"Um...can I do the dishes???"
Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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Sil reaches into his pockets and brings out....nothing!!! Looks up and sees everybody buying a drink on his account!!!!!
"Um...can I do the dishes???"
"Um...can I do the dishes???"
Walk Into Bar And Sits Down. Takes Out A Pip And Has A Smoke In The Corner.\
(Can I Join This Too?!)
(Can I Join This Too?!)
ok, Mellie, has had a couple of drinks now, and danced for everyone, I guess I have loosened up a bit. I will sing now. Guilt is a terrible thing. This is a song that I heard about one of my relations. I think it was Uncle Bilbo. Any how, some dwarves came to his house for some reason. I thought it was a cute little song, maybe Gimli will like it.
Chp the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates -----
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wind on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you've finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So carefully! carefully with the plates!
Mellie finishes her song, orders another drink and goes back and hides in the corner some more.
Chp the glasses and crack the plates!
Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates -----
Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
Splash the wind on every door!
Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;
Pound them up with a thumping pole;
And when you've finished, if any are whole,
Send them down the hall to roll!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
So carefully! carefully with the plates!
Mellie finishes her song, orders another drink and goes back and hides in the corner some more.
*gimli jumps up and down!!*
well done well done!!!!!!
sil... It's allright, I'll let you slide this one time!
Orimono, Welcome to my Inn! I have rooms available next door if anyone is tired.... I do have one rule here though.. All new partons must sing a song... ask around they will tell you, everyone here has sung something! What ever you wish!
well done well done!!!!!!
sil... It's allright, I'll let you slide this one time!
Orimono, Welcome to my Inn! I have rooms available next door if anyone is tired.... I do have one rule here though.. All new partons must sing a song... ask around they will tell you, everyone here has sung something! What ever you wish!
Yes, even Mellie has finally sung a song. lol Thanks for the offer of a room Gimli, but I will wait until daytime to sleep. I tend to be awake most of the nights anyhow.
Mellie smiles.
Mellie smiles.
uh..
*gimli realizes he must be much more careful in how he explains that he has rooms available.. otherwise it may be taken very badly!*
*gimli realizes he must be much more careful in how he explains that he has rooms available.. otherwise it may be taken very badly!*
I am very sorry if I made any improper implications, sir Gimli. I understood that you had rooms available for your patrons to rent for an evening, if they were tired or too intoxicated to get home safely. correct?
oh mellie! im just pullin you leg!
of course.. I dont want any of my er.... enibriated (sp) customers setting foot outside this inn! for that matter, anyone i deem to sloshed to leave on their own will be givin a room for the night free of charge! THAT IS NOT A LICENSE TO GET HAMMERED PEOPLE!!!! though on second thought you are paying for those drinks!
Is there a reason mellie, that you favor the dark hours??? I admit a bar is usally not as fun during the day, but still......
[Edited on 27/9/2002 by gimli_axe_wielder]
of course.. I dont want any of my er.... enibriated (sp) customers setting foot outside this inn! for that matter, anyone i deem to sloshed to leave on their own will be givin a room for the night free of charge! THAT IS NOT A LICENSE TO GET HAMMERED PEOPLE!!!! though on second thought you are paying for those drinks!
Is there a reason mellie, that you favor the dark hours??? I admit a bar is usally not as fun during the day, but still......
[Edited on 27/9/2002 by gimli_axe_wielder]
hehehhehee I knew you were pulling my leg Gimli, I love messing with you.
lol
Mellie is ROTFLHAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
lol
Mellie is ROTFLHAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Some one give that girl another drink!
Mellie orders a China White. I wanna get drunk
maybe later i will do tequilla shots. but i gotta already be very tipsy first. lol
maybe later i will do tequilla shots. but i gotta already be very tipsy first. lol
Tom (pretty drunk by now) is looking around for Golly, but she can't find her, so therefore she starts singing:
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes
And my head is full off aches
And I'll have to make a path for way out yonder
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sole's were gettin' thin
And the uppers were letting in
And the heels are looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin' noggin' shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves they got worn out
And the collar was turned about
And the tail is looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me wife me noggin' noggin' wife
She's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see her front it got worn out
And her tail been kicked about
And I'm sure she's looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Oh, where is me bed me noggin' noggin' bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls
And the springs they got all twirls
And the sheets they're looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
One more time! LOL! (hey, I was drunk, right?)
