and garters Lastly through a hogshead of real fire! In this way Mr. W. will challenge the world! Mr Wight, with a fate. Performs his feat on Saturday at Helm's gate The Nazgul kings will dance and sing As Mr. wight flys through the ring don't be late Messrs. K and H. assure the public Their production will be second to none And of course Henry The Horse dances the waltz! (Crazu music) The band begins at ten to six When Mr. Wight. performs his tricks without a sound And Mr. H. will demonstrate Ten summersets he'll undertake on solid ground Having been some days in preparation A splendid time is guaranteed for all And tonight Mr. wight is topping the bill ****************************** Keep 'em coming folks! :smokin: |
This is where I come in!
“Living is murder” To the tune of “Carrot juice is murder” by the Arrogant worms.
Listen up corpses and dead things, Come here my desperate tale I speak of our friends of graveyards, Trapped in the dirt like a jail Barrow Wights live in oppression, Sent to sleep by Bombadill This sleeping of Wights is madness, I say we take up the fight Living is only for murderers, Surviving’s a fascist regime Don’t think downers don’t have feelings, just cause the skeletons can’t scream I’ve heard the screams of the Barrow Wights, Watching their skins being peeled Rotting and stinking with no mercy.. How do you think that feels? Autopsies constitute murder. Grave yards, prisons for slaves It’s time to stop all this living. let’s call the Witch king to help. I saw a man living happily, So I beat him black and blue If he ever draws a breath again, I’ll bite him clean in two I’m a political prisoner, Trapped in a windowless grave ’cause I stopped the burning of corpses, By killing five men in a rage I told the judge when he sentenced me, this is my finest hour.. I’d kill those undertakers again, just to make one more barrow Wight I’ve heard the screams of the Barrow Wights, Watching their skins being peeled Rotting and stinking with no mercy.. How do you think that feels? Autopsies constitute murder. Grave yards, prisons for slaves It’s time to stop all this living. let’s call the Witch king to help How much as people do we dare to give Making our children bleed and still live Untie your cremated, uncage your skeletons Let Barrow Wights free, don’t mash that brain! I’ve heard the screams of the Barrow Wights, Watching their skins being peeled Rotting and stinking with no mercy.. How do you think that feels? Autopsies constitute murder. Grave yards, prisons for slaves It’s time to stop all this living. let’s call the Witch king to help Come and help! Come and Help! :smokin: |
Here's yet another Python inspired sing song;
************************** The Meaning of Wight. To the tune of "The Meaning of life" from "Monty python and the meaning of Life." Barrow Wight: Morning! Saucepan man: Morning. Barrow Wight: What's new? Saucepan man: Not much. Fire foot: Morning! BW & SpM: Morning! SpM: Wight was just asking, "what's new?" Fire foot: Nothing. BW: Here look, Underhill's being eaten! SpM & Ff: Is 'e? Bw: Makes you think doesn’t it! SpM: Yea, BW: I mean, what’s it all about? Ff: Beats me. (Song begins) Why are we here, what's Silm all about? Are Elves really real, or is there some doubt? Well tonight, we're going to sort it all out For tonight it's the Meaning of Wight. What's the point of all this hoax? Is it the Dragon and the egg time, Are we just yolks? Or perhaps we're just one of Melko's jokes. Well ça c'est the Meaning of Wight. Is death just a game where we read the forum rules, While we're searching for something to say, Or are we just simply spiralling coils, Of self-replicating DNA? on this site, what is our fate? Is there Mirth and Quiz rooms? Do we always debate? Do Balrogs have wings or is it too late? Well tonight here's the Meaning of Wight. For millions this site is a glad vale of death, Sitting round with nothing to post, While scientists say we're just spiralling coils, Of self-replicating DNA So just why, why are we here? And just what, what, what, what do we fear? Well çe soir, for a change, it will all be made clear, For this is the Meaning of Wight! -c'est la sens de la Wight, This is the Meaning of Wight. **************************** |
Thumbs up on the topic Goomba! Your Python themes aren't too shabby either :D
I have here a short concoction based on Les Miserables: Do you hear the Downers sing Singing the songs of mirthy men They are the songs that even elves can't sing But orcs can squeal on end When the beating of your heart Plays to the beating of the Wight Estelyn, Underhill, and Sharku Will sing this too! |
[size=2]I call this "Crazy Fangirl Turned Sane." The title needs a little work. :p Sing it to the tune of Unforgiven (the first, not second) by Metallica.
