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([personal profile] lizardbeth Oct. 11th, 2010 08:13 pm)
Someone on the Ellen Show's Facebook posted a link to the Facing Kate/Fairly Legal Promo I put on YouTube. The hits, they have ASPLODED. (relatively. y'know. For me.)

Otherwise, as I vaguely promised last week at some point, here's the wrap up on my [livejournal.com profile] twelvecolonies challenge stuff:

- one photo image blend

- three song parodies called "Kara's Favorite Things", "Cylon Number Six", and "The Ballad of Anders"

*snicker*






SONGS
(the first one I didn't use because it's too short, but it amused me anyway)

Kara's Favorite Things
sung to the tune of "My Favorite things" from The Sound of Music


Drinking and smoking, and Vipers a'flying,
Frakking and shooting and not really dying,
Out in the black with the night on my wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Winning the top gun again and again,
Frakking the boys, til I'm deep in their skin,
Playing some triad for money and things,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Painting the circles til colors are right,
Guns and piano. Not losing a fight,
Pyramid playing and tattooes with rings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the bombs come,
When the fleet's done,
When I'm stuck with the mad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.



The Cylons
to California Girls by the Beach Boys or David Lee Roth

Well the number Fives are cool,
I love that burgundy or teal
And the number Twos with the way they talk,
But it's the paint that seems most real.

The number Threes are tall
And don't mind one more in a bed,
And the number Eights with their tai chi,
I really wish I was in Helo's stead.

I wish they all could be cylon number ..
I wish they all could be cylon number
I wish they all could be cylon number... six

The Sixes have variety,
They've got hair in blonde and brown,
But the best one's in the little red dress ,
She's like an angel fallen down.

I've been all around in outer space,
And I've seen all toaster kind,
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back to my Six,
Back to the best Cylon in my mind.

I wish they all could be cylon number ..
I wish they all could be cylon number
I wish they all could be cylon number... six



The Ballad of Anders
To "American Pie", by Don McLean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
how pyramid was all I knew
I played hard to win each game
I had fortune and fame
A flashy car and an ocean view.

But play time ended quickly
when the sky turned bright and sickly.
The Cylons had returned,
I watched our hopes get burned

I was tough, or at least I tried
to stay and fight, not run and hide.
I hid my tears mostly inside.
The day the worlds died

So bye-bye blue Colonial sky,
Fled to the hills, to get kills,
But the kills stayed spry
Resistance boys drank the ambrosia dry,
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."

And then you dropped to the ground,
do you have time to play around
And fall in love with me?
Or is there something more out there
Like an old song drifin' in the air,
And can you bring me to my destiny?

Well, I know you have to leave this place,
you gotta get back out into space,
You left your dogtag token,
A promise not to be broken.

I was a lonely fighter, blowing shit up,
With a cigarette and an old tin cup,
But I prayed someday I'd wake up
The day the worlds died

(chorus)
I started singin’,
So bye-bye blue Colonial sky,
Fled to the hills, to get kills,
But the kills stayed spry
Resistance boys drank the ambrosia dry,
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that we die.
"this’ll be the day that we die."

Endless nights I spent on my own,
Dreamin' of you out there coming home,
And then you're here, and I can see,
There's fire and death all around,
We're kissin' atop a burial mound,
But nothing matters but ... you and me.

To New Caprica we went down,
We tried to build a shanty town;
A place where we could rest,
Our marriage it was blessed.
But they came back on that grey day,
Frakkin' toasters took you away,
And I threw myself back in the fray,
The day the worlds died.

(repeat chorus)

Galactica came up with a plan,
To rescue every woman and man,
Way up high and falling fast,
Launching fighters to help our fight,
Ships escape into the night,
Freedom came but the nightmare wasn't passed.

Now we all want that payback sweet,
But I had enough, you took my seat,
Then you got up for the dance
Did we ever have a chance?
Your tag went back; go our separate ways,
Headin' for a star's bright blaze,
Do you recall that wintry haze
The day the world died?

(repeat chorus)

Oh, and there we were, holding our breath,
At a temple to both hope and death,
And the star became a sign.
So come on now, follow it, follow it down,
Into the storm to burn or drown,
They say it's the only way to shine.

In the empty space you used to be,
I heard a haunting melody,
That no one else could hear.
Was my mind broken in fear?
But as my angel came to tell us hark,
The song was there to light the spark,
I knew the truth, there in the dark.
The day the world died

(repeat chorus)


We found Earth, joy turned to dread,
Not our home, the land gray and dead
Despair spread like a dark disease.
I went to stand out by the shore,
Hearing music I'd heard before,
But I got no answer to any ... of my pleas.

And on the ship, the crew folded,
pent up rage soon exploded,
And hope broke and faded;
Hate couldn't be dissuaded.
A sudden shot rang through the rain,
A light came on inside my brain,
And I needed desperately to explain
The day the world died

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, blue Colonial sky."
Fled to the hills, to get kills,
But the kills stayed spry,
And good old John drank the ambrosia all dry,
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that you die.
"this’ll be the day that you die."




And yes, that last one is really long. I got just a tiny bit carried away.
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