PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I've waited five hours in line, watching the girls just coming and going in dresses that look just like mine 'till my number is finally called. When I walk in the room? There's a table of men. Always men, usually gay...who've been sitting, like I have, and listening all day to two hundred girls belting as high as they can.

I am a good person. I'm an attractive person. I am a talented person.

...Grant me grace.

{{Ala Jason Robert Brown's The Last 5 Years, aka Cathy's canon. I HAD TO DO IT.}}

Uh.

Someone wanna explain why Curtis Mayfield's tunes are following me around like some sorta freaky theme music? It ain't happening now, but I was slaying tonight and it happened enough to make me think some weird ass shit was going down, 'specially since my name ain't Superfly, Claudine, or Coffy.

Who's the black slayer chick
That's a sex machine to all the dick?
Wood!
Nikki Wood!
You're damn right...

[ooc: omg, have failed like 5 times with this post. SHAFT! Welcome to Blaxploitation 101.]

Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip

Something's here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

[ooc: Jack's obsession.]

[ooc: backdated to just before noon. Comments open to switching to songs mid-conversation if anyone wants!]

I saw a really great hutch/side board thingy (a buffet, I think they call it?) for my dining room today while shopping. It was super cheap and it matched the table like it was made for it, so I couldn't resist buying it.

Seems lame to buy stuff for my house and not be staying there, so I think it's probably time to go home now. Don't want to wear out my welcome. ;)

Please don't freak out, De

A lady loves expensive clothes
and pretty jewels and furs and french chapeaus
she loves her lingerie in black
it suits her zodiac

Loves a penthouse where she'll be content to stay
finds little gifts on her breakfast tray
but now and then pack and sail away
for a simple Riveria holiday

A lady loves beaucoup l'amour
but first of all she loves to be secure
and she adores the subtle phrase
that it's the man who pays

Yet there is one vital thought she will place above
all the things I mention of
that most of all a lady loves to love!

[ooc: A Lady Loves from I Love Melvin]

Why are there so many
Of us just singing?
What kind of drugs are we on?
Musicals are lame
Unless you're a babe
Or a dude who can't get a hard-on.

[ooc: >.> Rainbow Connection]

So I say if I can't, do something significant
I'll opt to leave most opportunities wasted
And nothing trivial, that life could give me will
Measure up to what might have replaced it

Too late look, my date book
Is packed full of days that were empty and now gone
And I bet, that regret
Will prove to get me to improve in the long run

[More Than Useless - Relient K]

Faded pictures on the wall
It's like they're talking to me
Disconnecting your call
Your phone don't even ring
I gotta get out
Or figure this shit out
It's too close for comfort

[OOC: Disturbia - Rihanna.]

A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of cain
Right here inside


( ooc:Depeche Mode-Barrel of A Gun )

As some day it may happen that a villain must be found,
I've got a little list I've got a little list
Of society's repeat offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed who never would be missed!
They're the pesky individuals that escape from their jail cells
All criminals with flimsy plans who can't execute them well
Every Clown who stands around to monolouge to death
The copy-cats who crop up be-fore we can catch our breaths
And all the metahumans who've ever got me pissed
They'd none of 'em be missed they'd none of 'em be missed!

She's got 'em on the list she's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed they'll none of 'em be missed.

There's the demons down the street, and the others of their kind,
And nosferatu in their midsts, I've got them on the list!
And thugs out on the streets who try to shank you from behind
They never would be missed they never would be missed!
Then the psychopath who utters, with laughter in his voice,
I'm going to change your life, and you don't have a choice;
And the inmate from the asylum, his name is Jervis Tetch
And he doesn't seem to care when he's rather hard to fetch
And that singular anomaly, that somehow bests Batman's wit
I don't think he'd be missed I'm sure he'd not he missed!

She's got him on the list she's got him on the list;
And I don't think he'll be missed I'm sure he'll not be missed!

And the villain of the week, who just now is getting old
That one demon that hissed, I've got him on the list!
All magic doers, warlocks, Wiccan dabblers far too bold
They'd none of 'em be missed they'd none of 'em be missed.
And overconfident psychos of an apocalyptic sort,
You know the ones who sit around drinking blood in by the quart
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
For all around are heroes here and we have jobs to do
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed they'd none of 'em be missed!

