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Moulton's Nickelodeon

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Pseudomarx II - Nov 11, 2005 10:21 pm (#30 of 745)

Edited by Nov 12, 2005 7:24 am

Wishing the forum a good night's sleep:

I love Barsoom's Funeral March of Marionettes:

Alfred Hitchcock adopted Gounod's Funeral March of the Marionettes as his theme music. Did you know there were lyrics to it?

Funeral March of the Marionettes

Homo Ludens is on the loose!
Homo Ludens escaped the noose!
He's on a spree!
What can this be?
Maybe he's cooked his goose.

archosIDF

- Nov 12, 2005 10:47 am (#31 of 745)

Alfred E. Neuman, "The Age of Google" #72, 11 Nov 2005 9:52 pm

  The Pity of Dead Forums
  

Deriding on the Pity of Dead Forums, 
Login Window Monday morning fail 
Fifteen threads and fifteen restless posters, 
Three detractors and twenty-five attacks of rail. 

All along the pointless odyssey 
The pain pulls at my bended knee 
Rolls along past game scores, slams and feeds. 
Passin' strains that have no names, 
Scroll bars full of old grey bands 
And the graveyards of the busted logic screeds. 

CHORUS: 
Good morning Web Crossing, how are you? 
Don't you know me I'm your native scum, 
I'm the pain they call The Pity of Dead Forums, 
I'll be gone five hundred posts when the day is done. 

Dealin' words games with the jokers in the club thread. 
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score. 
Slide the neon mouse that moves the pointer 
Feel the thumb wheels gliding 'neath the pad. 

And the sons of sporting chatters 
And the sons of engineers 
Ride their father's magic carpets made of bits. 
Mothers with their feet asleep, 
Are rockin' to the gentle beat 
And the rhythm of the rants is all they feel. 

CHORUS 

Nighttime on The Pity of Dead Forums, 
Changing topics in case you didn't see. 
Half way home, we'll be dull by morning 
Through the misty snippy darkness 
Rolling down to the sea. 

And all the talk and people seem 
To fade into a bad dream 
And the open windows still ain't heard the news. 
The detractor sings his song again, 
The patrons will please refrain 
This forum's got the disappearing traffic blues. 

Good night, Web Crossing, how are you? 
Don't you know me I'm your native scum, 
I'm the pain they call The Pity of Dead Forums, 
I'll be gone five hundred posts when the day is done. 

CopyClef 2005 Steve Goodman, Arlo Guthrie, and Barsoom Tork Associates.

Hammurabi - Nov 13, 2005 8:43 am (#32 of 745)

Edited by Nov 13, 2005 8:44 am

The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down

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Barsoom Tork is my name, and I drove on the damn vile train,   
Til so much rivalry came and tore up the tracks again.   
In the spring of mindfulness, we were rollin, just trollin for bait.   
I took the train to Ghetto, that hell, it was a time I remember, oh so well.   

The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the bells were ringing,   
The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the people were stingin'.   
They went   
Na,   
Na, na, na, na, na,   
Blah, blah, buh blah,   
Buh blah blah, blah blah   

Back with Kitty at Epiphany, and one day she said to me,   
"Moulton, quick, come see, a-there goes MTV!"   
Now I don't mind choppin' wood, and I don't care if Reynaldo's no good.   
Just take what ya need and erase the rest,   
But they should never have wiped out the very best.   

The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the bells were ringing,   
The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the people were stingin'.   
They went   
Na,   
Na, na, na, na, na,   
Blah, blah, buh blah,   
Buh blah blah, blah blah   

Like my father before me, I'm a working man,   
And like Klatu before me, I took a rebel stand.   
Well, he was just pissed off, proud and brave,   
But Recyla laid him in his grave,   
I swear by the verse below my feet,   
You can't raise the Torkel back up when its in defeat.   

The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the bells were ringing,   
The Night They Drove Old Moulton Down, and all the people were stingin'.   
They went   
Na,   
Na, na, na, na, na,   
Blah, blah, buh blah,   
Buh blah blah, blah blah  

CopyClef 2005 Joan Baez and Barsoom Tork Associates.

