The Barrow Downs Musical.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

[size=2]I call this "Crazy Fangirl Turned Sane." The title needs a little work. Sing it to the tune of Unforgiven (the first, not second) by Metallica.

(All the members)
New blood joins The 'Downs
And quickly she's subdued...
Through constant pained PMs,
The young fan learns their rules.
With time the child gives in;
She admits she was wrong.
Deprived of her old thoughts,
The fangirl struggles on and on she's known.
A mind unto her own;
That never from this day
Her old stalkeresque habits will sway.

(Fangirl)
What I've felt,
What I've known,
Finally shines through in what I've shown.
Never be, never see,
Won't see what might have been.
What I've felt,
What I've known,
Finally shines through in what I've shown.
Finally free
Finally me
So I thank thee, Barrowdowners.
[/size]Fea

[Encaitare]

Love it, Feanor!

[InklingElf]

Move over Don Mclean, yours was for Van Gogh but this one's for the Barrow-Wight:

Barrow, Barrow Wight
Paint your layout black and green
Look out for your storming sheen
With eyes that know the darkness in my post
Shadows on the threads
Sketch the bones and the orkish thrills
Catch the Wights give them winter chills
In colours on the ghostly linen plain

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty
And how you tried to set the newbies free:
They would not listen; they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Barrow, Barrow Wight
Flaming brands that brightly blaze
Swirling on my violet face
Reflect in Barrow's eyes of reddish hue
Colours changing hue
Mourning threads of ample grey
Weathered members lined in pain
Are sooth beneath the Barrow's wraith-like hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty
And how you tried to set the Orlies free:
They did not listen; they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not comprehend you
But still your moderators came through
And when no hope was left in sight
for our Barrow Barrow Wight
You took your post as Barrows often do
But I could've told you Barrow:
This forum would not be the same
Without the Wighty things you do

Barrow, Barrow Wight
Progress hung in empty halls
Frameless threads on countless falls
With eyes that watch the morgue and can't forget
Like the members that you've met
The ragged words, your bloody prose
Lie crushed and grained into my failing brain

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your Barrow-ty
And how you tried to set the bad posts free:
They would not listen; they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

[Hookbill the Goomba]

"Too Old for the Barrow Downs, Too young to die." to the tune of "Too old to Rock and Roll, Too young to die" by Jethro Tull.

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The old Wight wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Un-dead to the end --- drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams ---
The Morgul king's prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
In his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs
but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Hobbit hole and Sandyman's Mill.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue blood lifeless boys
all of his mates are doing time:
buried with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their dwarven shoes.

Now they're too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs
and they're too young to die.

So the old Wight gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the North downs by Angmar
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the west road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs
but he was too young to die.

No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs
if you're too young to die.
No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs
if you're too young to die.
No, you're never too o-o-old for the Barrow down-down-downs

But he was too young to die!!!!

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[Oddwen]

With a song by Filter -

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I wish I would've met you
Now it's a little late.
What you could've taught me
I could've saved some face

We boost up your reputation
All day long
For the most part we're right
But look how they all got strong

That's why I say hey man, nice post
What a good post man.

A man
A pun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice post

Now that the smoke's gone
And the air is all clear
Those who were right there
Got a new kind of fear

You'd fight and you were right
But they were just too strong
They'd stick it in your face
And let you read what was overlong

That's why I say hey man nice, nice post
What a good post man.

A man
A pun
Hey man
Have fun
Nice post

I wish I would've met you
I wish I would've met you
I'd say
nice post.

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[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Love it, Feanor!

Why thankee, Enca. I'll no doubt spoof a few more Metallica songs, as they tend to be the ones I know best, off the top of my head. I seem to remember ripping a few Disney songs on an old thread... I'll see if I can find it.

Fea

Edit: found one of the threads I remembered. Its not 'Downs songs, its 'Rings songs, but still worth a read. Click me.