(All the members) New blood joins The 'Downs And quickly she's subdued... Through constant pained PMs, The young fan learns their rules. With time the child gives in; She admits she was wrong. Deprived of her old thoughts, The fangirl struggles on and on she's known. A mind unto her own; That never from this day Her old stalkeresque habits will sway. (Fangirl) What I've felt, What I've known, Finally shines through in what I've shown. Never be, never see, Won't see what might have been. What I've felt, What I've known, Finally shines through in what I've shown. Finally free Finally me So I thank thee, Barrowdowners. [/size]Fea |
Love it, Feanor!
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The Wind in the Barrows
Move over Don Mclean, yours was for Van Gogh but this one's for the Barrow-Wight:
Barrow, Barrow Wight Paint your layout black and green Look out for your storming sheen With eyes that know the darkness in my post Shadows on the threads Sketch the bones and the orkish thrills Catch the Wights give them winter chills In colours on the ghostly linen plain Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty And how you tried to set the newbies free: They would not listen; they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Barrow, Barrow Wight Flaming brands that brightly blaze Swirling on my violet face Reflect in Barrow's eyes of reddish hue Colours changing hue Mourning threads of ample grey Weathered members lined in pain Are sooth beneath the Barrow's wraith-like hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty And how you tried to set the Orlies free: They did not listen; they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not comprehend you But still your moderators came through And when no hope was left in sight for our Barrow Barrow Wight You took your post as Barrows often do But I could've told you Barrow: This forum would not be the same Without the Wighty things you do Barrow, Barrow Wight Progress hung in empty halls Frameless threads on countless falls With eyes that watch the morgue and can't forget Like the members that you've met The ragged words, your bloody prose Lie crushed and grained into my failing brain Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty And how you tried to set the bad posts free: They would not listen; they're not listening still Perhaps they never will. |
"Too Old for the Barrow Downs, Too young to die." to the tune of "Too old to Rock and Roll, Too young to die" by Jethro Tull.
******************** The old Wight wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Un-dead to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- The Morgul king's prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams In his post-war-babe gloom. Now he's too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs but he's too young to die. He once owned a Hobbit hole and Sandyman's Mill. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will. But he's the last of the blue blood lifeless boys all of his mates are doing time: buried with three kids up by the ring road sold their souls straight down the line. And some of them own little sports cars and meet at the tennis club do's. For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday. They've thrown away their dwarven shoes. Now they're too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs and they're too young to die. So the old Wight gets out his bike to make a ton before he takes his leave. Up on the North downs by Angmar just like it used to be. And as he flies --- tears in his eyes --- his wind-whipped words echo the final take and he hits the west road doing around 120 with no room left to brake. And he was too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs but he was too young to die. No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs if you're too young to die. No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs if you're too young to die. No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs But he was too young to die!!!! **************************** :smokin: |
With a song by Filter -
***********^************ I wish I would've met you Now it's a little late. What you could've taught me I could've saved some face We boost up your reputation All day long For the most part we're right But look how they all got strong That's why I say hey man, nice post What a good post man. A man A pun Hey man Have fun Nice post Now that the smoke's gone And the air is all clear Those who were right there Got a new kind of fear You'd fight and you were right But they were just too strong They'd stick it in your face And let you read what was overlong That's why I say hey man nice, nice post What a good post man. A man A pun Hey man Have fun Nice post I wish I would've met you I wish I would've met you I'd say nice post. ***********^************ |
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Fea Edit: found one of the threads I remembered. Its not 'Downs songs, its 'Rings songs, but still worth a read. Click me. |