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me plunder
I've seen centipedes and snakes
And my head is full off aches
And I'll have to make a path for way out yonder
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where are me boots, me noggin' noggin' boots
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sole's were gettin' thin
And the uppers were letting in
And the heels are looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me shirt me noggin' noggin' shirt
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see the sleeves they got worn out
And the collar was turned about
And the tail is looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Where is me wife me noggin' noggin' wife
She's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see her front it got worn out
And her tail been kicked about
And I'm sure she's looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Oh, where is me bed me noggin' noggin' bed
It's all gone for beer and tobacco
You see I sold it to the girls
And the springs they got all twirls
And the sheets they're looking out for better weather
And it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacco
Well I've spent all me tin with the lasses drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
One more time! LOL! (hey, I was drunk, right?)
Orimono Falls Aslleep In Corner..... 
Tom notices Orimono asleep in the corner and shouts: "HEY!! THIS IS THE DUBLINERS YOU KNOW!!! THE BEST COUNTRY BAND EVER IN THE WORLD! SO WAKE UP AND SING!!!"
*Wakes Up With A Snap. Stands Up*
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Uh... The life of a traveler is rough and harsh,
been 6 footlongs west from the shire to the marsh,
the life of a traveler is never at muck...
been fooled by a took and a brandywine buck.
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*At This He Starts Getting Into It. Taps His Foot.*
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my travels have taken me all over the earth,
meet lots of adventerers from deep minas tirith,
the life of a traveler is never at miss...
even at tea breaks or a stop for a piss.
my mother once told me "just leave with a smile!"
i left her advice away about after a mile,
the life of a traveler is never forgotten...
some travelers i met were but dirty and rotten.
to end of my story in merry and glee,
i never had a damsel rescue me,
my life and my travels have taken me far...
about 6 miles in a just wish i'd taken the car!
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Since Im Up Anyway Might As Well Make Myself A Drink!
*Take Out Bottles From Pack And Starts Mixing Them Creating... A Screwdriver*
Yumm... Just Love That Vodka And OJ...
(Im A Traveling Bartender Guys...)
Might As Well Have A Smoke Too...
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Uh... The life of a traveler is rough and harsh,
been 6 footlongs west from the shire to the marsh,
the life of a traveler is never at muck...
been fooled by a took and a brandywine buck.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*At This He Starts Getting Into It. Taps His Foot.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my travels have taken me all over the earth,
meet lots of adventerers from deep minas tirith,
the life of a traveler is never at miss...
even at tea breaks or a stop for a piss.
my mother once told me "just leave with a smile!"
i left her advice away about after a mile,
the life of a traveler is never forgotten...
some travelers i met were but dirty and rotten.
to end of my story in merry and glee,
i never had a damsel rescue me,
my life and my travels have taken me far...
about 6 miles in a just wish i'd taken the car!
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Since Im Up Anyway Might As Well Make Myself A Drink!
*Take Out Bottles From Pack And Starts Mixing Them Creating... A Screwdriver*
Yumm... Just Love That Vodka And OJ...
(Im A Traveling Bartender Guys...)
Might As Well Have A Smoke Too...
The hobbit with the sideburns yells, "Hey Gimli, pour da Traveling Bartender one a yer finest, it'll be on me. I liked his song." 
"Might's well buy a drink fer ole Tom too, but make it outta yer common stock, 'cause he's too far gone ta know da difference."
"Might's well buy a drink fer ole Tom too, but make it outta yer common stock, 'cause he's too far gone ta know da difference."
Oh well, I guess it's my turn now. This song reminds me of home.
Sil steps up to the mike, and in a rough and kinda scratchy voice, starts to 'sing'!!!
African sky blue, your children wait for the dawn
African sky blue, soon a new day will be born
African sky blue
African sky blue, will you bless my life?
African sunshine, soon you will warm your children's eyes
The African river water will dance and leap in your morning light
African sunshine
African river water, will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
What can I know?
What can I dream?
What can I hope?
What will the future bring?
You shine through me, but will you see me through?
