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JR (Susie) wrote:Altho this isn't one of the actual Dirty Dozen, since we're improving it anyway, here's SusieP's "The Bastards of Summer" to the tune of Don Henley's "The Boys of Summer":
Nobody on the phone
nobody I can reach
I feel it in the air
that Friga’s out of reach
Empty bank account, empty hearts,
the sun goes down alone.
I'm driving by Neal’s house
though I know that he’s not home...
And I can see them
singers in line around the block
Jon’s got his hair combed back
wears his hairdresser’s smock, baby
I can tell you
my love for them is no longer strong
after the bastards of summer have gone.
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how I made fans crazy
Remember how I made them scream
Now I don't understand
What happened to that band
But boys I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna show you what I'm made of
I can see you
Your fro curling in the rain
I see your botox face moving real slow
Fake halfsmiling at everyone
I can tell you my love for you's no longer strong
After the bastards of summer are gone
out on the road today
I saw a Friga/Fro sticker on a cadillac
a voice inside my head said don't look back
you can never look back
I thought I knew what love was
what did I know
those days lasted but a minute
I should just let them go and...
I can see them
shattering the stone
you know the Journey’s over And I’m better off alone
I can tell you
my career will still go on
after the bastards of summer have gone.
YoungJRNYfan wrote:You have WAY too much time on your hands
garysings wrote:Too Late
See the stop-light turn-in' red,
Don't you listen to what we said.
All the things we try to hide,
They keep you pissed off deep inside. Oh, you got to leave this band before it's...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the band.
Oo, yes, dear Steve, you're voice is shot, thanks for giving all you got
So todays your last day, then youve got to go away.
Oh, you got to leave this band because its
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the band
Too late, too late to make the band
Too late to make the band.
Yes, it's time to crack the stone, yes its time to play alone.
So, tribute singers, join our fight for the things that cant be right
Oh, you got to leave this band before it's...
Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,
Too late to make the band
Too late, too late to make the band
Too late, too late, to make the band
Too late to make the band
Too late, before it's too late.
Wheels Of Fyre wrote:I did a light-hearted Chain Reaction spoof awhile back. It doesn't echo the current events but...
You’re In Traction
I bet you – she’s the one
Who hit you – on the run
Those pain meds
They’ll get you through
You’ll need assistance
To help you chew
I bet you – she’ll find a way
To hurt you – another day
You endure
Wait for her to come
She’ll strike at midnight
You suck your thumb
You’re in traction – no compassion
You want to send her – no parole
So now you – live in misery
That banshee
Now pleads insanity
You mumble – before you bawl
Won’t be the last time
No not at all
More lotion – to your dismay
The red bite
She left on you that day
Has inflamed
In proportion to
The Hellish existence
She’s made for you
You’re in traction – no compassion
You want to send her – no parole
You’re in traction – legal action
In a diaper – all alone
So now just where do you go
No underwear
You’re in traction – no compassion
You want to send her – no parole
You’re in traction – legal action
In a diaper – all alone
I think I may have had JRSusie in mind when I wrote this...
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