Post by Madmogsue on Jul 15, 2005 1:07:55 GMT
ahem... ok, just a lil' bit o fun. was doing a seach for some inspiring songs to parody... when i come across this... with having the word "midnight" in it, i thought it needed a parody done.... so i have spent the evening amusing myself so...
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has she really lost memories
She is standing alone
In the torchlight, a 'lil moogle rests at her feet
crunching on, some Kupo nuts.
(midnight to Mog)
Tell me, about where you came from
you tell me a forest,
that you named Mount Mog
where some creatures, with big yellow eyes scared you away
And here you are, by my side
Every streetlamp seems to reek
of a stale ols smelly brewery
Sly Hands Splutters, Rhiannon Mutters
"where has that b*$!*&d gone???"
The Count comes, a new interest in Midnight
We must think of a new plan
Before Brink' gets his way
When brought to Lord Fear, how the watchers were tortured by Brink
The Day saved, by crazy Mog
Now two watchers come to meet
battle surroundings, the market
People flee, while others jump in glee
But later the moogle is gone
(Coriolis to Midnight)
Midnight, your not on your own now
i can tell you of old days
you were so troublesome then
I remember the time you put a rock to my head
Let the memory live again
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has she really lost memories
She is standing alone
In the torchlight, a 'lil moogle rests at her feet
crunching on, some Kupo nuts.
(midnight to Mog)
Tell me, about where you came from
you tell me a forest,
that you named Mount Mog
where some creatures, with big yellow eyes scared you away
And here you are, by my side
Every streetlamp seems to reek
of a stale ols smelly brewery
Sly Hands Splutters, Rhiannon Mutters
"where has that b*$!*&d gone???"
The Count comes, a new interest in Midnight
We must think of a new plan
Before Brink' gets his way
When brought to Lord Fear, how the watchers were tortured by Brink
The Day saved, by crazy Mog
Now two watchers come to meet
battle surroundings, the market
People flee, while others jump in glee
But later the moogle is gone
(Coriolis to Midnight)
Midnight, your not on your own now
i can tell you of old days
you were so troublesome then
I remember the time you put a rock to my head
Let the memory live again