African sky blue
African thunderstorm, your soldiers march through the air
The African rain will fall and wash away all my tears
African falling rain
African falling rain, will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
The warrior's now a worker and his war is underground
With cordite in the darkness he milks the bleeding veins of gold
When the smoking rockface murmurs, he always thinks of you
African sky blue, will you see him through?
Sil steps up to the mike, and in a rough and kinda scratchy voice, starts to 'sing'!!!
African sky blue, your children wait for the dawn
African sky blue, soon a new day will be born
African sky blue
African sky blue, will you bless my life?
African sunshine, soon you will warm your children's eyes
The African river water will dance and leap in your morning light
African sunshine
African river water, will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
What can I know?
What can I dream?
What can I hope?
What will the future bring?
You shine through me, but will you see me through?
African sky blue
African thunderstorm, your soldiers march through the air
The African rain will fall and wash away all my tears
African falling rain
African falling rain, will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
Oh will you bless my life?
The warrior's now a worker and his war is underground
With cordite in the darkness he milks the bleeding veins of gold
When the smoking rockface murmurs, he always thinks of you
African sky blue, will you see him through?
Mellie decides it is time for tekillya. She does the first shot, oh there was salt and lime? oops oh well. I wanna 'nother, aand one for that person over there. She takes the two shots and leaves the bar heading towards some mysterious tall dark elf with gorgeous eyes trips and spills one of the shots on Grondy. Opps sorry. here have mine.
and gives him her shot. she decides she does not need it anymore. lol
She finds a seat and sits down and giggles. lol
and gives him her shot. she decides she does not need it anymore. lol
She finds a seat and sits down and giggles. lol
da doo da da doo doo doo da,
da doo da da doo doo doo,
da doo da da doo doo doo da,
doo doo doo doo doo da doo.
TEQUILA!!!!!!
*lines 'em up*
da doo da da doo doo doo,
da doo da da doo doo doo da,
doo doo doo doo doo da doo.
TEQUILA!!!!!!
*lines 'em up*
Hey You Never Met My Friend Treize! Come Out Trieze! *A Little Cute Gray Mouse Sticks His Head Out Of Ori's Coat Pocket* "And A Merry Hello To You Too!" Said The Mouse. 
Drinks all around for some fine singing by all!!!!!!!!!!!!
Star sits with her head in her hands, weeping, after recieving a cell phone call from home. "line them up bartender and keep them coming" 
There there Star!!!
Gives her a big HUG!!!
You may use my shoulder to cry on if you wish!!
Gives her a big HUG!!!
You may use my shoulder to cry on if you wish!!
*glances around*
Hello...
I am new here.
Ma quetelye Quenya?
Hello...
I am new here.
Ma quetelye Quenya?
*Ori falls asleep and lands on floor with a loud THUMP!*
The Hobbit with the sidburns says. "Hey! Treize: In all your travels, did you ever run into Boo? He's a miniaturized giant space hamster, used to hang around a Ranger name of Minsc, who had a metal plate in his head. Minsc said it enabled him to communicate with Boo, who also rode around in a pocket."
And turning to the newcomer,
"Nice to meet you, Alassiel. Do you understand that you must sing a song to get you first drink in this fine establishment of Mr. Gimli? And don't try to first get one under the table from Orimono Shujin, The Traveling Bartender, 'cause Gimli's got eyes in the toes of his boots." 
[Edited on 2/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
And turning to the newcomer,
"Nice to meet you, Alassiel. Do you understand that you must sing a song to get you first drink in this fine establishment of Mr. Gimli? And don't try to first get one under the table from Orimono Shujin, The Traveling Bartender, 'cause Gimli's got eyes in the toes of his boots." [Edited on 2/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
Star cries on Sillies shoulder.....
Scumbag burglars...lowlifes, she is heard to say between weeping.
another drink bartender, and make it a triple
Scumbag burglars...lowlifes, she is heard to say between weeping.
another drink bartender, and make it a triple
*Treize crawls out of Ori's pocket and looks at grondy*
Hell yeah! He was the coolest hamster from westfarthing before he went adventering out east. Good to know he's ding good. Tell him that one day i will finally kick his @ss at checkers...Soon...
*Turns To new mwmber*
Welcome! I'm trieze the talking gray mouse and lifelong buddy of my sleeping comrad *points to Ori* orimono shujin the traveling bartender. If my memory serves me he is very popular in the Rohan region...
