9/11: the musical...

I hope Qarnos comes back. I sang that "Who Put The Bomb" song and sent it to him. He was playing with it, but I guess his other projects took precedence. I can understand that.. a guy has to eat after all.

If anyone wants to hear the a-cappella crappy version, PM me. I'll send it to you after I get home from work (after about 6 pm Eastern time).
 
jhunter1163 said:
I hope Qarnos comes back. I sang that "Who Put The Bomb" song and sent it to him. He was playing with it, but I guess his other projects took precedence. I can understand that.. a guy has to eat after all.

If anyone wants to hear the a-cappella crappy version, PM me. I'll send it to you after I get home from work (after about 6 pm Eastern time).
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PM sent ~ and while I seriously doubt that it's "crappy", I will reserve judgment until I have reviewed the evidence :)
 
The evidence is in.

jhunter has kindly sent me the evidence by email.

Having thoroughly reviewed it and coming to a conclusion, I then consulted appropriate experts to obtain their opinions. I am pleased to report that the experts agree with my conclusion that jhunter's vocal is excellent; that the lyrics are hilarious; and that the eventual mixed version with music and mixing is likely to be spectacular.

Excellent job, jhunter!

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This was posted in another thread by Spektator, and I took the liberty of copying it here as it fits in so well with this thread.

(Obviously) sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic"

All hail the proud researchers of the dark conspiracy!
Disinfo agents lurk around behind each bush and tree!
My mom and dad are in on it and they deny CD!
And we go blath'ring on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Got some questions to put to ya!
Got no evidence, but boo-ya,
Still we go blath'ring on!

Now some of us believe in planes, but some no planes can see,
And some of us on thermite bombs can cheerfully agree,
And others think a tow'r tall should fall just like a tree,
And we go blath'ring on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Got some questions to put to ya!
Got no evidence, but boo-ya,
Still we go blath'ring on!

We know George Bush was in on it, was paid an oily fee,
And Tony Blair and cabbies too and folks from A to zee,
And now I'm in the process of investigating me,
And we go blath'ring on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Got some questions to put to ya!
Got no evidence, but boo-ya,
Still we go blath'ring on!
 
Thanks to LashL for cuttin 'n pastin that thing o' mine, but hey, I'm really more a show tune kinda guy, so, to the tune of "My Favorite Things", from the new musical "The Sound of BS," I bring you:

Thermite and H-bombs and hot flowing metal,
Beams from a spaceship and ash that won't settle,
Strange pyroclastic flows out on the street--
These are a few ways I make both ends meet!

Buy my new book,
Pay me money,
I'm really quite a lad,
I'm making a tape now, and if you'll just buy it,
Your bucks will make me glad!

Invisible concrete and fuzzy blurred pictures,
Rebar and guide rails and government strictures,
Wild thoughts that fly from my brain, I repeat,
These are a few ways I make both ends meet!

Buy my new book,
Pay me money,
I'm really quite a lad,
I'm making a tape now, and if you'll just buy it,
Your bucks will make me glad!

Oh, sure it's all BS, hey, I'm not a loony,
But if you got money, you can give it to me,
I'll spin you a yarn of the towers' defeat,
That is a new way I make both ends meet!

Buy my new book,
Pay me money,
I'm really quite a lad,
I'm making a tape now, and if you'll just buy it,
Your bucks will make me glad!
 
Whoa! Looks like we've tapped into your hidden talent, Spektator!

Another brilliant adaptation, indeed!

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Great work, Qarnos and Mercutio.

Here's my little ode to all JREF'rs out there fighting ignorance, in tune of Jimmy Buffett's Escape (Pina Colada song).

I was tired of that Corey,
We'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording,
'specially when he smoked da bong
So while he stood there shouting,
I read the paper Gravy gave me
And in the well researched pages,
There was this truth that I read

If you like long footnotes,
And getting caught in the facts
If you're not into thermite,
If you have a half-a-brain
If you don't like spamming at midnight,
In the fits of your rage
He's the man you've looked for,
read his work, and escape

I didn't think about Reggie Perrin,
I know that sounds kinda mean
But me and this nearly dead movement,
Had fallen into the same old dull routine
So I read his WTC paper,
Felt kinda bad,
And though I'm nobody's director,
I thought my first porn wasn't half-bad

Yes, I like easy money, and and no real work and pain
I'm not much into real truth, I am into champagne
I've got to make a million by tomorrow noon,
and cut through all this red tape
At a forum called JREF's, where I'll plan my escape
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Very nice, Spektator and Marley. :newlol :)

I think my admiration of Gravy might turn into a crush, now that I've got this going round my head:

If you like long footnotes,
And getting caught in the facts
If you're not into thermite,
If you have a half-a-brain
If you don't like spamming at midnight,
In the fits of your rage
He's the man you've looked for,
read his work, and escape
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:D
 
Marley,

Welcome to the forum :welcome4: and nice job on the song :D
 
jhunter1163 said:
Nice work, Marley.. :)

pssst.. it was Rupert Holmes, not Jimmy Buffett... sorry for the nitpick
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Thanks.

