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The Song Name Situation Game
Posted by Epicharis • 7/07/09 • Subscribe to this Discussion [RSS] • Report This Topic
Topics: fun, game, music
How to play:
1. Turn on your radio or Mp3 player or whatever music-making device you have available to you and make note of the song playing.
2. Write the name of the song here.
3. The next person takes the name of the song and creates a situation out of it for the previous poster.
4. Then they post their own song title.
EXAMPLE:
I turn on my Mp3 player and get 'Don't Let Go' by En Vogue
The next person writes something along the lines of "Siuil is hanging from the edge of a cliff having been chased by a pack of genetically modified squirrels."
etc.
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Ok, to start with:
"Got me where you want me" by Joe Lynn Turner
User Comments
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Masterspy Siul is finally caught by British M15 and thrown in the hoosegow.
"Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats -
gtally has been wounded while hunting and rescued by a little-known Native American tribe who do a dance to stop him being wounded in future.
"Ain't that a Kick in the Head" Dean Martin -
SiuilARuin is kicked in the head by a vicious, Coca-Cola drinking, meat eating syndicate out to eliminate politically active folk artists.
Walking After Midnight- Patsy Cline -
StillThinking, having just been thrown out of her local Pub - The Merry Bricklayer - found that there were no taxis available to take her home. Not having all her faculties (thanks to all the Cosmopolitans she drank), ill-advisedly took a short cut down a dangerous back alley, hoping to get home quickly.
Eye In the Sky - Alan Parsons Project-
Rory commited unspeakable acts, now must walk the desert looking at his back.he is on the outlook for the Merry Widows-a bunch of flying gigantic cyborg spiders alert for another human being to exterminate. he has been exile from humanity for 30 years and on the edge of the city lies the ruined canvas of human extinction.
The Killing Jar-Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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celticmusicfan was mucking around with his friends late one night and started doing incantations from an occult book. He is now trapped in the bathroom hiding from the murderous pot of jam that he brought to life.
The Handsome Cabin Boy - Martin Carthy (uh-oh...) -
SiuilARuin was last spotted on a steamer ship headed towards lands unknown with her hair flying in the wind and a certain young man's arm wrapped around her waist.
Such Great Heights- Postal Service -
Stillthinking missed Paris and the Eiffel Tower so much that she decided to climb to the top of the Statue of Liberty to remind her of France...she is currently balancing on the tip of the torch and wondering how to get down.
Cabaret - Liza Minelli -
SiuilARuin has decided to abandon her new found nanny post to pursue her real dream, singing in a pre WW2 nightclub in Fosse-esque micro shorts.
Across the Universe - Rufus Wainwright (cover of the Beatles) -
Stillthing forsaw the time when humans would no longer find Earth habitable, so she designed the perfect plan for the diaspora of mankind throughout the heavens.
The Spirit of the Radio - Rush -
Rory is bored watching bats doing hola hoops under the apple tree. he decides to turn on the radio and Mr Count comes up , as he starts counting the time to midnight while playing dark tunes to suit the quivering hearts.
A Forest-The Cure -
Stole from Africa drove to America.
Fighting for arrival. Fighting for survival.
Buffalo Soldier by Bob MArley-
Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone decided to completely ignore the OP...
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celticmusicfan has been given a love potion by a girl who adores him. In his dream state he is in a lying on the forest floor being fed strawberries by a satyr while a centaur plays the lyre and the beautiful girl who adores him dances for him.
Brother Do you Weep - Ewan Maccoll-
Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas
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And again...the OP wasn't that long, why people can't read the whole thing?
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SiuilARuin raided a monastery in Ireland as a protest against the lax stance the Catholic church has taken on pet ownership. Monks were seen fleeing the scene clutching kittens and puppies to their chests as a scene of carnage unfolded behind them.
Silver lining- Rilo Kiley -
Siuilaruin sat down on the curb, next to a dirty, smelling street bum who was curled in a fetal position and held an empty vodka bottle in his tightened fist. She took the bottle from his gnarled, grimy fingers - which made a feeble attempt to recapture the precious last drops.
"Brother, do you weep?" She asked him as she silently vowed to end the plight of hundreds of Americans who were now homeless, jobless and had no spirit left.
She wiped his tears with her silk shawl, and tossed the bottle into the burning trash barrel across the street. Momentarily stunned at the beauty of the flame, she pulled out her Glock 40 that was equipped with a silencer and aimed at his head, gently... ever so gently pulling back on the trigger.
