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Post by Angelina_Johnson on Jan 24, 2002 15:26:15 GMT -5
Cool Suzy. Yeah how long does it take you?
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Post by Red <Avantgarden Gnome> on Jan 25, 2002 2:09:11 GMT -5
Am I that big of a slimewad? *earlier thoughts of writing Snape's solo to the tune of Ursula's song from Little Mermaid evaporate* You're NOT a slimewad. It happened to fit and rhyme and stuff....*shrug* Please write a Snape solo, Pweeze?! *puppy dog eyes* How long it takes me? Well, if I already have the idea and the actual words, then not hardly long at all. If I have to sit there and think of one just 'cause I want to be entertaining to you people then, upwards of a half an hour.
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Post by Magic_Oli on Jan 26, 2002 8:55:34 GMT -5
We need some more songs... The Weasleys song (to flinstones) Weasleys Meet the weasleys they're the super poor family They live, in the burrow, and they are a really kind family Its awful, I just made it up
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Post by Angelina_Johnson on Feb 1, 2002 7:36:03 GMT -5
It's not that bad.
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Post by En on Feb 2, 2002 15:24:58 GMT -5
VOLDEMORT: Well, come closer, Professor Quirrel. You mustn't lurk in doorways. It's rude.
QUIRREL: L-l-l-l-ord Vo-vo-voldemort...
VOLDEMORT: I know why you're here and I haven't got time to listen to you stammer. You want to be strong, confident, in control. Yes?
QUIRREL: Y-y-y-y-y...
VOLDEMORT: Of course you do. The only way to get what you want... is to share my power with me. By taking me into your body.
QUIRREL: W-w-w-w-w-would you d-d-d-d-do that?
VOLDEMORT: My dear Professor Quirrel, of course I would. We can help each other, you know.
Well you know that in the past I've been a nasty. There's a reason that my name means "Flight of Death." Though I've seen some better days, I think I've got some ways To help you while you help me catch my breath. You! Yes!
And I fortunately know some potent magic, Some old spells that I know better than the rest, Spells to twist and break and bend the spells the good intend To use to keep the world as they think best...
Poor unfortunate souls They hurt and bleed, For they think that simple nature Is the "way that things should be." Should we accept it? No, indeed. Those poor unfortunate souls It's sad, but true, They are willing to be mortal When they could be so much more Do I know how much? Yes, I do.
Now of course we can't all be Lords of immortality And I'm afraid that, for the sake of higher goals, I've had to pick my friends And send the others to their ends. Oh, those poor unfortunate souls.
VOLDEMORT: Have we got a deal?
QUIRREL: If I g-g-g-g-give my b-b-b-b-body to you... what will h-h-h-h-h-happen to m-m-m-m....
VOLDEMORT: You’ll have new power, new confidence. You'll lose your stammer. Ha, you'll know more about the Dark Arts than any pathetic little Hogwarts teacher ever has. So you might have to do things my way while I'm sharing your flesh. Life’s full of tough choices, isn’t it?
QUIRREL: B-b-b-b-but when you're b-b-b-b-back to f-f-f-f-full power....
VOLDEMORT: Then I'll be done with you.
QUIRREL: {Terrified} D-d-d-d-d-one with me?
VOLDEMORT: That's right, Quirrel. Then we'll go our separate ways.
QUIRREL: You d-d-d-d-d-don't mean....
VOLDEMORT: {Quickly smothers an evil look} Oh, I'm sure you'll keep your poise, your confidence. Don't underestimate the importance of experience...
While with me you will have let me speak with your voice You'll have seen the kind of power I've worked for Oh, yes, once you've worked for me I know that you will see What to {sly look} do next in the service of your Lord....
Come on then! You know you want to lose your bloody stammer. You know you want to learn my darkest arts. You know you've got to stick with me To taste true immortality So now just let me in your body and we'll start!
Come on, you poor unfortunate soul Go ahead, make your choice So you're giving up a little, but just think of what you'll get! Magic! Power! Glory! And a stronger voice!
You poor unfortunate soul! It’s sad, but true If you want my help, you'll help me. Now what choices have you got? You could go through life a teacher, Or be done with all that rot! Wormtail, Nagini, I’ve got him now! The boss in on a roll! Come on, you poor unfortunate soul! [/i][/color]
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Post by Red <Avantgarden Gnome> on Feb 2, 2002 16:26:24 GMT -5
ROTFLMEAO!!!
Wouldn't you just hate it if you had a stammer? I noticed that's the thing that sent Quirrel right over the edge. I love it man!
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Post by Leia Skye on Feb 5, 2002 20:04:36 GMT -5
((( ;DCHORTLE ;D))) aww, nialle...i luv you! you are so wondrous! i wish i could post what i have so far for songs...i have like 6 but i havent finished any of them! they're all quite beautiful though! i promise! ;D
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Post by Red <Avantgarden Gnome> on Feb 6, 2002 4:29:28 GMT -5
I think we need another one. I have an idea...