why not a LOTR song "The road goes ever on and on"
The Threads go ever on and on down from the site where they began Now many pages the thread has gone And I must read them if I can Persuing them with eager eyes Until they reach some other thought Where many posts and questions meet and whither then I can not write |
(Laughs and falls off chair)
Very amusing Morsul!! :smokin: **************************** Good idea Morsul; Here’s a parody on "In western lands" that's the one Sam sings in Cirath ungol right? In western threads beneath the sun The topics flower in spring The dead ones rise, the waters run The merry downers sing Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night And closed threads are bear The Barrow downs, as jewels white Amid the branching threads. Though here at journey's end I lie In barrows buried deep Beyond all moderators strong Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadow rides the sun And Wights forever dwell I will not say the topics done Nor bid the Wights farewell. *************************** I'm sure this will be a big hit in the West End! :p |
Cold be hand
It would not be the Barrow downs musical without the Song of the Barrow Wights;
************* "Cold be hand" to the tune of "Yellow submarine" by the Beatles. Cold be hand and heart and bone and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed never, till sun fails and the moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die and still on gold here let them lie till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land ************ |
Hahahahaha! Somehow the thought of 'Cold be heart' sung to Yellow submarine is very amusing...and a little disturbing. I've been trying to parody My favourite things, but alas, it's more difficult than I anticipated and I gave up...Maybe someone else is up for the challenge.
Meanwhile: - a bit of West Side Story: New member: I feel rotten! Old members: You are rotting! Veteran member: And I'll soon be getting a PT! All: In my Barrow, Yes, I could hardly believe I'm real! Chorus of members: I feel wightish, oh so wightish, I feel black, and yellow, and covered in goo! And I pity, Anyone who's not a Downer too! |
I've just though of one that goes with the Trogdor song!
*high pitched beginning* Nazgul!!! Nazgul!!! Nazgul!!! Nazgul were men, then they was a wraith-men, maybe they was just a Wraiths..but there still Nazgul!!! Nazgul!!! Terrorzing the Barrow-Downs, Terrorzing the Hobbits, Terrorizing the Elves cause there Nazgul!!! if thats not true then come again!!! i said come again!!! and the nazgul come in the niiiiiiiiiiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhttttttttt!!! |
The Palantir is on the grass!
In honour of the Pink Floyd, here is a song about Saruman's rapid determination after getting hold of the palantir.
************************ The Dark side of the Rhún, (to the tune of Brain damage from the Dark side of the Moon) The Palantir is on the grass! The palantir is on the grass! Remembering games, And daisy chains And laughs. Got to keep the wizards on the path. The Palantir is in my hall The palantir is in my hall It holds my folded paper to the floor, And every day, the paper boy brings more. And if the Dam breaks open, many years too soon. And if there is no Room up on the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too. I’ll See you on the Dark side of the Rhún! The Palantir is in my Head! The palantir is in my head! You made the change, You raised the blade You re arranged me till I’m insane. Ents locked the door And threw away the key Theres someone in my head, its not me. And If the clouds burst its, Thunder in your ear! You shout and no one seems to hear And If the band your in starts playing different tunes I’ll see you on the dark side of the Rhún! |
Nice one, Hookbill! But then as it says at the very end of the CD....
"There is no dark side of the Rhun, really. Actually, it's all dark." ;) |
*coughs* I think you'll find it says;
"There is no dark side of the Moon really, as a matter of fact, it’s all dark" or "There is no dark side of the Rhún really, as a matter of fact, it’s all dark" __________ Here is another one; Guess the tune; ************ The Ents go marching; The Ents go marching Tree by tree Hurrah! Hurrah! The Ents go marching Tree by Tree! Hurrah! hurrah! The Ents go marching Tree by Tree! They went with Pippin and Merry And they all went down to Isenguard that day! (Repeat to fade) |
Back catalogues and shameless plugging ...