"Now, you shall never weep again." She said as she holstered the weapon at the small of her back and stood up, looking for the next American to be given freedom.
Crucify - Tori Amos-
LOL! I only had Siuil killing Kittens. You have her murdering homeless people in their sleep!
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Nicely written ...
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LMAO - well - yanno... Someone had to make an Eviiiiiiiiil story up.
Thanks Rory... much appreciated. -
hehe!
WagerWitch was left a time machine by a relative and decided to go back to the crucifixion of Christ to see what really went down. When she got there they were just finishing off the paperwork to let Jesus go free when WW said "Hey! You're supposed to be crucified! They can't just let you go free!" so they did and Jesus was really very annoyed with WagerWitch.
I will survive - Gloria Gaynor -
Suil has left the mean streets and opened a shelter for homeless pets. In order to raise money for her new enterprise, she puts on a show in which the animals she has so carefully dressed in sequins and bell-bottoms prance about on their hind feet beneath a miniature disco ball.
Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry
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Stillthinking (why do I always get you!!! LOL) was researching the possibility of turning lead into gold, but when she went to examine her results, she only found that the edges had turned to silver.
Step by Step - Alan Parsons Project-
Rory - Note ahead of time... Please DO NOT take Offense... LOL!
Holding on to the feather boa with nervous laughter, the dancer waited for the emcee to cue him onstage. His stomach was doing acrobatic flips, as the high heels bit into his toes and the pantyhose felt like they were slipping past his hips.
He gingerly licked his lipsticked lips in anticipation for the music start up point.
His mouth suddenly became dry when the spotlight pointed at him. Sparkles glinted off his hot pink mini-dress and he forgot for a moment that he was supposed to shimmy as he walked onto the stage.
For a moment, the world stopped, and Rory looked out into the audience searching for his wife who had stood beside him through his entire marriage, regardless of his fantasy of being a female impersonator. When he finally caught glimpse of her, he steeled his nerves and started the slight shimmy that would open up the act.
Step by step, he sauntered onto the stage... And began to lip sync right with the music. He waved his arms in the air, strutted properly and kept his lips moving in time with the vocals on the soundtrack.
He triumphantly ended his performance with an eloquent curtsey - and looked up to see his wife standing... In her own personal silent standing ovation.
Tears of pride leaked down his cheek - and dripped down the painted cleavage.
Here's my song - so start thinking....
People are People - Depeche Mode -
OMG, I am laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
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Offense? That was hilarious! I had to show it to my wife, so she could enjoy it. Well done Witchy! Well done.
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WagerWitch has spent the last 25 years considering the nature of humanity and has finally come to the conclusion that people are people.
Perfect Strangers - Deep Purple-
Perfect Strangers --- Give me a moment... I'll do it in the update.
Continuation from SiuilARuin Story above...
Stepping across the bodies, Siuil marched down the road. She looked back at the littered street only once to see if she had dropped anything when she stood up.
To the right was a bar, where music spilled out into the empty air. Someone had probably put change in, hoping to dispel the current pall that the city now felt. Siuil cocked her head to the side and reached behind her to make sure her weapon and the extra clip were still firmly in place.
She stalked into the bar, looking warily around to see if any Americans happened to be sitting in the darkened booths.
In the last booth, in a dimly lit area, she noticed a figure sitting with hands folded neatly on the table. The hands were the only thing visible about the person sitting at the booth - so Siuil couldn't determine if they were the enemy or just another lost soul She'd have to dispatch.
She slid into the booth seating, her leather pants catching on the faux leather seat. Looking into the dark, she peered up at the beautiful face in front of her. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized in front of her was the one person she had been looking for since the Revolution started.
"I know we're perfect Strangers," The gentle voice whispered, "Yet, I feel we've always known each other."
"Yes," Siuil whispered back.........
To be continued... *grin*
My song:
Pigs - Pink Floyd -
WagerWitch has travelled back to the 80s and is enjoying a good English riot yelling at the police "FASCIST PIGS!"
Modern Love - David Bowie
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They stared at each other from across the room not noticing anything or anyone but each other.
Rory put down his glass as he made his way over to his Witchy standing there silently beckoning him to come.
As he was quickly approached his heart's desire, SiuilARuin walked in front of him and Rory stopped dumnfounded. Never had he seen such beauty, such magnetism, such a body.
