Disclaimer. Don't own them. Don't own the lyrics. What you people think in the privacy of your own heads is up to you. ;)
(Remember in 'Stray', the Talon had 'open mike' night - 'get out of the shower, get up on stage' ? Wonder who thought of that and why?)
Normally, Luthor Hall was silent. Today, there was something new. Something disturbing.
A surprisingly muscular arm reaching out of the shower cubicle to turn up the radio. A heavy bass riff kicking in. A drum pulse. One pale foot tapping the tile floor.
"Yeah, yeah...oohoo...oohoo..."
The foot tapping intensifies. Head nodding. The hips begin to move to the beat. A bit of shoulder action creeps in. A good tenor voice amplified by the cubicle.
~High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here...~
Definite dancing now. Several well-defined muscle groups rocking out. Hands up to soap the scalp, elbows circling.
~...Explain all of these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul...~
Clark had decided to deliver the groceries early, to fit in a study date with Pete and Chloe that evening. Now he stood, open mouthed, staring up at the window where the noise was coming from.
*Is that who I think it is?*
Eyes closed, tube of shower gel as a microphone.
~Love, lift me up out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you...~
This had to be seen to be believed. Clark focused his gaze, let the walls fade out. Not just singing. Someone was shaking their groove thang. The realisation of where that person was snapped him out of it hastily.
Clark began to grin. Lex Luthor, at a bathroom near you. How to phrase this..."Lana, I've got an idea for the Talon..."
The song finished, and the radio went off. Clark waited a moment, leant on the horn. Lex looked out of the window, towel round his neck.
"Hi, Clark."
"Hi, Lex." The grin got wider. "Would you like me to send in the air groupies now?"
(Apologies to Bloom County.)
U2 - Elevation. Listen. Imagine. I did!
(Remember in 'Stray', the Talon had 'open mike' night - 'get out of the shower, get up on stage' ? Wonder who thought of that and why?)
Normally, Luthor Hall was silent. Today, there was something new. Something disturbing.
A surprisingly muscular arm reaching out of the shower cubicle to turn up the radio. A heavy bass riff kicking in. A drum pulse. One pale foot tapping the tile floor.
"Yeah, yeah...oohoo...oohoo..."
The foot tapping intensifies. Head nodding. The hips begin to move to the beat. A bit of shoulder action creeps in. A good tenor voice amplified by the cubicle.
~High, higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here...~
Definite dancing now. Several well-defined muscle groups rocking out. Hands up to soap the scalp, elbows circling.
~...Explain all of these controls
Can't sing but I've got soul...~
Clark had decided to deliver the groceries early, to fit in a study date with Pete and Chloe that evening. Now he stood, open mouthed, staring up at the window where the noise was coming from.
*Is that who I think it is?*
Eyes closed, tube of shower gel as a microphone.
~Love, lift me up out of these blues
Won't you tell me something true
I believe in you...~
This had to be seen to be believed. Clark focused his gaze, let the walls fade out. Not just singing. Someone was shaking their groove thang. The realisation of where that person was snapped him out of it hastily.
Clark began to grin. Lex Luthor, at a bathroom near you. How to phrase this..."Lana, I've got an idea for the Talon..."
The song finished, and the radio went off. Clark waited a moment, leant on the horn. Lex looked out of the window, towel round his neck.
"Hi, Clark."
"Hi, Lex." The grin got wider. "Would you like me to send in the air groupies now?"
(Apologies to Bloom County.)
U2 - Elevation. Listen. Imagine. I did!