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Post by Nonfatman on Sept 21, 2009 14:23:56 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D
Jeff
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2009 14:27:01 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Thanks Jeff  I'll give it a go  ......but don't wait for me if anyone else wants to go first |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2009 15:04:40 GMT -5
Let me bring you, songs that are no good.
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Post by Mothfairy on Sept 21, 2009 20:13:14 GMT -5
Not really a spoof but hubby thought the words to Cross Eyed Mary were: .....would rather make it with Electric Ray.....dines in Hamster village on expense account that grows...
I'm sure I've got others...can't think of anything now though...
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Post by Michael Crowe on Sept 21, 2009 23:29:45 GMT -5
Which reminds me, did we ever decide on that line from Songs From The Wood? Is it, "makes you feel much, much better," or "much ba, better?" I really think this needs to be resolved.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2009 7:34:29 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Here you go Jeff....inspired from the original one-liner that might have prompted this thread. It's called Feasts at Midnight. I’m relieved by a pie at midnight
when the wife has gone to bed,
A glass of milk sits on the mantle,
a nice ham roll to keep me fed,
pickled onions, late night TV,
Cheesey biscuits, a piece of tart,
too much curry bloats the body.
I feel queasy – break a fart.
Prompted by the smell of cooking
and some nice roasted meat,
Kitchen bound – I scour the fridge,
looking for some grub to eat.
Me, I’ll sit and scoff what I find there ,
Just as long as it resembles food.
Had a little feast this midnight.
A snack or two puts me in the mood.Not quite weird Al, and certainly not autobiographical but I hope that Jack Hicko records it for Youtube and gives me a bit of credit! |
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Post by Mothfairy on Sept 22, 2009 9:23:12 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Here you go Jeff....inspired from the original one-liner that might have prompted this thread. It's called Feasts at Midnight. I’m relieved by a pie at midnight
when the wife has gone to bed,
A glass of milk sits on the mantle,
a nice ham roll to keep me fed,
pickled onions, late night TV,
Cheesey biscuits, a piece of tart,
too much curry bloats the body.
I feel queasy – break a fart.
Prompted by the smell of cooking
and some nice roasted meat,
Kitchen bound – I scour the fridge,
looking for some grub to eat.
Me, I’ll sit and scoff what I find there ,
Just as long as it resembles food.
Had a little feast this midnight.
A snack or two puts me in the mood.Not quite weird Al, and certainly not autobiographical but I hope that Jack Hicko records it for Youtube and gives me a bit of credit! Didn't someone at the old board, maybe Peggy...come up with the words, "Too much curry ruins a body, I'll sit easy, fan the farts?" Dunno...cracked me up though! |
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Post by TM on Sept 22, 2009 9:56:34 GMT -5
Which reminds me, did we ever decide on that line from Songs From The Wood? Is it, "makes you feel much, much better," or "much ba, better?" I really think this needs to be resolved. No. That was my question, and it never got answered. I said it was "much much better" while a friend of mine said it was "ba better." Perhaps we could decide this here and now and put an end to it once and for all. |
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Post by TM on Sept 22, 2009 9:58:03 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Here you go Jeff....inspired from the original one-liner that might have prompted this thread. It's called Feasts at Midnight. I’m relieved by a pie at midnight
when the wife has gone to bed,
A glass of milk sits on the mantle,
a nice ham roll to keep me fed,
pickled onions, late night TV,
Cheesey biscuits, a piece of tart,
too much curry bloats the body.
I feel queasy – break a fart.
Prompted by the smell of cooking
and some nice roasted meat,
Kitchen bound – I scour the fridge,
looking for some grub to eat.
Me, I’ll sit and scoff what I find there ,
Just as long as it resembles food.
Had a little feast this midnight.
A snack or two puts me in the mood.Not quite weird Al, and certainly not autobiographical but I hope that Jack Hicko records it for Youtube and gives me a bit of credit! Good stuff Quizz.  |
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Post by Nonfatman on Sept 22, 2009 15:18:34 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Here you go Jeff....inspired from the original one-liner that might have prompted this thread. It's called Feasts at Midnight. I’m relieved by a pie at midnight
when the wife has gone to bed,
A glass of milk sits on the mantle,
a nice ham roll to keep me fed,
pickled onions, late night TV,
Cheesey biscuits, a piece of tart,
too much curry bloats the body.
I feel queasy – break a fart.
Prompted by the smell of cooking
and some nice roasted meat,
Kitchen bound – I scour the fridge,
looking for some grub to eat.
Me, I’ll sit and scoff what I find there ,
Just as long as it resembles food.
Had a little feast this midnight.