It wasn't Jimmy? I guess I should've done my investigoogling:) This is exactly why I like to read this forum, you just can't help but to learn something new in every thread.

And I do actually laugh aloud when I read some of the posts about the truth cult. Some of you are very talented comedians. Or it could just be that the truthers give you so much easy material to work with.
 
This one isn't good enough to make the final cut for the album(!) Perhaps a B-side for the first single? I also didn't have the patience you guys have for completing the whole song (sorry!).

Looking For Truth (In All The Wrong Places) - Johnny Lee

I've spent a lifetime lookin' for truth.
Asking questions but always ignoring the proof.
Postin' on JREF hoping to win.
And telling those sweet lies and losing again!
I was

looking for truth in all the wrong places.
Ignoring the evidence of Atta's suitcases.
Searching for pictures with no traces
of flight 77 and 93.

Hoping to find a structural engineer,
Who's been snorting 4 grams of gear
another idiot, looking for fame!

Couldn't see the evidence in plane sight.
So I made up a bunch of crap about thermite.
Don't know where it started or where it might end.
Only got into this 'cause I haven't got one friend.
I was

looking for truth in all the wrong places.
Ignoring the evidence of Atta's suitcases.
Searching for pictures with no traces
of flight 77 and 93.

Hoping to find a structural engineer,
Who's been snorting 4 grams of gear
another idiot, looking for fame!
 
Chedda said:
This one isn't good enough to make the final cut for the album(!) Perhaps a B-side for the first single? I also didn't have the patience you guys have for completing the whole song (sorry!).

Looking For Truth (In All The Wrong Places) - Johnny Lee

I've spent a lifetime lookin' for truth.
Asking questions but always ignoring the proof.
Postin' on JREF hoping to win.
And telling those sweet lies and losing again!
I was

looking for truth in all the wrong places.
Ignoring the evidence of Atta's suitcases.
Searching for pictures with no traces
of flight 77 and 93.

Hoping to find a structural engineer,
Who's been snorting 4 grams of gear
another idiot, looking for fame!

Couldn't see the evidence in plane sight.
So I made up a bunch of crap about thermite.
Don't know where it started or where it might end.
Only got into this 'cause I haven't got one friend.
I was

looking for truth in all the wrong places.
Ignoring the evidence of Atta's suitcases.
Searching for pictures with no traces
of flight 77 and 93.

Hoping to find a structural engineer,
Who's been snorting 4 grams of gear
another idiot, looking for fame!
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:dl:

Nicely done, Chedda! And :welcome4 to the forum!
 
When I was a kid, there was a song so awful that I cringed whenever it came on the radio. I am referring, of course, to Gilbert O'Sullivan's notorious "Alone Again, Naturally." I tried, but I just couldn't capture the same sheer awfulness of this song. So if any of you think the idea has some slight merit, feel free to steal it from me.

I give you....

"A Loon Again (Naturally)"

Oh, the internet overlords
They have banned me from all their boards,
They tell me that I’m a royal tw-t and eject me from their websites,
And logging on my sock still just gets me thrown off,
In my effort to make it clear to you
What it’s like when brains’re shattered,
I’m just left in the lurch, I’m besmirched and they’re all saying,
“My gosh, he’s dumb, let’s toss him off,
No point in his remaining,”
And so now I must go, and I do it on my own,
A loon again,
Naturally.

I had an idea yesterday:
9-11 was caused by a ray
Being shot from space, crashing in our face on that September day,
But as if to swat me down, Mr. Gravy came around,
And without a doubt he quickly set about,
Cut my idea into pieces, leaving me to shout
All about Joos and the Masons; if they really do hate us,
Tell me, why’d they desert me in my hour of need?
I truly am indeed
A loon again,
Naturally.

It seems to me that there are more brains
Broken in the world that can’t be mended, should be attended,
What should I do?
Asking what should I do?

Pretending to play so nice and asking you for advice,
But you recall my socks that appeared in flocks,
You don’t give me time to post
Or even let me start to boast, you just rat me out, what a shock!
I cannot understand
Why the only man with the answers must be kicked out,
Leaving me to shout with a brain so badly whacko,
Despite the truth you get from me, my account’s vanished, see,
But I’ll never go away,
I will be back next day,
A loon again,
Naturally.
 
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