He was so overcome by desire, he swept her up in his arms and sped past Witchy as though they were perfect strangers.
One More Try - George Michael-
One More Try -
To be a continuation... On the update...
Siuil breathlessly waited while the Perfect Stranger inhaled deeply, tasting the fragrance of the musty air in the bar.
The single light fixture hummed with the now uncommon electricity surging through the run down club. Dance songs continued playing on the jukebox as memories of a different world drifted through the room.
"You've been doing a good job for us," the Stranger Paussed. "We've been very pleased with your work so far. Eliminating the vermin has brought this world almost back to order."
Siuil nodded in awe as the Stranger leaned into the light, one eyeless socket stared back at her as the other perfectly blue orb watched her intently.
"You are our last chance at reclaiming Utopia." The Stranger sat back, leaving the haunting memory to chill Siuil down to her toes. "You are going to be given One More Try to make Utopia happen."
The Stranger slid a hypodermic needle sealed in a cannister to Siuil. "That... That will be the needle you plunge into the neck of the next person."
"You mean, don't use my Glock?" Siuil questioned, an eyebrow raised at this unique request.
"I mean that it is beyond time for killing. Now is the time for freedom by mutation!" Instantly, a cloud of smoke vapor enclosed the booth.
When the vapor cleared, Siuil was alone in the booth and the overhead light slowly flickered out - and the music ran down, as though time was slowing.
Siuil stood up and walked to the doorway of the bar and looked out at the dimming light on the street and wondered if there were any more Americans who needed to be given freedom.
And which one would be mutated.
My next song:
Swerve - Lil Boosie
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The night was growing ever darker, as the bright yellow Porche sped back and forth along the dangerous switchbacks that snaked their way up through the canyon.
Quickly take a peek at the passenger beside her, the Witch knew that he was indeed within her powers. Gone was his ability to control his extremeties. Gone was his ability to shout out for help, for in effect if his heart wasn't still beating, he'd been taken for a dead man.
Ahead the road continued to switch back and forth, gaining hundreds of feet in altitude as every minute passed.
With a cackling laugh the Witch squirmed with excitement in her seat knowing she was going to get away with her prize! She arrogantly sneered at the man with a contemptuous grin.
"And you thought your powers were so much stronger than mine. Didn't you?", she spat at him. If she could risk it, she'd have slapped him across the face to emphasize her point.
"For years you reigned over our order. For years you pummled us into submission. FOR YEARS I TOOK YOUR SH!T!! No more. Now you pay."
She'd set in motion the means to clear the road that would allow her to drive straight through. Just a half dozen more switchbacks and she'd be over the crest and on to her coven's sacred sacrifical alter. She'd then be able to do away with her order's nemesis.
As the Porsche approached the last corner, the Witch glanced at her captive, as if to say it's almost over ... I ... HAVE ... WON!
Light blaring in the corner of her eye shocked her attention back to the road. Directly in front of her was an enormous semi tractor trailer! What the hell ... !?
She took one last look at her passenger before trying to swerve around the truck, but incredibly he was gone. In pure disbelief, the truck slammed into the Porche and sent it flying over the edge of the road. In a heartbeat it exploded like a million suns.
Behind the wheel of the truck there sat Rory, smiling wickedly at the inferno falling into the depths of the canyon.
"Who's won?"
Crime of the Century - Supertramp-
OMG. This is turning into another BC FanFic. Siuil will be very pleased. Excellent writing WW and Rory.
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Wicked Good...
Dayummm - Gonna have to wiggle my nose to get out of that one alive. -
... but did you!?!?
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The next writer will tell - cause I can't write about meself - now can I?
That would be totally unfair - cause I would have all sorts of super powers and would be "untouchable" - LMAO!
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(Thanks to Wagerwitch)
He stood at the front of the stage, lights blinding him as tears poured down his cheek. How could this be, he thought. How could he have underestimated the competition so badly?
As Rory bent his head and tried to wipe a way the tears, he smudge the artfully applied eyemakeup, but he didn't care, it was over.
He looked enviously over at the winner with his designer dress and real hair wig and sighed a bewildered sigh.
To see that diva take away his prize was truly a crime of the century. Rory went backstage and shimmied out of his spandex and reluctantly wiped off his makeup.
A tear welled up, when in the mirror, he saw his beloved wife staring at him with admiration and love and he knew......there is always next year!
All these things that I've done - The Killers
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