A snack or two puts me in the mood.Not quite weird Al, and certainly not autobiographical but I hope that Jack Hicko records it for Youtube and gives me a bit of credit! That's hilarious, Quizz, great job! It actually reminds me of the children's poet, Shel Silverstein, who did a lot of rhyming poems regarding food, that were very humorous and satirical, including one called Sarah Cynthia Stout, or something like that. Now I've got to come up with one..... Jeff |
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Post by Michael Crowe on Sept 24, 2009 0:12:05 GMT -5
Take your favorite Tull song, and rewrite the lyrics as a spoof. Pat, you can start.... ;D Jeff Here you go Jeff....inspired from the original one-liner that might have prompted this thread. It's called Feasts at Midnight. I’m relieved by a pie at midnight
when the wife has gone to bed,
A glass of milk sits on the mantle,
a nice ham roll to keep me fed,
pickled onions, late night TV,
Cheesey biscuits, a piece of tart,
too much curry bloats the body.
I feel queasy – break a fart.
Prompted by the smell of cooking
and some nice roasted meat,
Kitchen bound – I scour the fridge,
looking for some grub to eat.
Me, I’ll sit and scoff what I find there ,
Just as long as it resembles food.
Had a little feast this midnight.
A snack or two puts me in the mood.Not quite weird Al, and certainly not autobiographical but I hope that Jack Hicko records it for Youtube and gives me a bit of credit! Very good. But then there was Catfish Sinking by Deathrow Skull, a tape I happened upon a few years ago. Aquadung: "Stranded on the toilet bowl, Grim situation, I cannot reach the roll hoa - hey Aquadung!" Thin As A Fin: "I hope you don't mind if I spit this one out - I thought it was slaw but it was sour krout. The lemon is peeled, the salmon is pink, I know cause I just threw it up in the sink. So you throw yourself under the wheel, While the band reels off a Reel, And the fat man never knows how it feels. To be thin, as a fin -" Silly yes, but it was a riot. I wish I'd kept that one. The musicianship was actually pretty good too. |
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Post by bobo the monkey on Sept 25, 2009 22:56:46 GMT -5
My roommate and I, in college, thought TOTRARTYTD was a big step down from Minstrel and really had our hearts on a return to form the next year......mind you, SFTW is now one of my favorites and, i think, loaded with brilliant songs...but in snowy Ohio, that year, we sang ourselves to sleep thusly ( all apologies for political incorrectness...we were 19 and crude)
let me bring you-albums no good
to show that I was better than this before
now I sing for celtic queers
exposing your worst folk rock fears
i've written some new awful songs
to make strong men reach for their bongs...
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Post by Nonfatman on Sept 28, 2009 19:50:26 GMT -5
My roommate and I, in college, thought TOTRARTYTD was a big step down from Minstrel and really had our hearts on a return to form the next year......mind you, SFTW is now one of my favorites and, i think, loaded with brilliant songs...but in snowy Ohio, that year, we sang ourselves to sleep thusly ( all apologies for political incorrectness...we were 19 and crude) let me bring you-albums no good to show that I was better than this before now I sing for celtic queers exposing your worst folk rock fears i've written some new awful songs to make strong men reach for their bongs... I could see how you would initially have viewed SFTW negatively after having witnessed the likes of TAAB and APP. SFTW was so different, a fresh sound for Tull that took some time getting used to, especially songs like Jack-in-the-Green, Pibroch and Hunting Girl, but as you say, it has since achieved the highest ranks in most of our Tull pantheons. I remember when SFTW came out, listing to the WPLJ deejays discussing how it was so much better than TOTRNR. But I personally have always loved Too Old because I've always felt it was one of Tull's quirkiest and most unique albums, with a lot of interesting musical and lyrical flourishes, and at times sounding almost like an acoustic solo album. Also, it was the first brand new Tull album that was released after I discovered Tull, so it holds a special place in my heart. Jeff |
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Post by Nonfatman on Sept 28, 2009 20:07:50 GMT -5
In Brandeis University, one of my best friends, Neil, was in the dorm room next to mine. At the time, he was a bulky, weightlifting Elvis Costello fanatic, a super-bright guy with a very creative mind and an artist as well. (After college he went through a pot-smoking hippie phase and was enamored with the Grateful Dead, and later, after the death of his father, he became ultra-orthodox and has since emigrated to Israel.) Anyway, he would be blasting Elvis every chance he could, on his speakers which had very powerful woofers -- either that or he turned the bass way up -- so that the walls of my room would always be reverberating with the thud of early Elvis Costello music. I, likewise, would constantly blast Tull, and the two of us would make fun of each other's respective hereos, me imitating Elvis's guttural singing and Neil mocking Ian's vibrato vocals. Anyway, Neil used to make up alternative names for Tull songs, most of which I've forgotten, but one that stands out is 'Obese Equines.'
Jeff
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2009 19:21:06 GMT -5
I've been experimenting with using this one line throughout the entire TAAB. It works. Try it.
I really don't mind if you sit this one out, really don't mind if you sit this one out.
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......but don't wait for me if anyone else wants to go first 