Sung to the tune of Masquerade from The Phantom of the Opera-
[It is the Yule Ball a la the fourth book. Fudge, dressed in formal bowler hat, had rather nervously bumped into Dumbledore.]
Fudge- Oops! [turns to realize it's our favourite headmaster] *sings* Dear Albus, what a splendid party!
Dumbledore- *sings* The prologue to a bright new year!
Fudge- Quite a night! I'm impressed!
Dumbledore- Well, one does one's best...
Fudge/Dumbledore- [raising their glasses] Here's to Hogwarts!
Fudge- I must say all the same, it's a shame "He Who Must Not Be Named" did not appear! *laughs*
[The students and teachers make their way out to the garden. There is an air of hushed excitement. It is, after all, the students first real ball.]
Whole School- *sings* Yule Ball! Time for one and time for all. Yule Ball! Leave your cares and your dark dreams behind you!
Yule Ball! Try to dance and not to fall. Yule Ball! Look around, find a partner to define you!
Flash of mauve. Splash of puce. Butterbeer. Pumpkin juice. Green and red. Yellow, blue. Trace of rouge. Cleansweep 2.
Faces... Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round. in an inhuman race. Eye of gold. Thigh of blue. True is false. What to do? Curl of lip. Swirl of gown. Every smile, Not a frown. Faces...
Drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light, in the sound.
Hermione/Krume- But who cares for the race...?
Whole School Chorus- Yule Ball! Grinning yellows, spinning reds. Yule Ball! Take your fill-- let the spectacle astound you!
Yule Ball! Burning glances, Turning heads. Yule Ball! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
[Peter Pettigrew lurks in the shadows stage left. He is keeping an eye on Harry like a nervous leapord would a gnu.]
Pettigrew- *sings* Yule Ball. Seething shadows, Breathing lies. Yule Ball. *thinking of Lupin* I can't fool any friend who ever knew me!
[essense of Voldemort near Pettigrew, causes Peter to jump nearly literally out of his skin.]
Voldemort- *singing* Yule Ball. Leering satyrs, Peering eyes. Yule Ball. [quietly to Harry] You can hide- but I will still persue thee.
[ensemble activity becomes background as Ron, Hermione, Krum, Harry, Dumbledore, and Fudge come to the fore. All sing in turn.]
Ron- *bored already* What a night.
Krum- What a crowd.
Dumbledore- Makes you glad.
Fudge- Makes you proud! All the houses close again!
Harry- *eyeing the Slytherins* Watching us watching them.
Hermione/Krum- And all our hopes are dead ahead!
Dumbledore- Half a term...
Fudge- Of relief!
Hermione- Of delight!
Ron- Of Quidditch practice!
Harry- *clutches scar* And I don't feel so good...
Ron- *ecstatic* No more books!
Hermione- *sadly* No more notes.
Fudge- *raising his glass* Here's a health!
Dumbledore- *pulling out some cooked bread* Here's a toast!
Fudge- *ignoring him, as per usual* To a prosperous year!
Harry- [to Ron] What funny noises do you hear?
Ron/Hermione- I hear Silence. Why, do you?
Fudge- Half a term!
Dumbledore- What a joy!
Krum- What a change.
[Pettigrew and Voldemort slink off. Harry's noises stop]
Harry- What a bloody relief!
All- And what a Yule Ball!
Whole School Chorus- Yule Ball! Time for one and time for all. Yule Ball! Leave your cares and your dark dreams behind you!
Yule Ball! Try to dance and not to fall. Yule Ball! Look around, find a partner to define you!
Yule Ball! Burning glances, Turning heads. Yule Ball! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!
Yule Ball! Grinning yellows, spinning reds. Yule Ball! Take your fill-- let the spectacle astound you---!
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Post by hermione4 on Feb 6, 2002 9:20:55 GMT -5
WOW! How do you all come up with these? I espesially like 'Maskarade' from Phantom of the Opera (I saw the play for my Bday last year, I'm just a little "Phantom" obsessed). My brother and I have made a few HP oriented songs from Genisis (the band Phil Colins used to be in), but they're not Broadway. Oh well...*thoughts of Hermione and Krume singing 'Think of Me' from Phantom of the Opera stirring in her head*
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Post by Calavera Diablos on Feb 8, 2002 0:53:16 GMT -5
Ok, I finally attempted this. Sung to the tune of "Freddy My Love" from Grease.
"Sevie my Love" [ Calavera and several other girls from different houses are all congregated in a room. On the wall, a large banner reads "SEVERUS SNAPE FANCLUB".]
