FST~ Hibari Kyoya
The Chairman of the Bored
An FST for Hibari Kyoya and Hibird
[and One Hundred Punks]
001. THREE LITTLE BIRDS Bob Marley
Rise up this mornin'; smiled with the risin' sun.
Three little birds pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true; saying,
"This is my message to you-ou-ou.”
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, ‘cause ev-ry little thing gonna be all right."
Sayin': "Don't worry about a thing, ‘cause ev-ry little thing gonna be all right!"
For nothing relieves your irritation more
than the music of a little bird.
002. I'M BORED Iggy Pop
I'm bored
I'm the chairman of the bored,
I'm a lengthy monologue
I'm livin' like a dog
I'm bored
I bore myself to sleep at night
I bore myself in broad daylight coz
I'm bored
Rules
Warnings
Threats
Is all your delinquency just to
get away from your paperwork?
003. THE RUNNING FREE Coheed and Cambria
All non-believers stand aside and fear
A new day's marching through the door
How could you ever think you'd make it here?
Did it bleed? Was it sore?
Through the struggles you've endured
You've come so far from innocence
Provided all the consequence
Only what does it matter now?
With wounds like embarrassing parasites
the family wonders how you can be so reckless.
You just shrug.
And walk away.
004. ASTURIAS John Williams
[Instrumental]
We all know you have arrived
When the the piano keys fly across the room.
005. ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST Queen
There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground
You can beat him, you can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him when he's down
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip, repeating the sound of the beat.
Smell the dirt and blood
that beats up from the ground and tell yourself
"Hn. You think you would have it so easy?"
the mouth the mouth
you are one big mouth.
006. ONE HUNDRED PUNKS The Offspring
A hundred punks run the loaded gun.
They look so sharp.
They look like one.
If you ain't got the look you'll never be one.
Respect fell into your lap.
Kusakabe.
An army of goons.
And a lot of hair gel.
007. DANCING IN A MINE FIELD Plushgun
Leave all your mores behind,
'cause we will party from the inside
don't check that watch you're here to stay
and we will dance and dance and dance the night away.
You are too careful to die and will use
cunning and grace
in your whirlwind of tonfa-steel.
008. BOY WHO MURDERED LOVE Diana Vickers
You're the thief of innocence
You're a tainted cherry tree
There's a mark upon your skin
Where your heart once used to be.
You tossed all sensitivity out the window, and yet
you still admire the beauty of the cherry blossoms
each spring.
009. EVERYONE GETS A STAR Albert Hammond Jr.
Won't you go back to where you go?
I want you to, forever no
These guys have all got problems.
These guys have all got their problems.
Today, you've come now go away.
I know it gets so confusing.
Sometimes it all seems to drag me down.
And when I'm getting closer.
So close, everything just falls apart.
These guys, these punks,
what they must have done to earn your respect.
What must they have done to be allowed to wear
your badge?
010. TAKE ME HOME John Denver
Country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong.
Your eyes relax,
tracing the outline of Namimori Middle
above the surrounding low-rises.
Clouds drift anywhere,
but they only gather energy over the ocean.
011. HUSHABYE MOUNTAIN Dick Van Dyke
A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.
Namimori Middle cradles you to sleep
every afternoon
on the breezy, sunny rooftop.
Mountains loom in the distance.
One is probably a volcano.
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