[Edited on 3/10/2002 by Orimono_Shujin]
Hell yeah! He was the coolest hamster from westfarthing before he went adventering out east. Good to know he's ding good. Tell him that one day i will finally kick his @ss at checkers...Soon...
*Turns To new mwmber*
Welcome! I'm trieze the talking gray mouse and lifelong buddy of my sleeping comrad *points to Ori* orimono shujin the traveling bartender. If my memory serves me he is very popular in the Rohan region...
[Edited on 3/10/2002 by Orimono_Shujin]
Star, I hope you're feeling better.
I think I'll join you!! Oh waiter!!! Please could I have a quadruple!!!
Thanks!!
I think I'll join you!! Oh waiter!!! Please could I have a quadruple!!!
Thanks!!
*raises eyebrow
I need to sing a song?
Hm...
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
*bows*
I would sing the rest to you, but I'm afraid I have a sore throat and require some strawberry juice.
*meaningful look at bartender*
I need to sing a song?
Hm...
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
*bows*
I would sing the rest to you, but I'm afraid I have a sore throat and require some strawberry juice.
*meaningful look at bartender*
The door opens and a rather tall Hobbit stumbles in. Too much Ent draught at some point in her young life, it would seem. Removing her hood she shakes out her long red curls and her merry blue eyes turn in Gimli’s direction.
Bartender, a pint of your best ale, please. She says.
She then jumps up onto the table and begins belting out a rendition of a traditional tune in hopes that it will bring the ale forthwith.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
I'm a son of a sea cook, I'm a cook and a trader
I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main boom
I can handle a jigger, I cuts a fine figure
Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
Farewell and adieu to ye young maids of Valen,
Oderin and Presque, Fox Hole and Bruley
I'm bound for the westward to the wall with the hole in
I can't marry all or it's yokey I'll be
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
There, now where is that promised ale?
Bartender, a pint of your best ale, please. She says.
She then jumps up onto the table and begins belting out a rendition of a traditional tune in hopes that it will bring the ale forthwith.
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
I'm a son of a sea cook, I'm a cook and a trader
I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main boom
I can handle a jigger, I cuts a fine figure
Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
Farewell and adieu to ye young maids of Valen,
Oderin and Presque, Fox Hole and Bruley
I'm bound for the westward to the wall with the hole in
I can't marry all or it's yokey I'll be
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go
There, now where is that promised ale?
"Inn Keeper, bring the tall lady hobbit two tankers of your good ale, I want to bribe her to sing Barrett's Privateers and we can join in on the choruses with:
Quote:
God D@mn them All!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns -- shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barret's Privateers.
Of course it was much better the way that the late great Canadian folk singer, Stan Rogers used to belt it out," he said wiping away a tear from his eye. *sniff*God D@mn them All!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns -- shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barret's Privateers.
Quote:
"Inn Keeper, bring the tall lady hobbit two tankers of your good ale, I want to bribe her to sing Barrett's Privateers and we can join in on the choruses with:
"Inn Keeper, bring the tall lady hobbit two tankers of your good ale, I want to bribe her to sing Barrett's Privateers and we can join in on the choruses with:
Quote:
God D@mn them All!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns -- shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barret's Privateers.
Of course it was much better the way that the late great Canadian folk singer, Stan Rogers used to belt it out," he said wiping away a tear from his eye. *sniff* God D@mn them All!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns -- shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barret's Privateers.
*Ori Wakes Up*
HA! Never thought in a million years i'd hear that song again. it-t-s s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o................ *Falls Back Asleep*
*Trieze Sighs*
Can he get a room... he did have a hard journey. If you could add 3 hotties to his room, he would greatly apperaciate it.
Rednell jumps down off the table and accepts the 2 tankards of ale.
*Bows to Grondmaster,.
Thank-you kind sir but it would take more than this fine ale to bribe me into singing such a long ballad as Barrett's Privateers, however, you do sing the chorus very well. I was under the impression that the innkeeper required only one tune to begin my evening of merriment and so it is one song I shall sing.
*Prods the sleeping Ori.
Please kind Innkeeper find this weary creature a room for he seems to be taking up valuable floor space.
Tom *accidentally* drops his pint and spills it all over Ori.
"Oh! Sorry! Hadn't seen you down there."
