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02-27-2004, 02:40 AM | #1 |
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Altered lyrics
Here is a thought that came into my mind. Imagine the LOTR characters singing songs from our world, only with some altered lyrics. Like Gollum doing a Kiss tune:
We was made for loving you precious, You were made for loving us. And we can't get enough of you precious, Can you get enough of us? I picture gollum with a white face, singing with his "lovely" voice. Hilarious! Don't you guys have anything?
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02-29-2004, 03:46 PM | #2 |
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i could imagine frodo singing "should i stay or should i go" by the clash when he was with the fellowship just before he departed with samwise: if i go, will there be trouble? and if i stay it will be double. so you've got to let me know: should i cool it or should i blow?
~singing at the wall~
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03-08-2004, 11:42 AM | #3 |
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Isn't this sort of the same thing as "Silly Songs with Merry and Pippin"?
[too lazy to create a link]
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03-08-2004, 01:11 PM | #4 |
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05-24-2008, 11:34 PM | #5 |
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ORGOTH:
The Silmarillion, let's begin! The Silmarillion, look out, Men! I've got a mission to destroy the Elves... BALROG CHORUS: Elves-elves-elves-elves-elves-elves-elves! MORGOTH: I'm gonna make 'em bow to me 'Cause I'm the Lord of all you see And I'll enslave them in my Iron Hell! BALROG CHORUS: Make the Elves prostrate themselves! MORGOTH: Retreat, war is feckless... Defeat's sure as death! Your lords, rash and reckless I'm roasting in my halls with dragon's breath! SINDAR: A Elbereth! MORGOTH: The Silmarillion, what a show! The Silmarillion, here we go! Hey, thanks a million For slayin' your kin by scores 'Cause the Silmarils will be mine forevermore! BALROG CHORUS: The Silmarillion, oh, my! The Silmarillion, Elves cry, "The Noldolante, ai, ai!" MAEDHROS: I was going to a meeting Tryin' to arrange a treaty With the henchmen of the Foe, when from the mist These Balrogs come a runnin' And they kill off all my guardsmen And they hang me from a mountain by my wrist! Is that not treacherous? Is that not cruel? They make me out to be a silly dangling fool! FINROD: I was down in Tol-in-Ngauroth Tryin' to sneak past to see Morgoth When Sauron tried to find out who we were Well, I tried to sing a song But his sorcery was too strong So he peeled off all our warts and fake Orc-fur! Ai, the agony! Oo, the shame! Being chewed up by a werewolf for your name?! MORGOTH: The Silmarillion, what a show! The Silmarillion, here we go! We know you're willin' To fight a War of Wrath, But destiny's on my side, so do the math! BALROG CHORUS: Hey, Morgoth Bauglir, whaddaya got? MORGOTH: I just got back from Dagor Bragollach! BALROG CHORUS: Dagor Bragollach? What's Dagor Bragollach? MORGOTH: It's when you make all da gore and then you brag a whole lot! Skip-a-skap-a-doodle-ee-vap-a-doodle-ee-vay! Will you retreat? SONS OF FEANOR: No, no, no, no! MORGOTH: Will you forbear? HURIN AND EDAIN CAPTAINS: No, no, no, no! MORGOTH: Admit defeat? GWINDOR AND COMPANY: No, no, no, no! MORGOTH: Will you forswear? BOR AND SONS: No, no, no, no! MORGOTH: Now I asked in a nice way For them to lend me their ears I pleaded for peace Now I'll work on their TEARS! (MORGOTH skips around hammering the ground with Grond as if it were a xylophone mallet, and stomps on Fingolfin's neck at the end) BALROG CHORUS: Hey, Morgoth Bauglir, walk this way! We got a little game that you might wanna play, So pull that handle, Try your luck! GOTHMOG: Who knows, Morg, you might win a buck! MORGOTH: All right! (MORGOTH pulls a slot machine handle made from a dragon's shin-bone; three heads of the Men of Dor-Lomin line up, bells jangle, and the Silmarils roll into the payoff slot.) MORGOTH (aside to THURINGWETHIL): Put 'em in the crown. THURINGWETHIL (aside to SAURON): In the crown. SAURON (aside to GOTHMOG): In the crown. SAURON, to EASTERLING CHIEFTAINS: How are we doin'? Any conquests today? EASTERLING CHIEFTAINS: Nary a one --- nay, nay, nay! SAURON: We've killed off their heroes, We've ensnared their kings! Nothing is working... (snaps fingers) Send in the Rings! (Three very tall, light-robed, and cowled figures, nine tall, black-robed, and cowled figures, and seven short ones with hoods over their heads file into the room in three rows. In unison, they remove their robes to reveal young elven, human, and dwarven women in bathing suits, who dive into a large pool. GANDALF, ELROND, CIRDAN, various Numenorean and Easterling lords, and seven dwarf kings sprint to the edge of the pool and dive in. The FEMALE RINGBEARERS pull them under. After a long musical interlude, they emerge, carrying sparklers and wearing on their heads: a pointy wizard's hat, two elven circlets, seven crowns of mithril, and nine crowns of gold.) MORGOTH: The Silmarillion, what a show! The Silmarillion, here we go! Hey, thanks a million For fleeing Valinor MORGOTH AND BALROG CHORUS: Yeah, we've got Dragons, Vampires, Wolves --- beware! Balrogs, Trolls, and Orcs to spare! So come on, call your armies forth to war! MORGOTH: 'Cause the Silmarils are mine, now, for-ev-er-more! FINI "Thou hast dared to mock MELkor, Master of the Fates of Arda!" ('S'good ta be da king!) *this is so freaking funny.... It isnt completely original but still...* |
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