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Post by Amanda on Nov 13, 2004 14:21:38 GMT -5
Does anyone own the audio books on cd. I am trying to collect the songs on them. If someone would be kind enough to copy the song part on it and send it to my email which is cratcat869@aol.com. Please and Thank You
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:49:39 GMT -5
Here is The Bad Beginning : The count has an eye on his ankle, and lives in a horrible place He wants all your money, he's never at all funny, he wants to remove your face. And you might be thinking "What a romp this is," but wait 'til you meet his accomplices. When you see Count Olaf you're suddenly full of disgust and despair and dismay. In the hole of the soul of Count Olaf there's no love, when you see Count Olaf, count to zero, then scream and run away, scream, scream, scream, and run away run, run, run, run, run, run, run, or die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, or die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die. Two women with powdered white faces, and one long-nosed bald man with warts. Things worsen and worsen, there's a hook-handed person, and others with nastier parts. This evil and unpleasant crew completes Count Olaf's acting troupe. The goal of Count Olaf is getting control of the fortune of urchins and orphans alike, I mean horrors, Count Olaf is no laughing matter, when you see Count Olaf, count to zero, then scream and run away, scream, scream, scream and run away, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, or die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run, or die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die, die
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:51:22 GMT -5
Heres the Reptile Room: In the reptile room, Where the baby screams, Weirder creatures loom, Than in all of your dreams. In the reptile room, Hither and thither, Creatures from cartoons, Slither any-whither. In the reptile room, Anacondas dance, Will they be our doom, Will we be their bon-bons And you wanna know, wanna know, wanna know why I frown, Well I'm smiling, I'm just smiling upside down. In the reptile room, There’s an evil man, In a strange costume, Do not ride in his van. In the reptile room, Are pythons at play? In the murky gloom, What a horrible day…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:52:29 GMT -5
Heres the Wide Window: The world is a very scary place, my dear. It's hurled and it's twirled through outer space I fear. So many ways to lose your skin in it. The number of ways to die is infinite. The world is a very scary thing, I find. It curled all my toes and it’s curling my mind. When I was young my study was candies, but they attract tarantulas and bees. Some people act as if there were nothing wrong, due to the fact they haven't heard this song. The world is a very scary place to go. It's whirled and it’s swirled with death-like pace you know. You may have found my views unorthodox, but now the wolf is at the door, it knocks…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:53:28 GMT -5
Heres the Miserable Mill: Gone, gone the girl in brocade, Gone the words we might have said. Howl winds because she is dead, and gone, gone, gone. Were teary, teary eyes once bright, weary sighs the tune. Dreary, dreary for all the night, and eerie light of the moon. Gone, gone my Beatrice. Gone the lips I longed to kiss, into a black and bleak abyss, Gone, gone, gone. Were teary, teary eyes once bright, weary sighs the tune. Dreary, dreary for all the night, and eerie light of the moon. Were teary, teary eyes once bright, weary sighs the tune. Dreary, dreary for all the night, and eerie light of the moon…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:54:25 GMT -5
Heres the Austere Academy: I have known little civility, sir, few have been kind, fewer truthful. And though within my ability, sir, I remain dutifully youthful. I go gray, then bald, with chagrin, when you play the violin. How I pray for death to begin, when you play the violin. True, there’s been trouble and trickery, sir, trembling and tribulations. Twitches from switches of hickory sir, you sir and your usurpation. But my patience wears very thin, when you play the violin. How I stay I can’t imagine, when you play the violin. I’ve endured struggling and thuggery, sir, Physical Ed and psychosis. Sculleries, skulls, and skullduggeries, sir, Haplessness, hype and hypnosis. But oy vay! the horrible din, when you play the violin. You betray an ear made of tin, when you play, when you slay the violin…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:55:38 GMT -5
Heres the Ersatz Elevator: This abyss, this lightless void. This abyss, of world destroyed. Even in the darkest forest, fireflies are flickering. But not in this, abyss. This abyss, of black increased, This abyss, without surcease. Even in the deepest ocean, there’ a little moonlight. This abyss, of night unbound. This abyss, without a sound. Even in your bedroom shadow, there is something moving…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:57:06 GMT -5