So now that Ori's recovered from the floor (it didn't look neat, did it?), I'm buying a round! Cheers all! To me!
Time for a new song!
Starry starry night...
Humming a long-forgotten tune of which I don't know the rest of the words. Anyone who does?
"Oh! Sorry! Hadn't seen you down there."
So now that Ori's recovered from the floor (it didn't look neat, did it?), I'm buying a round! Cheers all! To me!
Time for a new song!
Starry starry night...
Humming a long-forgotten tune of which I don't know the rest of the words. Anyone who does?
You mean do I know Starry starry night...?
No, but if you hum a few more bars I'll fake it! *Rimshot* 'ceptin of course, I can't hear you hum, 'cause I've got a bananer in my ear! *great grimaces*
Followed by the "hook", an exit stage right, and a thunderous applause.
No, but if you hum a few more bars I'll fake it! *Rimshot* 'ceptin of course, I can't hear you hum, 'cause I've got a bananer in my ear! *great grimaces*
Followed by the "hook", an exit stage right, and a thunderous applause.
Star sings...ever so slightly off key :
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey.
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
CHORUS:
Now I understand what you tried to say to me.
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
CHORUS
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you...
Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
They're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
[Edited on 7/10/2002 by Star-of-Hope]
Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey.
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
CHORUS:
Now I understand what you tried to say to me.
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry starry night,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue,
Morning fields of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
CHORUS
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry starry night,
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you...
Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me,
And how you suffered for your sanity,
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
They're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
[Edited on 7/10/2002 by Star-of-Hope]
AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! Don ****ing Mclean! NOOOOOOO!
You do realise that song is the reason the guy cut his ears off don't you?
You do realise that song is the reason the guy cut his ears off don't you?
....oooohhhh goodies an earless squirrelll...this I gotta see
a long long time ago
I can still remember how that squirrel used to look
and i knew if i had my chance
i could rip off his ears and dance
and maybe he's be happy for a while
I can still remember how that squirrel used to look
and i knew if i had my chance
i could rip off his ears and dance
and maybe he's be happy for a while
Are you going to do the whole 6 verses Gimli? Complete re-write? Go on.
*somewhere, in the deepest-darkest area of the pub...Halo wakes up from a refreshing cat-nap to find that the pub is rather quiet, the singing has stopped and Gimli, Star and Plastic are talking about earless squirrels* 
Well this is kinda surreal. Wheres this earless squirrel then *looks around* I can't see one...oh well, I guess I'll just have to sing again *gets a few dirty looks from people trying to drink* Okay, okay! I get the general idea, no caterwalling, I'll sing nicly okay? *gets up, walks to the stage and starts to sing*
When the marigold no longer blooms
When summer sun is turned to gloom
See the forecast winter snow
See the evergreen that lonely grows
Move close to the fireplace
Neglect the garden
See the ground harden
At a ghostly pace
The golden summer sun is silver now
The fruit has fallen from the bough
The season moves to chestnut time
Toffee apples, treacle and mulled wine
Quilts and furs and woolens gay
You wrap around you
But the cold confounds you
On an autumn day
Stout and strong the walls of home and hearth
Curtains drawn against the draft
The rake has reaped, the blade has mown
Nights draw in to call the harvest home
The quiet of a heart at rest
In peace abounded
By love surrounded
Here the home is blest
*finishes song and looks around* Well, how was that?
[Edited on 7/10pm02/1984 by Halo_Black]
[Edited on 12/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
Well this is kinda surreal. Wheres this earless squirrel then *looks around* I can't see one...oh well, I guess I'll just have to sing again *gets a few dirty looks from people trying to drink* Okay, okay! I get the general idea, no caterwalling, I'll sing nicly okay? *gets up, walks to the stage and starts to sing*When the marigold no longer blooms
When summer sun is turned to gloom
See the forecast winter snow
See the evergreen that lonely grows
Move close to the fireplace
Neglect the garden
See the ground harden
At a ghostly pace
The golden summer sun is silver now
The fruit has fallen from the bough
The season moves to chestnut time
Toffee apples, treacle and mulled wine
Quilts and furs and woolens gay
You wrap around you
But the cold confounds you
On an autumn day
Stout and strong the walls of home and hearth
Curtains drawn against the draft
The rake has reaped, the blade has mown
Nights draw in to call the harvest home
The quiet of a heart at rest
In peace abounded
By love surrounded
Here the home is blest
*finishes song and looks around* Well, how was that?
