Weiss Kreuz ~ Farfie Eastwood
Note from Q: Heh. I gave Shadow free rein to work last night. He forgot to take his meds so he worked on this. All in all, it's not too bad. Maybe I can convince him to create a username for the site! Anyway, more stories are forthcoming from me, so watch for them.
I remain,
Q.
Again, another song fic, this time to the tune of The Gorillaz "Clint Eastwood". In case you remember Quaterine Winner, this is by her brother, commonly known as "Shadow". Anyway, we have created a duo (no, not the one from Gundam) so that we may continue producing "hits" for all the loyal readers out there. Because apparently, the song fic "I've got a knife" was such a smash with fans of Weiss Kreuz, we have produced another. I am Shadow, and this is "Farfie Eastwood". (By the way, I am not as crazy as my sister makes me out to be. At least, not after my Ritalin has kicked in. Hee hee. er, anyway, enjoy.) DISCLAIMER: The Weiss boys and all other related matter do not belong to us, nor do we have any rights to them. Fortunately, as long as we do not say that they are, we will not be sued. Isn't that just grand? Without further ado, we present "Farfie Eastwood". Enjoy.
(-) = Italics
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Brad mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But it also makes Brad mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times*)
Finally, they've let me out of my straitjacket,
All the time was passin' but they gave me back my hatchet
So I'm happy right now, mad like a diseased cow,
Lickin' at the blade wow, I've just come back to spout
Crazy, insane, I sometimes can't think so they command me to
One-eyed point of view, can't ever make things manageable
I sit and stew, hit the booze, I won't ever lose
Pay the dues, who you think's the next one I'ma choose?
Picture me destroying Weiss, there's no other vice,
In life I am the spice, you think it's lunatic?
To the sick, maybe, I'm ludicrous, spoof off this
And listen to your inner urge and just go crazy
Mindless, for those with definition of what mind is
Lifeless, to me because I've been put on the life list,
You like this? Knife totin' homicide, one more life wiped,
I can now just sit back and enjoy life.
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Nagi mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But it also makes Nagi really mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife,
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times*)
The knives and the hatchets, without them nothing matches
Allow me to snatch this, rhyme while I have the chance
Instinct, you have it or you don't, that's the truth of it
And I've got it, every dude I hit, all the booze I sip
Every spoof I spit, you hear with your mind
'Cuz it's just an enterprise, words on paper not on mic
Bein' sucked into my life, now you're fearin' for your life
Here's Schwarz, no bad reports, killin' others is the life
And I'm hurtin' God, you can't ever see him but he's there in the clouds,
And distortin' the crowds, that's the end
So I'ma lick some knives, stay shined and keep my spirits high,
Bust a few heads, stab guts and be a nice guy
To distract thoughts, keep killin' all lots,
So I can keep myself focused, when Weiss hits the spot
Feelin' the pleasure of the kill again,
No screaming and remember *whispering* I'm just there in your head.
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Schuldich mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' my knife,
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But then Schu-Schu gets extremely mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times, then starts chorus over again*
*Maniacal laughter fades off into the distance*)
So. what do you think? This is Shadow again by the way. Do you still think I am as demented as my sister makes me out to be? Well, I am. But I'm not crazy. No. It's all the others who are crazy. Hee hee hee, but I'll show them, one of these days I'll. er, are you still listening? Oh. Pretend you didn't hear that. *Nervous laughter* Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And hopefully I will be back to write again soon. Until then, loyally yours, Shadow. (By the way, did I mention that I wrote this fic in the space of an hour? Scary, isn't it? Bye for now.)
Note from Q: Heh. I gave Shadow free rein to work last night. He forgot to take his meds so he worked on this. All in all, it's not too bad. Maybe I can convince him to create a username for the site! Anyway, more stories are forthcoming from me, so watch for them.
I remain,
Q.
Again, another song fic, this time to the tune of The Gorillaz "Clint Eastwood". In case you remember Quaterine Winner, this is by her brother, commonly known as "Shadow". Anyway, we have created a duo (no, not the one from Gundam) so that we may continue producing "hits" for all the loyal readers out there. Because apparently, the song fic "I've got a knife" was such a smash with fans of Weiss Kreuz, we have produced another. I am Shadow, and this is "Farfie Eastwood". (By the way, I am not as crazy as my sister makes me out to be. At least, not after my Ritalin has kicked in. Hee hee. er, anyway, enjoy.) DISCLAIMER: The Weiss boys and all other related matter do not belong to us, nor do we have any rights to them. Fortunately, as long as we do not say that they are, we will not be sued. Isn't that just grand? Without further ado, we present "Farfie Eastwood". Enjoy.
(-) = Italics
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Brad mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But it also makes Brad mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times*)
Finally, they've let me out of my straitjacket,
All the time was passin' but they gave me back my hatchet
So I'm happy right now, mad like a diseased cow,
Lickin' at the blade wow, I've just come back to spout
Crazy, insane, I sometimes can't think so they command me to
One-eyed point of view, can't ever make things manageable
I sit and stew, hit the booze, I won't ever lose
Pay the dues, who you think's the next one I'ma choose?
Picture me destroying Weiss, there's no other vice,
In life I am the spice, you think it's lunatic?
To the sick, maybe, I'm ludicrous, spoof off this
And listen to your inner urge and just go crazy
Mindless, for those with definition of what mind is
Lifeless, to me because I've been put on the life list,
You like this? Knife totin' homicide, one more life wiped,
I can now just sit back and enjoy life.
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Nagi mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But it also makes Nagi really mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife,
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times*)
The knives and the hatchets, without them nothing matches
Allow me to snatch this, rhyme while I have the chance
Instinct, you have it or you don't, that's the truth of it
And I've got it, every dude I hit, all the booze I sip
Every spoof I spit, you hear with your mind
'Cuz it's just an enterprise, words on paper not on mic
Bein' sucked into my life, now you're fearin' for your life
Here's Schwarz, no bad reports, killin' others is the life
And I'm hurtin' God, you can't ever see him but he's there in the clouds,
And distortin' the crowds, that's the end
So I'ma lick some knives, stay shined and keep my spirits high,
Bust a few heads, stab guts and be a nice guy
To distract thoughts, keep killin' all lots,
So I can keep myself focused, when Weiss hits the spot
Feelin' the pleasure of the kill again,
No screaming and remember *whispering* I'm just there in your head.
(Stuff hurts God, really bad
But it also gets Schuldich mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' my knife,
If you see me, run for your life
Yeah it hurts God, really bad
But then Schu-Schu gets extremely mad
So I'm sittin' here, lickin' a knife
If you see me, run for your life
*Last four words repeat four times, then starts chorus over again*
*Maniacal laughter fades off into the distance*)
So. what do you think? This is Shadow again by the way. Do you still think I am as demented as my sister makes me out to be? Well, I am. But I'm not crazy. No. It's all the others who are crazy. Hee hee hee, but I'll show them, one of these days I'll. er, are you still listening? Oh. Pretend you didn't hear that. *Nervous laughter* Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And hopefully I will be back to write again soon. Until then, loyally yours, Shadow. (By the way, did I mention that I wrote this fic in the space of an hour? Scary, isn't it? Bye for now.)