I posted this in one of the Barrow Downs forum threads in response to something Hookbill said about Pink Floyd and the coming of Sauron. As you can see, despite getting up to no good on the Dark Side of the Rhún, Roger Waters did eventually see the error of his ways:
We don’t need no domination. We don’t need no Orc control. No dark enquiries in the Shire land. Sauron leave that Ring alone. Hey! Sauron! Leave that Ring alone. All in all it’s just a-nother Trip to Mount Doom. All in all it’s just a-nother Trip to Mount Doom. Of course, if you are to make a LotR musical, you need the widest selection of songs possible. So here are some more musical threads to help you on your way: Song Parodies Silly Songs with Merry (and Pippin) Funny lyrics that LOTR characters would never sing LOTR Musical: what songs???? and my personal favourite ... LOTR characters and Beatles songs Oh and Hookbill, your version of Being for the Benefit of Mr Kite risks an action for breach of copywight. Sergeant Saucie's Barrow Downs Club Band already covered it, as you can see here: Happy Birthday To The Barrow-downs! And there's more from Sergeant Saucie's Barrow Downs Club Band at the benefit gig that they played at the 2004 Barrow-Downs’ Birthday Celebration! . They are available for weddings, birthday parties, family celebrations and barmitzphas, so book early to avoid disappointment. :D |
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Besides, no matter how early you book, disappointment will always creep up on you, you cannot escape it! Also, its not a Lord of the rings musical, its the Barrow downs musical... there is a difference... I think... To avoid being off topic I had better post a song; *********** Right, here is a song about the Barrow Wights; To the tune of Humpty dumpty (WOW this is childish! But who cares?) Mr Wight did sit on the wall Mr Wight did have a great fall and all the elves horses, and all the king's men Couldn't but Wighty together again. (silence from a confused audience.) |
After turning my CD player all the way up and listening to the very end of Dark Side, I admit defeat, Hookbill! Verily thou art the true master of all things Pink and barely audible!
Can't think of a decent song right now... :( |
I believe I can fly
I believe I can Read I believe I can Post Think about it every day Go online and post away I belive I can post see me going through that open thread i dont know the rest of the song thats as far as i can get |
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The Wight... To the tune of "The model" by "Kraftwerk" He's the Barrow Wight he's looking dead He has a threatening voice filled with dread He live underground he dose not know the time It only takes a Bombadill to change his mind He's going out tonight, loves drinking just champagne And he has been putting many though some pain He sacrificing hobbits every one says He is looking good, blood we will pay He summons a green hand now and then For every newly dead he gives the best he can I saw him on the cover of a magazine Now he's a big success, I want to meet him again (Followed by all the Downers doing the robot dance) |
Ode to a very annoying ghost
(Sung to the sound of old timey Banjo music)
Elvis Costello eat your heart out... Oh... The Barrow - Wight! The Barrow - Wight! He ain't too nice! An' everybody hates him!!! Oh... He sings weird stuff! He sings weird stuff! That's quite enough! Please die now! Oh... Yer hair's real pale! Yer hair's real pale! "Get some free hair dye in this weeks Mail!" Why are you still reading? Whew! :D |
Gothbogg -- Ouch! Hope you're referring to the murderous, spectral type and not our friendly mod. ;)
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Yeah, Encaitare is right! We don't want his wrath to turn against this topic! Think about what you’re writing! Lord B Wight has feeling too!
********** Here is another song: To the tune of the urban space man by The Bonzo dog doo dah band. I live on the Barrow downs I live on the Barrow downs I've got speed I've got everything I need I live on the Barrow downs, I can fly I'm a supersonic guy I don't need pleasure I don't feel pain (coz I'm dead) If you were to knock me down I'd fall apart right there I live on the Barrow Downs, baby; I'm being dead My names not Fred (instrumental) I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face My natural exuberance spills out all over the place I live on the Barrow downs I'm intelligent and clean Know what I mean? I live on the barrow downs, as a corpse second to none It's a lot of fun I never let my friends down I love our good witch king I have a huge tomb stone, and lots of other things I live on the Barrow downs; Here comes the twist-- I don't exist |
Hey, don't worry I'm talking about the character in the books not the forum moderator. :D
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