[Mini Task #2] Oh how I love you

Mini Task #2

Every housemate has the option of writing a 'love song' for any other housemate. You can do whatever you want to 'win your love'. Up to 3 points will be awarded based on creativity (and if they fall for you ).

This will be the last mini task for this week. Again, all points will be added to your weekly end score as with the other mini task.

And also, as with the other mini-task, please keep your work in this thread. Thanks.


~ James

 

Oh snap.

I assume you mean for us to corrupt perfectly good love songs into horrendous renditions? Because while I can actually tell the difference between a full note and a half note(the half note is shorter.. by half) Actually composing is probably a bit beyond me.

Maybe.

Or we could just make ***** up and then insult comet which is pretty much the established modus operandi around here right?

 

I assume you mean for us to corrupt perfectly good love songs into horrendous renditions? Because while I can actually tell the difference between a full note and a half note(the half note is shorter.. by half) Actually composing is probably a bit beyond me.

Nah, not really. You could do that. You can make something up. You can make an e-card. You can record a very badly sung song. Anything, really. But whatever works for you.


~ James

 

OH I can definately record a very badly sung song, the hard part would be recording a well sung song, or even a mildly passably sung song.

 

One last question, not to sound narcissistic, but does it have to be to any other housemate, or can it be to any housemate?


What? I've loved myself far longer and more frequently then I have any of you! hmmm maybe Greg the elder.

 

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Once In Hollywood

I know you, I walked with you
Once in Hollywood
I know you, the brown in your eyes
Is so familiar a sight
But I know it's true
That JCers are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once
In Hollywood

La la la la la la la la la
But I know it's true
That JCers are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once
In Hollywood


(Original song: Once Upon a Dream from Disney?s Sleeping Beauty)
Try singing it

 

MINI TASK #2: An exercise in loving Tracy in 4 parts
by,
Carmenite42

Part I:Cans of Tracy

Cans of Tracy
Cans
Of
Tracy
They are flying through the sky
Oh me oh me oh my
Cans of Tracy are attacking
we have to run
run
run
That is my song for Tracy.

Part II: Freestylin'

Tracy Tracy Bo Bacy
Yo posts are so fly
Yo style's so hip
Won't you be my
Favorite chick(p)
*beatboxes*
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Bannana Fanna Fo Facy
You like them robots
You like droidekas
Bender's cooler than Lobot
You're not paranoideka
*beatboxes*
[image=http://www.bobafettmp.com/Temp/Tracy/PINK_OMG.jpg]
Me my mo Macy
TRACY

Part III: The Bribe (Not to be confused with The Tribe)
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Part IV: Tracy

Tracy
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night

Tracy
You don't have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right

Tracy
You don't have to put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn't talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won't share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once I won't tell you again
It's a bad way

Tracy
You don't have to put on the red light
Tracy
You don't have to put on the red light

 

I wrote this for SoME:

Oh, dearest Smuggler,
I want to be your snuggler.

Looking into your eyes,
I see french fries.

That makes me drool,
Even though you're a fool.

Because I really like food,
So you're a cool dude.

Mini-Me one day, Frodo the next,
Such a change leaves me perplexed.

But that doesn't matter, I don't mind,
I ate an entire melon, including the rind.

Aside from some chicken cordon bleu,
I want nothing more than to be with you.

Because looking into your eyes,
I see french fries.

That makes me drool,
Even though you're a fool.

You can crop those pics,
Now get me a Twix.

You added transparency and a border,
Now I'm hungry, let me place my order.

A large sammich, with fries on the side,
Oh Smuggler, oh Smuggler, be my bride.

Because looking into your eyes,
I see french fries.

That makes me drool,
Even though you're a fool.

Oooooooo, oh yeah, no fool like... yoooooooooouuuuu.

 

One last question, not to sound narcissistic, but does it have to be to any other housemate, or can it be to any housemate?


What? I've loved myself far longer and more frequently then I have any of you! hmmm maybe Greg the elder.

I don't really care, Tay. Do whatever you want, it has to be a housemate. So, you could do yourself. You could swoon yourself with one legged hookers, trips to Mexico, cheap tequila, etc!


~ James

 

omg, Tracy, I am so surprised! your song won my heart!

 

Omg, carmen, you did ME???

I am so flattered!!!!

 

I saw you sitting there alone, all alone
With your hands in your pockets, and your beer all over your cellphone

I dragged my feet, plopped a seat, and ordered a drink

You resembled something close to dead deer poo, but that didn't matter much to me once I had a beer or two.

I wanted to touch you, I wanted to stick my tongue in your ear, I wanted to grope you, and have no fear, any moooooore.

You slapped me in your drunken state but I didn't care, because I knew once I saw your hair we were meant to be... and when I heard you go "teeheehee", I knew there was nothing more to see. I asked you to marry me.

I wanted to touch you, I wanted to stick my tongue in your ear, I wanted to grope you, and have no fear, any mooooore.

