Oh, come on, don't act surprised. With insane-o's like the Princess (My
Evil Alter Ego, the one you can blame for all the cliffhangers and thntire story of Forever Young) running around, and a bored Saturday aome, what do you expect?
Mu-ha-ha.
Okay, this is based on Annie. I've finished two of the songs, but I donave the motivation to do the rest of them right now. I've got two sampleongs, and then the other songs that are possibilities in italics. Lemmnow what you are interested in and I'll work on it.
Disclaimer: I dont own Annie. I dont own the songs. I do own the sofretzel I'm eating right now though.
Special Notes:
Karen Murray is a fellow fanfiction writer. She has written the Tyronica
Stories and her SN is ILOVEEYESONLY on Delphi. You can usually find herround here as I Am Afraid of Teletubies or something similar to that. I
love making fun of her, so ner.
Dark Angel: The Musical
Act One
It is June of 2019 and America is deep in the midst of the post-pulse
Depression. In the mountains of Wyoming, the X5 Bunk of Manticore, has beehe drab home of nineteen-year-old Max. Early one chill morning, awake at
4:00 A.M., Max wonders what her lost brother, Zack might be like (Maybe).
Max:
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be drinking real coffee.
Or getting ready for work.
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
He's watching Pay-Per-Veiw Wrestling.
Or getting drunk on Smirnoff Ice.
Betcha he's pretty.
Betcha he's smart.
Bet he collect things
Like stuffed squirrels and car hood ornaments!
Betcha he's good --
Why wouldn't he be?
His only mistake
Was giving up me!
So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
He'll be there calling me "Baby sister"...
Maybe.
Betcha he smokes.
Betcha he drinks.
Maybe he's gay.
And has a closet of clothes!
Maybe he's straight
As straight as a line...
Don't really care
As long as he's mine!
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind...
Won't you please
come get your "Baby sister"
Mr. Donald Michael Lydecker, the mean-tempered man who is in charge of
Manticore is furious at finding Max and the X5s for not being out of bed at
4:00 A.M. and puts them to work running laps. Max and the X5s angrilament the fact that they are living The Hard-Knock Life.
It's the Hard-Knock Life
X5s:
It's the hard-knock life for us!
It's the hard-knock life for us!
Max:
'Steada treated,
X5s:
We get Field Med!
Max:
'Steada kisses,
X5s:
We get Ammo Training!
All:
It's the hard-knock life!
Got no knowledge of pop culture to speak of, so,
It's the hard-knock row we how!
Max:
Hospital Gowns,
X5s:
'Steada of jeans!
Max:
Anthrax vaccinations,
X5s:
'Steada of Flu!
All:
It's the hard-knock life!
Max:
Don't it feel like that asshole is always bitchin'?
Jhondie and Syl:
Don't it seem like there's never any good literature!
Zane and Krit:
Once a day, don't you wanna throw a grenade?
Tinga and Eva:
Zane, you dumbass, we already do.
Max:
No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!
No one cares if you get seizures or go into heat.
All:
No one cares about you
When you're in a super-solider!
Tinga:
(Making a whistling sound and imitating Lydecker)
You'll stay up till you bury that senator in the woods!!
X5s:
Yank the hair from his receding hairline
Jab his eyes out with a spoon
Make her drink some rat poison
We love you, Lydecker
Syl:
(whistle)
Shoot that!
(whistle)
Kill him!
(whistle)
Blow that up!
All:
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're a super-solider
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life!
Later that morning, Max seizes opportunity to escape from Manticore biding in an empty box that is being hauled off in a trunk. If her brother,
Zack isn't coming back for her, Max is going to go find him.
In Seattle, city Sector Police pursue stray vehicles, but they miss one, ad-faced Ninja 600 that is immediately 'adopted' by Max, who has beeandering alone through the wintry streets of the city for ten years.
"They're after me, too," Max tells the motercycle, and then assures hihat "Everything's gonna be fine for the both of us. If not today the...
Tomorrow."
Max:
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
Away!
Detective Sung of the Seattle Police Department pulls Max over fopeeding. He suspects that Max doesn't have a driver's license and that thike isn't really hers, but Max insists that the bike is hers. Det. Sung ieluctantly persuaded that the motorcycle doesn't belongs to Max when shops and wheelie and drives away.
Underneath the 59th Street Bridge is a so-called Karenville, a post-pulse-
style shanty town that is home to an assortment of unemployed people of
Seattle who sarcastically let it be known that 'We'd Like To Thank You,
Karen Murray.'
All:
Today we're living in a box
Today we're scrounging for a meal
Sophie:
Today I'm stealing trashcans for fires
Who knew I could steal?
