Daft Punk – Harder better faster stronger FreeFly

This should have been in the comments to the last post but there is a length restriction on comments.

Daft Punk – Harder better faster stronger

<Lots of instrumental intro>

Worrk it make it do it makes us
harder better faster stronger
more than power hour never
ever after work is over

work it make it do it makes ups
harder better faster stronger
work it harder make it faster better stronger
more than ever aftert hafeter nefevrer over

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more tn thqaw efe after
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makes us rtewstinfgreg

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worj it haewrdse  makes us stringer

miore than evfe r hour after houres work is never over

got to work it harder makes us
never over
do it makes us
our work is never over

makes us string
hour after over
fdo it fastgre maes us fdstrionger out work is nrevcefr over

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work it hatrder
do it afaster
more htan ever
our worjk kias neevef over
more thatn evwer our wotrk is never over.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Fly, On the

Sitting here at home on a Saturday night with glass splinters in my fingers and possibly in or around my eye, I thought I’d listen to some Roxette on Chris G’s laptop when I realised I should try and pick the chords. I got Meals’ git and worked through it. I tried to sing it without the music first to see if I could do it blind when I realised I didn’t know any of the words so I opened Notepad and pressed play…

…and I think I’ve invented a new game. I have called it FreeFlying but other people may have already invented it and called it something else. It’s like freestyling and adlib-ing, but less creative. It’s a bit like Guitar Hero but can be done with other things, not just songs and guitar.

What you do is set something off, then you have to do something that follows the first thing, and see how well you can keep with it.

So for instance, I would press play on the Roxette song, and while it’s playing, try and type out the lyrics in Notepad without pausing the song. If it’s a song that you have heard once, or not even at all, then all the more fun. This time around, I did pretty well, since I’ve heard the song a bit. But I would love to see a someone try Informer, by Snow, especially if they haven’t heard it yet. Hardest difficulty on Guitar Hero? Pffft.

Try lyric FreeFlying and post your raw results in the comments or link to it on your own blog.

The Trouble With R’n'B

by MC Woody.

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I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to do you harm.
I never meant to make you cry.
All I want is to be in your arms.

I know I’ve made mistakes.
I know I’ve been a fool.
I know now down deep in my heart
Jumping off the roof is not cool.(Oh baby I…)

I’m sorry baby. (I’m sorry ba-by.)
For landing on you. (Landing on top of you-oo-ooh.)
I jumped off the roof. (Cos I thought it was cool.)
Now what should I do? (What can I do-oo-ooh?)

What should I do?
What should I do?<fadeout>
What should I do?(I don’t know what I should do)
What should I do?(maybe I should call the ambulance..)

“Mitsubishi Magna”

by Simon.

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<verse 1>
Sharon
Ryan.
Please consider.
Take a
Ride in
My Mitsubishi Magna

<chorus>
It’s grey
It’s square
and it’s 2.4 litre

It can Go a Hundred miles and hour
(Tops)

<verse 2>
Nothing
Beats the
Smell of carseat leather.
Too bad
My car
Doesn’t come with a leather
(bridge)
Seat option.

(verse 3 instrumental)

It’s grey
It’s square
and it’s 2.4 litre

It can Go a Hundred miles and hour

<big finish>

Interesting (or not) fact about me #8.

Back in 1999, I had the pleasure of going to a Slyboots gig at the Arthouse in Melbourne where I saw 9 crazy cats, cramped onto a tiny pub stage, do their punk-ska thing. I was in adolescent heaven. The next gig I saw them at they were supported by another punk-ska band that called themselves Commissioner Gordon. Their guitarist was a girl named Sharon Ryan.

“The sidekick”

by Simon
(normal tuning)
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.
E                  G
He was just a boy
E       G
Of 16 years
E                              G
But with his cape and spandex undies he’s
E                  G
Facing all his fears

<Chorus>
E              B                    A      B
He always gets the all the corny lines
E                    B                        A               B
And unlike our star gets knocked out half the time
E                     B
He’s not quite a hero
E                       B
He’s more than a zero
A<strum>
He kicks

On the side

Where would the caped crusader be
Without his boy wonder
And Buffy all alone
Is just a teenage blunder

He always gets the all the corny lines
And unlike our star gets knocked out half the time
He’s not quite a hero
He’s more than a zero
He kicks
(On the) side

“Girls on Bikes”

by Simon.

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E          F              A        B
Girls on bikes they ride beside me
E          F       A     B
Got no fear of taffic jams.
E       F             A       B
Up so high their sitting pretty
E           F       A     B
Passing by the taxi stand.

C                    B
If I should slow down
C                                 D
Then maybe they might stick around

E     B          A    B
Go riiiiiiiiing your bell
E    A/B       E    A/B
Scream and yell
E             F    A
Tell me to get the hell
B               E    F A B
Out of your way.

“Blood Test”

by MC Woody. Performed by Polly Darton.

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<verse1>
Today the doctor sat me down
Told me all the facts.
Asked me to take off my shirt.
Told me to relax.

Explained what he was gonna do.
How everything was fine.
How the whole procedure worked.
To give me peace of mind.

<chorus>
Doctor.
Doctor I agree.
Your words have
convinced me totally.
That this is
just how it should be.
So doctor
put your pointy thing in me.

<verse2>
Well after he had done the deed
Part of me felt sore.
A part of me felt violated.
Another wanted more.

He sent me on my merry way.
With a lolly pop to suck.
But I could still feel the place
Where his pointy thing had stuck.

Doctor.
Doctor I agree.
Your words have
convinced me totally.
That this is
just how it should be.
So doctor
put your pointy thing in me.

So doctor
put your pointy thing in me.

Fudge Packer (the musical)

by MC Woody.

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The Fudge Packer sits in the fudge factory. Packing the fudge for the world.
The fudge it gets packed by the fudge packing man. Fudge packed for packed-fudge-loving boys and girls.
If there’s fudge to pack you can bet your sweet fudge. The Fudge Packer’s packing it right.
The fudge packing Fudge Packer won’t stop fudge packing till all of the fudge is fudge packed for the night.

Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer .
Pack some fudge for me.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Would you
Pack the fudge of my whole family.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer.
Pack the fudge all day.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer .
Fudge pack my cares away.

When I was young, the fudge packing man would come into town and stay,
And while in town, we would gather around and listen to the Fudge Packer say.
“If you need your fudge packed then I am your man. No packer packs fudge more than I.
If you want your fudge packed quick as you can. I’ll have your fudge fudge-packed, in the blink of an eye.”

Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer .
Pack some fudge for me.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Would you
Pack the fudge of my whole family.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer.
Pack the fudge all day.
Oh, Fuuudge Packer. Fuuudge Packer .
Fudge pack my cares away.

Interesting (or not) fact about me #7.

I just bought new work shoes. The ankle of the left shoe digs into my skin so when when I walk I get a blister. The latest one just popped and I like blondes..er..