We married, we danced, we took off each other's pants, it was true romance. I loved you so darn much, that I can't think of another word that rhymes except for such. Woohoohoooooo

Now, six years down the road, we're still-a married and our story is often told. How a gropefest n' infatuation turned into true love so gold, I'll never know.

But baby, I get to touch you, I get to stick my tongue in your ear, I get to grope you, and I have no fear, because now we're happily married because of beeeeeer. Yea.

And now I've got to give you a handa, because these six years of marriage have been so grand. I love you so much, my love, my love, Jjanda.

[the stuff about the deer has nothing to do with your looks, you're quite the opposite. It just happened to pop into my head. Or out of.]

 

*standing ovation for Farrie*

 

*finds the nearest moderator*

 

*become ar-- wait.

*claps for farrie* yayyyyy!!!! standing obavtion!

And what did yourself think of your love song?

 

Heck, that was enough to give me strong feelings for farry's hand.

 

Yes, it really was quite good.

So sad...

Maybe more toned down...

I can feel what's happening
(What?)
And you don't have a clue
(Who?)
I'm all alone and here's the bottom line
It's me, myself, and ooh..
(Oh.)
The sweet caress of bedsheets
There's pillows everywhere
And with all this romantic atmosphere
There's no one but me here

Can I love myself tonight?
The peace an evening brings
Just love, for one, in perfect harmony
With all its wiggling things

So many days without her
Nobody here to see
Someone on my side tonight? Impossible!
I guess it's up to me

No holding back, no hiding
But what should I decide
To love myself, or wait the uncertainty
that it may just subside

Can I love myself tonight?
The peace an evening brings
Just love, for one, in perfect harmony
With all its wiggling things

Can I love myself tonight?
No need to cruise a bar
Sorting through strangers uncertainties
Hoes are too bizarre.

And if I love myself tonight
It can be assumed
the need will ease, the rest is history
But my palms then must then be groooooomed

There is an original version which apparently makes Tracy excited and Jim feel special love for me. Unfortunately you can absolutely not receive it by sending a self addressed stamped envelope to AIM at tcm1123.

Absolutely not.

 

Yeah, I can't really follow that one...but someone has to...



They were red users, with their black shining threads
Yeah, they were locked in with me, and caused me much dread.
Then coldly they left me to suffer and cry,
Yeah they were red users and posted such sweet lies.

I never knew them but they voted me away
On my knees like a madman, for vengeance I prayed
Till the pain and the anger, destroyed my weak mind
Yeah they were red users, and left the wounded behind.

I searched 'til I found them, then I cursed at the sight
Their sleeping shadows, in the cold monitor light
In the dark morning hours, I placed the gun to their heads
Yeah they were red users, but now they lay dead.

Yodelay-i-hee
Yodelay
Yodelo


//apologies to Dwight Yoakam

 

Can we do love songs to multiple housemates, like, one that we know will reject us and one that won't? Or do we have to pick just one?

 

Seeing as how you're a girl, the only one that would reject you is Comet. And nobody loves him anyways.

 

I'd like to mention I'm more in love with myself now then ever.

bonus points!

 

The Song of My Secret Love

My secret love, she doesnt't even know
About my admiration or how I write her name in the snow.

I give it a shake, and I nod to my work
Then I run quickly home to give it a jerk.
Constantly thinking of you the whole time,
Staring at your profile pics, so sweet and sublime.

Enough of this perversion,
We should make an excursion,
To a seedy back alley dive
I'll even let you drive,

Because I know you'll stay sober, and I'll drink
It'll help you ponder and have time to think
About just how, right when I think you'll thrill me
That in fact it is here and now that you'll kill me!

You've said it youself, this is no time to be coy,
Jjanda_Solo, come murder me, I am your boy toy.

 

SWR, you're so sweet... the song is a little odd, but sweet. you.

Mort, I was ROTFL Very nice. you too, but someday, somewhere in the back alleys of the BB, yes, I must carry out my death threat...

EDIT: Grammatical error... and I'll be back later to post some songs back to you guys...

 

I'm not a great lyricist...I'm better with the music. Well, thanks to French culture and neat software, I present to you: Le Temps des BBers

Music

Lyrics:

When Gregory says how much he adores me
My heart feels so full of love and rapport
But only in dreams.
When I must get out of bed in the morning
I start to feel lonely, Eaglet my dear.
So please tell me you will say that you love me
And always we'll be together in love.

When farraday says lovely things in Latin
I cannot refrain from swooning galore.
It makes me so horny.
I hope that I am able to seduce him
Despite the fact that he's rather a *****.
It matters not much when love is in question,
For linguists may have surprises in store.

My favorite love is not eligible for this lovely task,
But nevermind that. It's Sophie Marceau.
I may have stolen this song from those Frenchies
But they'll never steal Sophie from my heart.
For when it comes down to fighting or conflict
Those Frenchies will wave their white flags away.

I may not be good at rhyme or poetics
But I understand the meaning of love;
The love of Big Brother.
His sexy mustache always does enchant me
And it's very hot how he's a voyeur.
Perhaps I'm too young to stay in this game
But my love could live on in Big Brother four!