Barry.Kort - Nov 13, 2005 11:09 pm (#33 of 745)

COME TOGETHER

Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please

He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola
He say "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me

He bag production he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me

He roller-coaster he got early warning
He got muddy water he one mojo filter
He say "One and one and one is three"
Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see
Come together right now over me.

Barry.Kort - Nov 13, 2005 11:13 pm (#34 of 745)

  
         Goat Getter  


  
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Got a good reason  
For taking the sleazy way out  
Got a good reason  
For booting the cheesy guy out now  

He was a goat getter  
A one way exit yeah  
It took me so long to find out  
But I found out  

She's a big pleaser  
She took me half the way there  
She's a big pleaser  
She took me half the way there now  

He was a knight ridder  
A one way exit yeah  
It took me so long to find out  
And I found out  

Tried to release her  
She only played Kool-Aid stands  
Tried to release her  
She only played Kool-Aid stands, now  

She was a late zipper  
A drive-by poster yeah  
Took me so long to find out  
And I found out  

Goat getter  
Goat getter yeah  

Goat getter  
Goat getter yeah  

Goat getter

Barry.Kort - Nov 13, 2005 11:16 pm (#35 of 745)

  
DO YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET?  


  
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You'll never know how much I really loathe you.  
You'll never know how much I really cringe.  

Listen, Do you want to know a secret.  
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.  

Closer, Let me whisper in your ear.  
Say the words you long to hear. I'm appalled by you.  

Listen, Do you want to know a secret.  
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.  

Closer, Let me post it on the net.  
Say the words you love to hear. I'm expelled by you.  

I've known the secret for a year or two.  
Now MTV knows of our bugaboo.  

Listen, Do you want to know a secret.  
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.  

Closer, Let me snicker in your ear  
Say the words you cannot bear. I'm ensnared with you.

Barry.Kort - Nov 13, 2005 11:20 pm (#36 of 745)

Edited by Nov 13, 2005 11:25 pm

Giddoudahere!!!

Get Offa My Claude

I said, Hey! You! Get offa my Claude
Hey! You! Get offa my Claude
Hey! You! Get offa my Claude
Don’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowd
Dat's my Claude, baby

The cellphone is ringing
I say, "Hi, it’s me. who is it there on the line?"
A voice says, "Halo??, Salut??
Sunt Eu, un Haiduc."

GhostWriter says, "It’s three AM."
There’s too much Random Headline Noose"
Don’t you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just ’cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my Lego head?

I said, hey! you! Giddouda my head
Hey! you! Giddouda my head
Hey! you! Giddouda my head
Don’t hang around ’cause two’s a dread
In my head, baby
CopyClef Barsoom Tork and the Rolling Stones.
North Amurcan Bupkis, Exclusive Internet RingTone Distributors.
"At North Amurcan Bupkis, all we can say is Numa Numa Yei."

Barry.Kort - Nov 13, 2005 11:32 pm (#37 of 745)

Edited by Nov 13, 2005 11:35 pm

A Snotty Number

Pariah
From The Sound of Mucous

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How do you solve
A problem like Pariah?
How do you catch
A snark and pin it down?

How do you find a word
That means Pariah?
A snake in the grass!
A Katzenjammer!
A clown!

Many a thing you know
You'd like to tell him,
Many a thing he ought
To understand.

But how do you make him sane,
And care about your pain?
How do you keep a knave
Upright and grand?

Oh, how do you solve
A problem like Pariah?
How do you mold
A screwball in your land?

How do you solve
A problem like Messiah?
How do you catch
A passion and nail it down?

How do you find a word
That means Messiah?
A fly on the wall!
A publicist! A clown!

CopyClef Richard Rogers, Oscar Hammerstein and Barsoom Tork Associates.
North Amurcan Bupkis, Exclusive Internet RingTone Distributors.

"At North Amurcan Bupkis, we have no original material whatsoever."

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