Too much time on my hands
[QUOTE=RoadWarrior2K;4860742]And this is the guy that's blasting me for a little prose. At least mine made a little sense. SMH.[/QUOTE]Just in case some of you don't know, these happen to be the lyrics of a song by Styx, done I believe back around 1981.
Yeah, here I am sitting on this bar stool.
Talking like a damn fool.
Got the twelve o'clock news blues.
And I've given up hope for the afternoon soaps.
And a bottle of cold brew.
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy.
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all.
Well I'm so tired of losing.
I've got nothing to do and all day to do it.
Well I'd go out cruising, but I've no place.
To go and all night to get there.
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal.
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail.
Is it any wonder I've got too much time on my hands.
It's ticking away with my sanity.
I've got too much time on my hands.
It's hard to believe such a calamity.
I've got too much time on my hands.
And it's ticking away, ticking away from me.
Too much time on my hands.
It's tick tick tick tick ticking away (Too much time on my hands).
Now I don't know what to do with myself (Too much time on my hands).
Too much time on my hands.
Too much time on my hands.
Too much time on my hands.
Now I'm a jet fuel genius.
I can solve the world's problems.
Without even trying.
I've got dozens of friends, and the fun never ends.
That is as long as I'm buying.
Is it any wonder I'm not the President.
Is it any wonder I'm null and void.
Is it any wonder I've got too much.
Time on my hands.
It's ticking away with my sanity.
I've got too much time on my hands.
It's hard to believe such a calamity.
I've got too much time on my hands.
And it's ticking away, ticking away from me.
Too much time on my hands.
Tick tick tick tick tick ticking away (Too much time on my hands).
Now I don't know what to do with myself (Too much time on my hands).
Umm mmm (Too much time on my hands).
Tick tick tick ticking away (Too much time on my hands).
Umm mmm (Too much time on my hands).
Too much time on my hands.
Too much time on my.
The Space Coast Spaced Out Space Opera
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;4864179]Slight correction (OCD on my part): HelloJoshua had retired by the time "a true and proper ghosting" was published. That was LostLaddie's brainchild, may he rest in peace. Neither are offended, LOL.
Oh hell yes mate! Concept art! Now I'm thinking about writing Space Opera II just so I can jazz it up with some dope af artwork. Maybe even a theme song ala SYM! Now all we're missing is the female lead. Do you think Jada would be willing to play the badass Navigator from Space Opera I, LOL?[/QUOTE]Now all I can think about is Jada in some skin tight, circa 1950's movie era silver space suit with big, pointy cone nipple bra's kind of like "Amazon Blondes From Mars" thingy and all kinds of cheesy "sexual inuendo" laced movie script lines using words like rockets, thrust and similar words! I'd bet you'd have NO PROBLEM with guys auditioning for the lead role!
Excellent Try But Incorrect
[QUOTE=StudGator;4870450]Kinda reminds me of a little Charlie Daniels (RIP) ditty with a Fiddle 'about a devil visitin' a Southern state.[/QUOTE]Since none of this has anything to do with pussy, I moved it over here.
Actually, this was a pretty good try because in this song, there's a similar style and meter in [B]some[/B] of the lines. In the poem that I've plagiarized [B]all[/B] of the lines have this style. Except for the opening verse, every line will start with a rhyming pair and every set of lines will have a rhyming end word. There's a better than good chance that Falcon will figure this out when he sees it. So far it's Volusia 2, Brevard 0.
The devil went down to Georgia he was lookin' for a soul to [RED]steal[/RED]
He was in a [B]bind[/B] 'cause he was way [B]behind[/B] and he was willing to make a [RED]deal[/RED]
When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump
And said, "boy let me tell you what I guess you didn't know it but I'm a fiddle player [RED]too[/RED]
And if you'd [B]care[/B] to take a [B]dare[/B] I'll make a bet with [RED]you[/RED]"
"Now you play pretty good fiddle, son but give the devil his [RED]due[/RED]
I bet a fiddle of [B]gold[/B] against your [B]soul[/B] I think I'm better than [RED]you[/RED]"
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sh7BZf7D5Bw[/URL]
Partial Credit Earns A Clue
[QUOTE=JoshuaFalken;4872415]So I guess I'm going with Jack and Jill by Mother Goose. No, seriously. Same rhyme, similar meter / cadence, and of course, well known! I don't really think that was your template, but I do think when you compare them side-by-side you'll be forced to cede at least partial credit, LOL.
Cheers![/QUOTE]You could say this clue is an RW service.
Volusia 2 Brevard 1 The Game Is Afoot
[QUOTE=Ryuut;4878391]Felt like cheating but the cremation of Sam McGee is the answer.[/QUOTE]Correct again. The plagiarized poem I used in Jada's review was [B]The Cremation Of Sam McGee [i]by Robert W. Service[/i][/B].
[B]I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."[/B]