[Edited on 7/10pm02/1984 by Halo_Black]
[Edited on 12/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
Well, it started out a bit gloomy, but considering the source I listened further, and it got a tad bit better, and when it reached the ending it was downright cozy. 
Bit out of character for our Halo, but maybe she gets softer the deeper she gets into her cups. 
Bit out of character for our Halo, but maybe she gets softer the deeper she gets into her cups. That's the one star! Thanks a lot! Been looking for that text for ages and all I knew were the first three words (being starry starry night). 
Well it's not morning anyway, but it feels like it. I got one h*ck of a cold, my nose is dripping and I can't speak properly, so I apologize for not singing along, Tommie said. *sneeze*
[Edited on 12/10/2002 by TomBombadillo]
Well it's not morning anyway, but it feels like it. I got one h*ck of a cold, my nose is dripping and I can't speak properly, so I apologize for not singing along, Tommie said. *sneeze*[Edited on 12/10/2002 by TomBombadillo]
*Grins at Grondy* What can I say, I've got a soft spot for pretty songs and thats a favourite of mine. Anyways, I was in a soft kinda mood, a friends asked me to go trick-or-treating with him this Halloween *turns to Gimli* Can I have a beer pleeeeese Gimli? *looks at Tom* EEEE! Tom, your not jokeing about that cold are you! Your dripping snot into your drink... *pulls a bar of chocolate out of her pocket and gives it to Tom* Get well soon 
[Edited on 12/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
*turns to Gimli* Can I have a beer pleeeeese Gimli? *looks at Tom* EEEE! Tom, your not jokeing about that cold are you! Your dripping snot into your drink... *pulls a bar of chocolate out of her pocket and gives it to Tom* Get well soon [Edited on 12/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
After Mellie, spilled her Tequila on Grondy, she sat down and giggled for a bit, but then proceeded to pass out. Halo singing that beautiful song woke her up long enough, to as Gimli for a room and stumble off in search 
for a comfortable bed. Night all, for now.
for a comfortable bed. Night all, for now. K walks back in. Head held high and a wide smile on her face.
I'm sorry it took me so long. But here it is. Your little present dear sir gim. And in walked in KISS. If i wont sing it i'll make them sing kiss sence they are kiss and i think you would injoy there singing better.
K laughed and curled up in a chair.
I'm sorry it took me so long. But here it is. Your little present dear sir gim. And in walked in KISS. If i wont sing it i'll make them sing kiss sence they are kiss and i think you would injoy there singing better.
K laughed and curled up in a chair.
Grondy decides his white sequined jumpsuit is again a little worse for wear, especially in that spot with the mashed in worm. This'll make twice he's had to change suits tonight, guess it will have to be the navy-blue bell-bottoms with the cream colored Nehru jacket next.
As he crosses the floor to the door, he thinks to himself, 'Good brand of Tequila that lady was wasting; pity she spills more than she drinks of it though. She probably ought to order the cheaper stuff for her spilling, and reserve the spensive stuff for her drinking. Wonder if the squeezin's of this suit would be drinkable?' And with that he again leaves the Khazad-d’mish Inn.
As he crosses the floor to the door, he thinks to himself, 'Good brand of Tequila that lady was wasting; pity she spills more than she drinks of it though. She probably ought to order the cheaper stuff for her spilling, and reserve the spensive stuff for her drinking. Wonder if the squeezin's of this suit would be drinkable?' And with that he again leaves the Khazad-d’mish Inn.
K sat back a little lost and confussed but it was all good.
She had no idea how she got her self mixed in with this bunch. THey were not at all like those in other areas of middle earth.
Sorry, Keeper of the Stars. Can you keep your signature to a maximum of three lines and no smilies please.
[Edited on 14/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
She had no idea how she got her self mixed in with this bunch. THey were not at all like those in other areas of middle earth.
Sorry, Keeper of the Stars. Can you keep your signature to a maximum of three lines and no smilies please.[Edited on 14/10/2002 by Grondmaster]
Halo lounges in her seat, doodleing in her sketchbook and trying to choose between singing again or going out to scare some children.
