The song "Superman" is By Five for fighting.
I just felt like adding it into a little fic that made many people I know sad.
Oh and the "Al" mentioned. Is "Weird Al" Yankovic. And as soon as I find the lyrics to "Suzanne" by Weezer this will have a sequel.
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~§~Superman~§~
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
Al sat in the back of the tour bus. Watching the endless expanses of corn and wheat fields. He had been on the road for a few months now with "the guys." They band really didn't have an official name. There was a house. It had been nearly an hour since he had seen one. Maybe they were getting closer to the next town. The next show. Closer to his fans. They would make him happier.
Al got up and walked to the front of the bus.
"Cow" Rubén called and pointed out the window.
"Say that again and I'll.." Jim trailed off.
"Sleeping beauty has arisen." Rubén said and glanced at Al. "At least that's what those 'Al-gals' think" he said mockingly.
"You're just jealous." Al smirked."Are we to the next city yet?"
"We should be there soon." Jon looked up from his lap top.
Steve slid back the curtain to his bunk and crawled out. "Those things are tiny."
"I'm going back to get ready." Al walked back to his room.
I'm more than a bird..
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
They arrived at the next venue and the crew started to set up. Al sat back in his room on the back of the bus and waited for the preshow meeting with the few lucky fans who had backstage passes. Jon, Jim, Steve and Rubén shuffled around the front of the bus and went to do a few sound checks.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
He sat behind the table shook hands and hugged anyone who asked. He signed what seemed like an unending number of his latest album "Running with Scissors." He liked it. He loved his fans, almost as much as they seemed to love him. He recieved a few gifts from some of them. He posed for a few more pictures then went to prepare for the long show ahead.
It may sound absurd..but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed..but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
After the show. They waited a while for many of the people who just came to come to a concert to leave then opened the gates for the fans waiting outside. Al , fresh from the shower was there to greet them. Smiling and posing for pictures.
Up, up and away..away from me
It's all right..You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy..or anything..
Jon, Jim, and Steve stayed for a while to sign things. Rubén was nowhere to be found. But Al stayed the longest.
"We love you Al." A woman in a neon green shirt shouted before he finally retreated onto the bus. Onto the next show. The next city. More fans.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
"They LOVE you Al" Rubén cooed.
"Shut up." Al threw a pillow at Rubén and retreated to his room.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
And they were on the road again. It was night. The endless flash of streetlights faded to the occasional traffic light. Then to nothing. Darkness. Al lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling.
It's not easy to be me.
I just felt like adding it into a little fic that made many people I know sad.
Oh and the "Al" mentioned. Is "Weird Al" Yankovic. And as soon as I find the lyrics to "Suzanne" by Weezer this will have a sequel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~§~Superman~§~
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
Al sat in the back of the tour bus. Watching the endless expanses of corn and wheat fields. He had been on the road for a few months now with "the guys." They band really didn't have an official name. There was a house. It had been nearly an hour since he had seen one. Maybe they were getting closer to the next town. The next show. Closer to his fans. They would make him happier.
Al got up and walked to the front of the bus.
"Cow" Rubén called and pointed out the window.
"Say that again and I'll.." Jim trailed off.
"Sleeping beauty has arisen." Rubén said and glanced at Al. "At least that's what those 'Al-gals' think" he said mockingly.
"You're just jealous." Al smirked."Are we to the next city yet?"
"We should be there soon." Jon looked up from his lap top.
Steve slid back the curtain to his bunk and crawled out. "Those things are tiny."
"I'm going back to get ready." Al walked back to his room.
I'm more than a bird..
I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
They arrived at the next venue and the crew started to set up. Al sat back in his room on the back of the bus and waited for the preshow meeting with the few lucky fans who had backstage passes. Jon, Jim, Steve and Rubén shuffled around the front of the bus and went to do a few sound checks.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
He sat behind the table shook hands and hugged anyone who asked. He signed what seemed like an unending number of his latest album "Running with Scissors." He liked it. He loved his fans, almost as much as they seemed to love him. He recieved a few gifts from some of them. He posed for a few more pictures then went to prepare for the long show ahead.
It may sound absurd..but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed..but won't you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
After the show. They waited a while for many of the people who just came to come to a concert to leave then opened the gates for the fans waiting outside. Al , fresh from the shower was there to greet them. Smiling and posing for pictures.
Up, up and away..away from me
It's all right..You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy..or anything..
Jon, Jim, and Steve stayed for a while to sign things. Rubén was nowhere to be found. But Al stayed the longest.
"We love you Al." A woman in a neon green shirt shouted before he finally retreated onto the bus. Onto the next show. The next city. More fans.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
"They LOVE you Al" Rubén cooed.
"Shut up." Al threw a pillow at Rubén and retreated to his room.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
And they were on the road again. It was night. The endless flash of streetlights faded to the occasional traffic light. Then to nothing. Darkness. Al lay in his bed and looked at the ceiling.
It's not easy to be me.