Heres the Vile Village: It gets dark around here early, because of all the crows. What they want and where they came from, no one really knows. Crows are sour and surly, with reason I suppose. There are crows, crows, crows in the trees, saying crows things, doing as they please. There are crows, crows, crows everywhere, but when I think of you dear I don’t care. There are crows, crows, crows in the trees, saying crows things, doing as they please. There are crows, crows, crows everywhere, but when I think of you dear, I don’t care. It gets light around slowly, because of how it goes. Everyday we hear the same dumb list of those crows woes. Thinking they’re so holy while leaving mementos. There are crows, crows, crows in the trees, saying crow things, doing as they please. There are crows, crows, crows everywhere, but when I think of you dear I don’t care. I don’t care because I know you love me, unlike all crows lurking above me…
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:58:47 GMT -5
Heres the Hostile Hospital: Smile, no one cares how you feel. Be vicious, vain and vile. Everything’s yours to steal if you’ll just smile. Smile, Have you no dignity? Have you no sense of style? You’ll never be pretty until you smile. Smile, no one cares how you feel. There’s a world to beguile. You can make this world kneel if you’ll just smile…
We are volunteers fighting disease And we're cheerful all day long If someone said that we were sad That person would be wrong We visit people who are sick And try to make them smile Even if their noses bleed Or if they cough up bile Tra la la, Fiddle dee dee Hope you get well soon Ho ho ho, hee hee hee Have a heart shaped balloon We visit people who are ill And try to make them laugh Even when the doctor says We must saw them in half We sing and sing all night and day And then we sing some more We sing to boys with broken bones And girls whose throats are sore Tra la la, Fiddle dee dee Hope you get well soon Ho ho ho, hee hee hee Have a heart shaped balloon We sing to men with measles And to women with the flu And if you breathe in deadly germs We'll probably sing to you Tra la la, Fiddle dee dee Hope you get well soon Ho ho ho, hee hee hee Have a heart shaped balloon
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 14:59:49 GMT -5
Heres the Slippery Slope: Chorus: How do you slow this thing down? How do you make this thing slow down? We tried to brake, By saying "Must be some mistake." Problem unsolved, We said "Don't make me get involved."
Chorus
We tried to slow, It down by shrieking "No No NO!" We tried to halt, By whimpering "It's not my fault."
Chorus
It's not fair. We've tried all kinds of prayer. We've tried science, It sped up in defience.
Chorus
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 15:00:32 GMT -5
Heres the Grim Grotto: A million mushrooms fill the field, Where marchers’ bodies lately fell. More marchers marching heavy heeled, Release more spores that marched as well.
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 15:01:37 GMT -5
This is not on an audio cd, but here are the lyrics for The Litle Snicket Lad: Verse One: On a charming little cattle farm Near a pretty deadly lake. Was a ve - ry preg - n - ant wo - ma - n, and her husband, known as jake Though they lived in a big mansion, Down Robber Road a tad, It wa - s at the fa - rm the la - dy Bore the little Snicket lad.
Chorus: And then they took him, yea they took him, They took him far a - way, They to - ok him in the dead of night, Beneath a moon of grey.
They took him from the kitchen, Like you'd take a midnight snack, The V.F.D they - y t - o - ok him, And they never brought him back.
Verse Two: He was lively, and intelli-gent, And drank a lot of milk His cri - b wa - s ma - de of sil - ver, And his dia - pers sewn from silk.
Both his siblings wat - ched him, And his mother, and his dad, But someone e - lse wa - s wat - ch - ing O'er the little Snicket lad
Chorus: And then they took him, yea they took him, They took him far a - way, They to - ok him in the dead of night, Beneath a moon of grey.
They took him from the kitchen, Like you'd take a midnight snack, The V.F.D they - y t - o - ok him, And they never brought him back.
Verse Three: One evening Jake was chopping wood, And his wife was at the Mill, The sib - lings twi we - re drin-k - ing tea, And the house was very still
They came in through the win - dows, Not the door, which was the fad, A long bla - ck car was par-ked out - side, For the little Snicket lad.
Chorus: And then they took him, yea they took him, They took him far a - way, They to - ok him in the dead of night, Beneath a moon of grey.
They took him from the kitchen, Like you'd take a midnight snack, The V.F.D they - y t - o - ok him, And they never brought him back.
Coda: "When we grab you by the ankles, Where our mark is to be made, You'll so-on be do - ing no - ble wor - k, Although you won't be paid. When we drive away in secret, You'll be a vol - un - teer, So do - n't scre-am wh - en we take you: The world is quiet here."
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Post by Amanda on Nov 13, 2004 16:16:07 GMT -5
Thanks for the lyrics, but what I really wanted was for someone to email the actual songs to me.
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Post by artluvr on Nov 13, 2004 16:26:54 GMT -5
I've got Smile. What's your email/AIM name?
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Post by Oreo on Nov 13, 2004 16:45:08 GMT -5
Sorry I misunderstood you.
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