We Aren't The World: An sj music project

Back in my early days of this heroin addiction we call a message board, I believe there was an attempt to write a novel. But I prefer to express myself lyrically. It's a written form more befitting of my beautiful soul.

So, let's write a song. I'll start with a verse -- which I hope many posters will build on -- and provide a chorus.

I'll tell ya what's better than being Kate Upton's sweater,
that Lane Bryant special that give TigerVols fits
Well the opposite of sadness is this message-board madness,
from YGB's fashion to Care Bear's fine wits


And the chorus:

Oh, sj, our pal, our online mistress, our gal
You make the days more approachable
Oh, sj, our friend, we're here 'til the end
Like Dick Whitman's cardio -- non-negotiable

 

Glad you decided to go with "wits" instead of ... well, never mind.

 

That's already the worst fucking song I've ever seen.

I never knew Greg Marmalard was writing songs after "Animal House."

 

That doesn't rhyme. Try harder.

 

The SportsJournalists.com song
is simple but true:

Blah, blah, blah, DRINK!
Blah, blah, blah, DRINK!
Blah, blah, blah, DRINK!
Fuck you, FANBOI LOOSER!

Second verse, same as the first. Go till dawn.

 

I'm going to give myself 24 hours to come up with a late 60s style bubblegum song that fits this board to a tee. I've got the concept of a Sugar Snake rolling around in my brain.

 

A drop of fnord, a dash of hot mess.
God only knows we've been shut down for less.
A galaxy of stars to make up for the jerk
Who thought that ass shot would be safe for work.

(Chorus, etc.)

 

We could set the bar lower but I don't know how
Maybe we better delete this goddamn verse now

Things could get worse and I'm sure they will
In a fetid bath of malodorous swill


(epic guitar solo)

 

I'd chime in but to do so would mean posting lyrics that would include politics, so Ill pass.

 

So we talk about money and the outlook's not sunny
And we debate without end the election
But it turns out that Nate, while effeminate, is great
For his math gave the Left an erection

 

Zartosht has fine penmanship.

 

It's a tough one to figure, of the two which is bigger:
oop's nonsense or the Yanks' salary cap
And I don't get the meaning behind Versatile's preening
But a peacock can't fly without some good cyber dap