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9/11: the musical...

With ideas borrowed from you two, here's my attempt at the helter skelter section:

Thermite, thermate, it's a metal melter
Steven Jones thought his paper a belter
Now debunked, it's falling fast
"93 never scorched grass"
Killtown talking outta his arse
With his theory everybody had a blast



Now the South Park air was sweet perfume
Said the troofers were a bunch of loons
We all got up to dance,
Oh, Dylan never had a chance!
Dylan tried make the truth yield
But mad ideas he chose to field
Do you recall what was revealed
The day that South Park aired

Great job, sleahead!

Who's up for the next verse?
 
I haven't heard from Grey at all.. I sent him the vocals Thursday though. I expect he does have a life outside JREF, so I'm not going to criticize him. But if you're lurking, Grey... I AM really curious to see how good you can make me sound.. ;)

Judging from the teaser that was posted previously, I have no doubt at all that it is going to sound GREAT!

Can hardly wait :)
 
Here is another filk (?) for the collection. But first, a word of explanation.

There is a man alive today who goes by the name Voltaire. He is a musician and a writer of comic books, and his work is usually based out of the Goth subculture. But he has also released an EP making fun of Star Trek.

One of the songs on Banned on Vulcan is called "The USS Make [rule8] Up". You can hear it at:
http://www.voltaire.net/mp3/Voltaire-The_USS_Make-S***-Up.mp3 (You will have to replace the asterisks.) You can get the melody from that, and you Trekkers will probably find it funny anyway.

I thought this would practically write itself as far as conspiracy theories go. Enjoy.

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The WWW Make S*** Up Lyrics

Based on a song by Voltaire


Well, I was surfing on the Internet, clicking on the mouse,
Protected by the Faraday cage I built around my house,
When I found a truthy website from well beyond the pale.
A ghost story for grown ups, a lucrative tall tale.

Bust a move, ZOG.


I dug a little deeper, and I soon found out the truth
About that nine-eleven, with phat beats for the youth.
A hundred thousand downloads was too good to ignore.
A viral marketing phenom built on non sequitor.


And I say,
Flash an upward fusion beam off the tinfoil satellite dish
That’s the way we do things, lad, we're making s*** up as we wish
The Neocons and Freemasons pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some s*** up


The trailblazing writers past have showed us all the way
With many books on Jews, Illuminati, J.F.K.
The built-in C.T. market will win you a fine book deal.
Just C.Y.A. with weasel words. Who cares if it’s not real?

And if you're at a party and you want to sound astute
Just make some pointed “question” claims that no one can dispute.
Impress people with obscure facts on thermite, grassy knolls,
International bankers, or Satan stealing souls.

And I say
Flash an upward fusion beam off the tinfoil satellite dish
That’s the way we do things, lad, we're making s*** up as we wish
The Neocons and Freemasons pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some s*** up


And though he's just a child, and some think him a twit
Jason is the master when it comes to making up some s***.
And if you want a truth expert, to Alex you must go.
He’ll rail about the gummint shills and N.W.O.

Well, I was once in England, where I listened to a speech.
David spoke of lizardmen, to warn us he’d beseech.
I thought I’d seen this show before, and then it dawned on me
It was way back in the eighties when they used to call it "V".

And I say
Flash an upward fusion beam off the tinfoil satellite dish
That’s the way we do things, lad, we're making s*** up as we wish
The Neocons and Freemasons pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we just make some s*** up

We were looking for a cheap way to sell more DVD’s
So we uploaded our movie for the kids to watch for free.
Normally you'd think that that would be wasted expense,
But one quarter of the people’s still a hefty audience

There’s one born every minute, an endless, free supply
Of suckers we can fearmonger to make them buy and buy.
Barnum was a genius, but not even he could see
The marketing potential of a good conspiracy.

And I say
Flash an upward fusion beam off the tinfoil satellite dish
That’s the way we do things, lad, we're making s*** up as we wish
The Neocons and Freemasons pose no threat to us
'Cause if we find we're in a bind we're totally screwed but nevermind
We'll pull something out of our behinds, we just make some s*** up
 
The Epic of Richard Koshimizu

Oh dem bombs, dem bombs,
Dem hydrogen bombs.
Dem bombs, dem bombs,
Dem hydrogen bombs.
Dem bombs, dem bombs,
Dem hydrogen bombs.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

With the terrorist connected
to George Bush,
and George Bush connected
to the Rothschild,
and the Rothschild connected
to the Stealth Jew.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

Oh dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

With Hillary connected
to the Kim Jong,
and Kim Jong connected
to the Sun Moon,
and Sun Moon connected
to the Stealth Jew.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

Oh dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

With Tojo connected
to Abe Lincoln,
and Honest Abe connected
to Rockefeller,
and Rockefeller connected
to the Stealth Jew,
Oh mercy, how they hide!

Oh dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

With the Stealth Jew connected
to the Twin Towers,
and the Twin Towers connected
to the Chinese,
and the Chinese connected
to my e-mail,
Oh mercy, how they hide!

Oh dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Dem Jews, dem Jews,
Dem Zionist Jews.
Oh mercy, how they hide!

With the Holocaust connected
to the Hitler,
and the Hitler connected
to the Stealth Jew,
and the Stealth Jew connected
to Something Awful.com
Oh mercy, how they hide!
 
