AstralCrux Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 I'll start it off. Basically, you add a lyric 1 or sometimes 2 at a time to the song. Wanna make a refrain? You can do a few more lines. Through the thunder, darkness crawls In this place I cannot see...
phee Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawlsIn this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she...
JaneDead Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawls In this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she... the one i adore
phee Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawlsIn this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she... the one i adore The Goths Galore!!!
Homicidalheathen Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawls In this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she... the one i adore The Goths Galore!!! The bats come out of the walls In this place I cannot see To answer to the calls Of the goths I adore.... Mysterious and enchanting..... Evermore.... The one I adore.
BrassFusion Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawls In this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she... the one i adore The Goths Galore!!! The bats come out of the walls In this place I cannot see To answer to the calls Of the goths I adore.... Mysterious and enchanting..... Evermore.... The one I adore. *incoherent screams plus distorted guitar solo*
phee Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Through the thunder, darkness crawlsIn this place I cannot see... My heart beats no more... Hey look! it is she... the one i adore The Goths Galore!!! The bats come out of the walls In this place I cannot see To answer to the calls Of the goths I adore.... Mysterious and enchanting..... Evermore.... The one I adore. *incoherent screams plus distorted guitar solo* *phee beatboxes*
Paper Hearts Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Best get out of my way When you see me at the buffet Because I thought she wanted flowers in a 'bucket' when she wanted a 'bouquet' And now like the Lone Ranger, I am alone 'Cept I don't have a Native American buddy to talk to on the telephone Yo I aint fat, y'all; I'm big boned!! **Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!** (After the beat boxing we had to have something for the Fat Boys to sing. Well, I thought so, anyway.)
Fierce Critter Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 But to serious gloom I return for the blood in my veins makes me burn for Bauhaus, and bands of their ilk (continue your lyric here...)
Paper Hearts Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 But to serious gloom I return for the blood in my veins makes me burn for Bauhaus, and bands of their ilk (Enter the Fat Boys, again) My name is Kool Rock Ski; give up the chocolate milk~ Aint no corset big enough to hold my weight Sold that shit on eBay...yo, it was great! When it comes to eatin', you can't touch my skill I do all my grocery shopping at the puppy-mill Yep, pan seared puppies: that's what I munch Some people call it cruelty to animals, but I call it lunch! **Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!**
Fierce Critter Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Not exactly where I pictured this going...
Paper Hearts Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 Not exactly where I pictured this going... Don't shoot the messenger, shoot the message.
Head Wreck Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 But to serious gloom I returnfor the blood in my veins makes me burn for Bauhaus, and bands of their ilk (Enter the Fat Boys, again) My name is Kool Rock Ski; give up the chocolate milk~ Aint no corset big enough to hold my weight Sold that shit on eBay...yo, it was great! When it comes to eatin', you can't touch my skill I do all my grocery shopping at the puppy-mill Yep, pan seared puppies: that's what I munch Some people call it cruelty to animals, but I call it lunch! **Uh-uh! Uh-uh! Uh-uh!** all hail head wreck, wonderfull is he and his high priest rayne and her wife phee
Paper Hearts Posted November 17, 2006 Posted November 17, 2006 **I like trou..trou...trou...I like trousers!** (Cuttin' and scratchin')
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