Discussion -- 300 Word Challenge #6

[Jo Zebedee]

Night fever, night fever,
You know where your head goes,
Night fever, night fever,
And an arm and a leg... eggg...eg..egg

D'you know, I think Chrispy has a point in his intros, there is nowhere else where I would say such a thing. Ever.

 

[David Evil Overlord]

Well, you can tell ‘cos I’m rotting, when I walk,
I'm a zombie man, we need to talk.
Your screams are loud, your brains are warm,
I've been kicked around, since I was re-born.
And now it's all right. And it's OK,
And you may run the other way.
Or we can try to understand,
Necromancy’s effect on man.

Whether a brain-lover or whether you're another,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we’re stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Stayin' aliiiiiiiiiive!

Well now, I get low and I get high,
And by eatin' brains, I get by.
Got magic, black, upon my back.
Your brains would make a tasty snack.
You know it's all right. And it’s OK.
Won’t live to see another day.
Won’t you try to understand,
Necromancy’s effect on man.

Whether zombie-fever or whether you're a breather,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we’re stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Aaaaaaaaaaah! Stayin' aliiiiiiiiiive!

 

[Luiglin]

And to show their softer side ...

Guess mine is not the first heart to stop beating,
my eyes are not the first to pop
I'm not the first to rise, I just have to moan and groan after you

I know I'm just a corpse who's willing to shamble around and hunt for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else for me to do
I'm hopelessly devouring you

But now there's no way to die, since you pushed my corpse aside
I'm out of my grave, hopelessly devouring you,
Hopelessly devouring you, hopelessly devouring you

My head is saying "duh, duh duh duh", my heart is saying "duh duh duh"
Hold on to my jaw, that's what I have to do
I'm hopelessly devouring you

But now there's no way to die, since you pushed my corpse aside
I'm not in my grave, hopelessly devouring you
Hopelessly devouring you, hopelessly devouring you

(to the tune of Hopelessly devoted to you - Olivia Newton-John)

 

[Kylara]

And those who are hungry....


(Brains brains brains braaaiiins! Brains brains brains braaaiiins! Brains brains brains braaaiiins! Braaaiiins! braaaiiinns!)

Where have all the humans gone
And where are all their brains?
Where's my street-wise shambler
Who joined the rising tides?
Isn't there a zombie knight upon a zombie steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream
of what I need

I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be weak
And he's gotta be slow
And he's gotta be fresh from the fridge
I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the morning light
He's gotta have sauce
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest chasing spree
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone running away from me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a well placed blow to knock him off his feet

I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be weak
And he's gotta be slow
And he's gotta be fresh from the fridge
I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the morning light
He's gotta have sauce
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear that there's some brains somewhere
Waiting for me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can smell his fresh brain
Like the rot in my blood

I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be weak
And he's gotta be slow
And he's gotta be fresh from the fridge
I need to eat brains
I'm holding out for a live one 'til the morning light
He's gotta have sauce
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need to eat brains. I'm holding out for a live one 'til the end of the night

 

[Bowler1]

I feel hungry...

 

[StilLearning]

What would the album title be?

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Kylara, I sincerely hope you haven't ruined that song for me forever. That's brilliant!

The others are, too, of course, but I know her song better to begin with ... dating myself, there.

 

[David Evil Overlord]

I'm singin' about brains,
I'm singin' about brains,
What a glorious feelin',
I'm hungry again.

The zombie crowds chase,
Everyone from the place,
But I'm singin', just singin' about brains.

 

[Ursa major]

That reminds me of a story about Brendan Behan:

The second story states that he would write a slogan for Guinness if he were given a few crates of the product. The next day, the advertisers from Guinness returned to find the crates empty, surrounded by bits of crumpled paper, and he said "I've got it: 'Guinness makes you drunk.'"

It so happens that Brains is a brand of Beer. (They sponsor the Welsh Rugby Union team, I believe.) I wonder how they would like a new slogan, one that has a satisfied customer saying:

"I'm so happy! I'm drunk out of your skull on Brains!"
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[Luiglin]

OT again: I think we're missing our calling here. There has been Pride, Prejudice and Zombies and Android Karenina. What there hasn't been is a musical horror mashup. I think we could easily do versions of Saturday Night Fever (Saturday Night Brain Fever) or Grease (Blood)

 

[David Evil Overlord]

Hopefully more successful than Fifty Shades Of Brains.

 

[TheDustyZebra]

Wouldn't that be Fifty Brains of Grey?

 

[David Evil Overlord]

One will be the title of the original book. The other will be a blatant rip-off by unscrupulous "authors" who feed upon the brains (and wallets) of readers by writing a million words of cr**, and disguising it with a sound-alike title.