SSFC member: Cally, you're so lucky you get potions from him! I wish I were a werewolf... Calavera: It's not like I can talk to him or anything when I'm transformed, he's always in his locked office anyway. Other SSFC member: What would you say to him if you could?
Cally: Se-vie my love I miss you more than- words can say
Fan Club: Ah-ah-ah-ah
Cally: Se-vie my love Please throw a glance o-ver my way
Fan Club: Oh- yeah- ohh-
Cally: A flaming from you can make the day- so much be-tter- A crack about my hair- or may-be my sweater-
Fan Club: Woo- Ahh-
Cally: Draco Malfoy couldn't have sa-id it- much be-tter Se-vie my love
Cally and Fan Club: Se-vie my Love Se-vie my Love Se-vie my Lo-ove- (repeat)
Cally: Se-vie you know Your ab-sence makes me- feel so blue
Fan Club: So-o-o blue-
Cally: That's o-kay though Your po-tions make me think of you
Fan Club: Sure- they do-
Cally: My bro will have a heart at-tack when he catches- those wolf-bane chasers- in the black- cry-stal glass-es-
Fan Club: Ohh- wah-
Cally: Oh how I wish I had con-trol- over my tran-ces Se-vie my love
Cally and Fan Club: Se-vie my love Se-vie my love Se-vie my lo-ove- (repeat)
Cally: Don't keep your- in-sults from me- I cher-ish- ev-'ry line Your hair is- kinda scu-mmy- but hon-ey- that's no crime
Fan Club: Hey la hey la hey la hey la
Cally: Your ey-es are- an-ger misted- Your hands- are- dou-ble fist-ed- They say you're- really gift-ed- but you're twisted- I don't mind Oh- oh- oh oh-
Fan Club: Ohh ohh ohh ohh
Cally: Se-vie you'll see I will be nor-mal- come what may-
Fan Club: Se-vie my lo-ove-
Cally: And I won't turn in-to- a were-wolf- every- day-
Fan Club: Se-vie I'm yours- oh yeah- uh huh-
Cally: Think-ing a-bout it- my hearts poun-ding al-read-y- Know-ing when I come back- we-re bound-to go stead-y-
Fan Club: ooh- ohh- ohh- wah
Cally: Throw your newt li-vers- a-round- like con-fet-ti- Se-vie my love
Cally and Fan Club: Se-vie my love Se-vie my love Se-vie my lo-ove- (repeat)
Fan Club: Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh-
Cally: Se-vie my Love!
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Post by En on Feb 8, 2002 11:24:50 GMT -5
*wipes tear of laughter from eye*
OMG, Cally, that was hysterical... "Your hair is- kinda scu-mmy- but hon-ey- that's no crime" BWAAAAA-HHHHAAAAA-hooooooo, hooooooo, heeeeee.... ;D
Hey, can we do non-musical songs? Cuz I can think of a few that would be hilarious....
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Post by Red <Avantgarden Gnome> on Feb 8, 2002 22:20:03 GMT -5
Go for it. I have fried brain syndrom right now anyways.
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Post by Jet Black on Feb 9, 2002 6:44:26 GMT -5
You guys are SO talented! ;D ;D
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Post by Red <Avantgarden Gnome> on Feb 20, 2002 3:43:17 GMT -5
So, my little sisters called and reminded me of this song and I just couldn't resist. I know, I'm sick. *hangs head*
Sung to the tune of Hakuna Matata from The Lion King-
[Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy are teaching young Draco the ropes of deatheaterhood]
Voldemort- *sings* Avada Kedavra! What a wonderful curse
Lucius- *sings* Avada Kedavra. Can't do any worse
Voldemort- We're unforgivable for the rest of our days.
Voldemort/Lucius- It's our morals-free philosophy. Avada Kedavra!
Lucius- Why, when he was a young Hogwart.
Voldemort- When I was a young Hogwart!
Lucius- He found his destiny with a certain basilisk He could clear the school of Mudbloods But it was a frightful risk
Voldemort- I'm only half blood Though I am Slytherin But my intimate friends Knew I stood to win
Voldemort- But oh, the shame!
Lucius- He was ashamed!
Voldemort- Thought of changing my name!
Lucius- You Must Not Be Named!
Voldemort- Every time that it hit. And I felt like --
Lucius- Hey Master, *points to Draco* not in front of the kid.
Voldemort- Oh, sorry.
All- Avada Kedavra What a wonderful phrase Avada Kedavra Ain't no passing craze Annihilation In a flash of green haze It's our Muggle-free philosophy Avada Kedavra Avada Kedavra, etc.
[Voldemort, Lucius, and Draco draw their wands, form a conga line and exit, chanting]
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Post by Chris_Valentine on Feb 20, 2002 8:38:32 GMT -5
*tries to stifle laughter, but fails miserably* This is great Suz! I don't know how you come up with these, but I know I can't. You're really creative.
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