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Post by Bob on Sept 23, 2009 22:27:23 GMT -5
I want to design a photo shoot around a few of the lyrics in a dark song or poem. I'm talking Poe dark not "slasher" dark.
any of you writers got something for me??
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Post by Justin Thyme on Sept 24, 2009 8:02:15 GMT -5
I've always liked these Leon Payne lyrics for some reason: You know that little girl next door mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Don't tell me that she's dead mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking up a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench
mama
Then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
Oh mama, why don't you get up? Here's the background on the song. |
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Post by el Gusano on Sept 24, 2009 8:16:43 GMT -5
Dark and lonely on the summer night.
Kill my landlord...kill my landlord.
Watchdog barking, do he bite?
Kill my landlord...kill my landlord.
Slip in his winda', break his neck.
Then his house I start to wreck.
Got no reason, what the heck?
Kill my landlord. Kill my landlord...
C-I-L-L
My land-lord.
"Images" by Tyrone Green
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Post by Warkitty on Sept 24, 2009 8:55:24 GMT -5
Hmm, I seem to remember that poem being recited on a tape...
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Post by el Gusano on Sept 24, 2009 13:34:27 GMT -5
I think it was Garrett Morris on SNL, although originally written by Tyrone Green. Tyrone did a lot of stuff like that: "Kill my landlord, kill him dead, put a bullet, in his head". It might have been Fridays and Eddie Murphy, but I don't think so.
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Post by emanon on Sept 24, 2009 15:17:18 GMT -5
I think it was Garrett Morris on SNL, although originally written by Tyrone Green. Tyrone did a lot of stuff like that: "Kill my landlord, kill him dead, put a bullet, in his head". It might have been Fridays and Eddie Murphy, but I don't think so. I am thinking it was Eddie Murphy, but on SNL. Not positive. He did Gumby on SNL, didn't he? |
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Post by Jay on Sept 24, 2009 15:26:30 GMT -5
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Post by BlackFox on Sept 25, 2009 8:11:18 GMT -5
Yep, it was Eddie Murphy on SNL. Looking through the bars as he said it.
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Post by BlackFox on Sept 25, 2009 8:20:39 GMT -5
Just a photo of a man with an arm knawed off would be quite appropriate for this offing from the Vogons.
Oh freddled gruntbuggley, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles, or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!
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Post by Bob on Sept 25, 2009 9:22:51 GMT -5
it may be me but made me laugh..
thanks everyone, keep em coming. (so far I have a favorite but lets see if someone can give me something better)
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Post by Felix on Sept 25, 2009 9:48:35 GMT -5
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - "Do not go gentle into that good night" by Dylan Thomas. |
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Post by cheffey on Sept 25, 2009 14:42:09 GMT -5
Nice one Felix, made me think of Hawthorne's Young Goodman Brown.
“Well, she’s a blessed angel on earth; and after this one night, I’ll cling to her skirts and follow her to Heaven”
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Post by Bob on Sept 25, 2009 21:55:24 GMT -5
OK now remember the object is to take a few lines from a poem/song and create a photo shoot around it. You guys are mostly on the right track so far the best one has been emailed but number two is here.
you guys are good, creepy but that's a good thing here .[grin]
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Post by pictureman on Sept 26, 2009 6:44:03 GMT -5
On second thought, "The Congo" may be a little too "dark".
Deleted it.
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Post by MSwafford on Sept 28, 2009 6:53:20 GMT -5
There once was a man from Nantucket...
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Post by gridbug on Sept 28, 2009 7:50:00 GMT -5
On candystripe legs spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
and there is nothing I can do when i realize with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
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Post by lisachu on Sept 28, 2009 7:56:20 GMT -5
On candystripe legs spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evening sun
Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom
and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
and there is nothing I can do when i realize with fright
that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight WIN! |
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Post by meaves on Sept 28, 2009 15:25:14 GMT -5
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Post by LimitedRecourse on Sept 28, 2009 15:26:09 GMT -5
I like dark.
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Post by LimitedRecourse on Sept 28, 2009 15:30:02 GMT -5
The Myth
Smell the stench, foulest foul!
Hear the wolves begin to howl.
Here She comes, as free as the wind!
But many things we cannot comprehend.
Her eyes are hollow, shapeless to form.
Her words affect you like a storm!
Should we fear, or is this a myth?
Surely, I know not YOUR fear of Death!
LR, circa 1980
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