To the tune of Radiohead's "Karma Police"


See Tee police, embrace this man, he talks in lies
He fudges like a child, hes like a paranoid madman
See Tee police, embrace this girl, her CT theory, is making me feel ill
And we have crushed her theory
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with facts

See Tee police, I've given you the truth, its not enough
I've given you the truth, but you're still asking
This is what you get, this is what you get
This is what you get, when you mess with facts
And for a minute there, you lost your sense
And for a minute there, you lost your sense

For a minute there, you lost your sense, you lost your sense.....


Well....it was a first effort!
 
G-K-4 ~ excellent job! You're right, it gives off a "feel" of practically writing itself. Oh, so appropriate.

c4ts ~ another fine job!

Uk_dave ~

A terrific first effort, indeed!

Keep 'em coming :)
 
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Woohoo! More musical mayhem!
:Banane33: :Banane09: :Banane08:

Well done, sleahead. :D

Very nice, G-K-4. Love the chorus - very funny. My sound card's borked on this puter and I don't know the tune, but your lyrics are excellent.

c4ts, that's hilarious! A few reads of your lyrics and I'll have forgotten the original completely.

ukdave... CT Police - classic! :D
 
Cheers, G-K-4.

Yay, jhunter!! :)

:cheerleader4

/me does mental cheerleader dance for Team JREF Parody Ninja Squad.
 
I've had this one kicking around in my head for a while...

Tune: Barry Mann's "Who Put The Bomp"

Oh, I'd like to meet the guy
Who dropped the bomb
That made ol' Dylan think "conspiracy"...

(chorus)
Who put the bomb, in the Pent-a-Pentagon?
Who put the nan in the nano-nano-thermite?
Who put the HOP in the HOP-LIHOP-MIHOP?
Who put the dip in the dip-a-dip(rule8)?
Who was that man?
I'd like to kick his (rule8)
He made our Dylan think about CT...

When ol' Dylan heard
Bomb-ba-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-a-bomb-bomb
Every word went right into his heart
And when Jones heard them saying
Nan-a-nan-a-nano-nano-thermite
He said "I've got to play a part"..

So... (repeat chorus)

Each time he's alone
Chingity-chingity-chingity-chingity-ching
Sets ol' Dylan's heart all aglow
And when LC recruits a
Dip-da-dip-a-dip-dip-a-dip-da-dip
He tumbles down the rabbit hole..

So.. (repeat chorus)
 
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I've had this one kicking around in my head for a while...

Tune: Barry Mann's "Who Put The Bomp"

Oh, I'd like to meet the guy
Who dropped the bomb
That made ol' Dylan think "conspiracy"...

(chorus)
Who put the bomb, in the Pent-a-Pentagon?
Who put the nan in the nano-nano-thermite?
Who put the HOP in the HOP-LIHOP-MIHOP?
Who put the dip in the dip-a-dip(rule8)?
Who was that man?
I'd like to kick his (rule8)
He made our Dylan think about CT...

When ol' Dylan heard
Bomb-ba-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-a-bomb-bomb
And when Jones heard them saying
Nan-a-nan-a-nano-nano-thermite
He said "I've got to play a part"..

So... (repeat chorus)
:bananapowerslide: :bananapowerslide: :bananapowerslide:

I'm picturing a group of JREF ninjas and "Grease"-style staging/choreography. teehee!
 
This one just wrote itself...

(tune: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer")

Dylan's just a poor boy, and his story's seldom told
He lives out in Oneonta, tried to get into the film school, showed no promise there
He lies and jests
He's a man who hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest

When he left his home and his family, he was no more than a boy
In the company of Jason, in the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the wacky people go
Looking for the places no JREFer knows

("lie-la-lie" part goes here)

Asking only workman's wages, he went looking for a job but he got no offers
Just a come-on from that wacky Prison Planet dude
I do declare, it appears that he was so lonesome he took some comfort there

("lie-la-lie" part goes here)

On the corner stands a Troofer, he's a fighter for his cause
But he carries the reminders, of that debunk that laid him out
And cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the Troofer still remains...

("lie-la-lie" part, to end)
 
Terrific additions, jhunter!

Like chipmunk, I can't help but picture the Grease line for the "who put the bomp" takeoff :D
 
Gravy, One More Time to the tune of Baby, One More Time by Britney Spears

Oh Gravy, Gravy.
Oh Gravy, Gravy.

Oh Gravy, Gravy. How was I supposed to know?
My math just wasn't right, yeah.
Oh Gravy, Gravy. Why couldn't you let me go?
Now I've started cryin'.
Show me, how you think it should be.
Tell me, Gravy, 'cause I need to know, now.
Oh because.

CHORUS

My stubborness is killin' me (and I)
I must confess, I still belive (still believe)
When you debunk me I lose my mind.
Give me a sign,
Hit me, Gravy, one more time.

Oh Gravy, Gravy. The cause of my grief is you.
Boy, you've got me frighted.
Oh Gravy, Gravy. There's nothin' that I wouldn't do.
To show you how they planned it.
Show me, how you think it should be.
Tell me, Gravy, 'cause I need to know, now
Oh because.

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh Gravy, Gravy. How was I supposed to know?
Oh Gravy, Gravy. Why couldn't you let me go?

I must confess that my stubbornness
is the only way how
I can hold on to my beliefs.
So won't you come here
and give me a sign?
Hit me Gravy, one more time.

REPEAT CHORUS

I must confess (my stubborness)
that my stubborness (is the only way)
is the only way how (I must confess)
I can hold on to my beliefs.
So won't you come here (I'm losin' my mind)
and give me a sign?
Hit me Gravy, one more time.
 

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