Proof that I really am well an truly insane.
So, I was saying just the other day I haven't written a mad song in over a year (Rat Monsters being the most recent).
Then last night I wrote this. And when singing it I have quite possibly the worst 'country and western' type accent ever sung in. So you know. I tried to sing it without that and it was just scary.
Zombies. Horrifically bad rhyming. Confusion. It's got it all...
Brains,
I want brains,
Give me brains,
To eat.
Well, death ain't quite as effective as it used to be,
And I am here to proove that as you'll quite clearly see.
Yeah, my demands are quite simple,
Don't matter if you've got pimples,
Even if from a nun in a wimple,
I want brains.
Well, life for me was quite dull until it ended,
Then something happened to me on which I hadn't depended.
See, I was raised in that graveyard,
Since then I've loved, laughed and played hard,
Now, even if they came jarred,
I want brains.
Brains,
I want brains,
Give me brains,
To eat.
See, we zombies get a bad rap for bein' undead,
But we wouldn't have that problem if we could get inside your head.
So, give us delicious, nutritious, don't have to be ambitious, brains.
Well, people runnin' and screamin' it gets dull fast,
And they never seem to realise that speed, just won't last,
If they just joined up with us,
There'd only be short-lived fuss,
Not like we want your livers*,
Just your brains.
Well, if you join the zombies, death'll be great,
An' if you do not willingly, then you'll just have to wait,
'Cause one way or another,
No point goin' undercover,
From you, your kids n' your mother,
We'll get brains!
So there you go. I blame Buffy, Joan of Arcadia and possibly cadhla.
And mokatiki too. Usually a good bet that I can blame her. And I wouldn't have noticed I was singing about zombies if she hadn't given me an odd look.
Oh, and 3am. Probably most of all, I blame 3am.
*Yes, I know, this is an absolutely terrible rhyme, even in this sea of them. But if I ever sing it and you hear it you'll be so busy cringing over the accent to notice the rhymes.
Then last night I wrote this. And when singing it I have quite possibly the worst 'country and western' type accent ever sung in. So you know. I tried to sing it without that and it was just scary.
Zombies. Horrifically bad rhyming. Confusion. It's got it all...
Brains,
I want brains,
Give me brains,
To eat.
Well, death ain't quite as effective as it used to be,
And I am here to proove that as you'll quite clearly see.
Yeah, my demands are quite simple,
Don't matter if you've got pimples,
Even if from a nun in a wimple,
I want brains.
Well, life for me was quite dull until it ended,
Then something happened to me on which I hadn't depended.
See, I was raised in that graveyard,
Since then I've loved, laughed and played hard,
Now, even if they came jarred,
I want brains.
Brains,
I want brains,
Give me brains,
To eat.
See, we zombies get a bad rap for bein' undead,
But we wouldn't have that problem if we could get inside your head.
So, give us delicious, nutritious, don't have to be ambitious, brains.
Well, people runnin' and screamin' it gets dull fast,
And they never seem to realise that speed, just won't last,
If they just joined up with us,
There'd only be short-lived fuss,
Not like we want your livers*,
Just your brains.
Well, if you join the zombies, death'll be great,
An' if you do not willingly, then you'll just have to wait,
'Cause one way or another,
No point goin' undercover,
From you, your kids n' your mother,
We'll get brains!
So there you go. I blame Buffy, Joan of Arcadia and possibly cadhla.
And mokatiki too. Usually a good bet that I can blame her. And I wouldn't have noticed I was singing about zombies if she hadn't given me an odd look.
Oh, and 3am. Probably most of all, I blame 3am.
*Yes, I know, this is an absolutely terrible rhyme, even in this sea of them. But if I ever sing it and you hear it you'll be so busy cringing over the accent to notice the rhymes.