[ooc: Going to pretend I didn't clobber this together at 4am. Here! Sing along with Stewie! nsfw. Original credit to Gilbert and Sullivan. Good night >.>]

The internet is really, really great!
For porn!
I've got a fast connection so I don't have to wait!
For porn!
There's always some new site!
For porn!
I browse all day and night!
For porn!
It's like I'm surfing at the speed of light!
For porn!

The internet is for porn, the internet is for porn! Why do you think the net was born? Porn, porn, porn, porn!

[ooc: The Internet is for Porn!]

I run, I fall, what ripped away, check my body
Was it body or soul
The darkness fades, fades to light
Disappearing now, disappears from the night

And all these nightmares I once had as a child
The morning always came, it came too late
What did my mind forget, forget to hide
Could the nightmare be awake, I don't know

In or out, up or down, never know its an illusion
Round and round, on and on, every day spins my confusion

Not again, not again, not again, this dream I can't awake
What is real, what is real, what is real, it's getting hard for me to take
What I need, what I need, what I need, a little somethin' I rely
And the white sugar gently hides me

Oh the sweet sugar saves me, it's the room that confines me...

[ooc: To the tune of Tender Sugar, by Melissa Williamson]

It really doesn't make much difference
Everything I say makes no sense

I'm happy just as long as I can see that girl

....Bop a dad, a da, a da

[Undertones - See That Girl]

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

[ooc: Linkin Park: Leave Out All Rest]

Is it a sin to seek the truth, the truth beneath the rose?
Pray with me so I will find the gate to Heaven's door
I believed it would justify the means
It had a hold over me

The field of my dreams
Deceived all I have seen
Forgive me for what I have been
Forgive me my sins

[Filtered to Serra]
I'm hoping, I'm praying
I won't get lost between two hearts
Follow a sin
The truth lies in between

[Filtered to Jacen]

How can blood be your salvation
And justify the pain
That we have caused throughout the times

Will I learn what's truly sacred
Will I redeem my soul
Will truth set me free

Blinded to see
The cruelty of the beast
Here is the darkest side of me

[ooc: Within Temptation - Truth Beneath the Rose]

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's always there

Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark


When I'm walking a dark road

[ooc: origonal lyrics Iron Maden's Fear of the Dark]

Pardon me, can I ask a question? Because if I can ask a question, I
want to know whether this singing is normal, I'd appreciate
your answers very much, I mean you must have lots of better things
to do, but none of this is normal guys, remember normal, you know,
the thing none of us can be, no offence, because I wouldn't insult
anyone as wonderful as we are--

Thank you all
For the help and the answers,
Thank you all,
Now it's back to the dancers,
What the hell,
Oh help, I can't stop singing broadway!

[ooc: Getting Married Today- Company OST]

Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now God knows,
Anything goes!

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes!

The world has gone mad today
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
When most guys today
That women prize today
Are just silly gigolos
And though I'm not a great romancer
I know that I'm bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes!

When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo's,
Anything Goes!

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros,
Anything Goes!

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes!


[ooc: Anything Goes, from the musical of the same name by Cole Porter.]

I've been having a weird weird day
Tell me I'm not the only one to feel this way
I've felt like this before!
We all have back at home.
That didn't exactly go so well.
Our souls we might have to sell.
What now can we do?
I think we really should quite care.
We should tell them to beware,
I'm still not wearing underwear.

[to the tune of the Parking Ticket song from the original Once More with Feeling!]

Look at me,
And tell me who I am.
Why I am
What I am.

Call me a fool,
And it's true I am.
I don't know
Who I am.

It's such a shame,
I'm such a sham.
No one knows
Who I am.

Am I the face of the future?
Am I the face of the past?
Am I the one who must finish last?

Look at me,
And tell me who I am,
Why I am
What I am.

Will I survive?
Who will give a damn,
If no one knows
Who I am?

Nobody knows -
Not even you -
No one knows who I am...

[ooc: No One Knows Who I Am from the musical Jekyell & Hyde]