Men:
I used to winter in the tropics
Women:
I spent my summers at the shore
Fred:
I used to throw away the paper--
All:
We'd like to thank you: Karen Murray
For really showing us the way
We'd like to thank you: Karen Murray
You made us what we are today
Prosperity was 'round the corner
The cozy cottage built for two
In this blue heaven
That you
Gave us
Yes! We're turning blue!
They offered us Al Smith and A.Heiney
We paid attention and we chose
Not only did we pay attention
We paid through the nose.
In ev'ry part he said "a chicken"
But Karen Murray, she set off the Pulse
Not only don't we have the chicken
We ain't got the pot!
Hey Kar-y
Women:
You left behind a grateful nation
All:
So, Murray, our hats are off to you
We're up to here with admiration
Sophie:
Come down and have a little stew
All:
Come down and share some Christmas dinner
Be sure to bring the missus too
We got no turkey for our stuffing
We'd like to thank you, Karen Murray
For really showing us the way
You dirty rat, you
Bureaucrat, you
Made us what we are today
Come and get it, Karen!
Max turns up, wondering if anyone in the Karenville had ever seen herother from Manticore. Her sunny disposition (bitchy attitude) endears Mao the Karenville-ites (try to run away), who inviter her to join them in up of Mulligan stew (throw the stew at her). The police raid the
Karenville, and Max is arrested, although the motorcycle escapes.
Back at Manticore, Lydecker's nerves are at the breaking point from havino put up with Little Soldiers when Det. Sung arrives with Max in tow.
After Det. Sung leaves, Lydecker is about to clobber Max when into
Manticore comes Bling, who is the young and beautiful private secretary to
Logan Cale, the billionaire journalist. Logan has decided to invite a super-
solider to spend the Christmas holidays at home. And, to the fury of
Lydecker, Max is chosen by Bling and driven off in a limousine.
Max and Bling arrive at Logan 's downtown Seattle penthouse, where platoonf security guards are working. Max is delighted to learn that, as a guest,
she herself won't have to do any security work. (I Think I'm Gonna Like It
Here).
Logan Cale arrives home from a business trip and is unhappy to discovehat the super-solider invited by Bling isn't a blonde. Still, he agrees take Max to the movies, to the Seattle Theater, and Logan, Max and Blinalk forty-five blocks to Times Square, through the streets of the cithat Logan loves best (Seattle.) And, while walking with Max, Logan findimself unexpectedly wanting to sleep with her.
A week later, Bling turns up at Manticore to tell Lydecker that Logan haecided to sleep with Max. Lydecker is not happy about this news, to sahe least. As Bling is leaving, He bumps into Lydecker's bitch, Renfro, whs broke, just out of prison and looking for a handout from her pimp daddy.
And with Renfro is her crack monkey lover, White. Lydecker, Renfro and
White dream of better days for themselves on Torturing Small Animals and
Children Street.
In his penthouse, Logan is about to tell Max that he wishes to sleep witer. But first he gives her a present, a locket to replace the old brokene that she always wears. Max breaks down in tears, saying that shoesn't want a new locket, because this one she got from her brother before disappeared. And the one thing she wants in the world is to find herother. Crushed, stunned, Logan promises Max that he'll find her brotheor her. Bling and the Security guards assure Max that Logan will find herother (You Won't Be A Genetically Engineered Killing Machine For Long).
Evil Alter Ego, the one you can blame for all the cliffhangers and thntire story of Forever Young) running around, and a bored Saturday aome, what do you expect?
Mu-ha-ha.
Okay, this is based on Annie. I've finished two of the songs, but I donave the motivation to do the rest of them right now. I've got two sampleongs, and then the other songs that are possibilities in italics. Lemmnow what you are interested in and I'll work on it.
Disclaimer: I dont own Annie. I dont own the songs. I do own the sofretzel I'm eating right now though.
Special Notes:
Karen Murray is a fellow fanfiction writer. She has written the Tyronica
Stories and her SN is ILOVEEYESONLY on Delphi. You can usually find herround here as I Am Afraid of Teletubies or something similar to that. I
love making fun of her, so ner.
Dark Angel: The Musical
Act One
It is June of 2019 and America is deep in the midst of the post-pulse
Depression. In the mountains of Wyoming, the X5 Bunk of Manticore, has beehe drab home of nineteen-year-old Max. Early one chill morning, awake at
4:00 A.M., Max wonders what her lost brother, Zack might be like (Maybe).
Max:
Maybe far away
Or maybe real nearby
He may be drinking real coffee.
Or getting ready for work.
Maybe in a house
All hidden by a hill
He's watching Pay-Per-Veiw Wrestling.
Or getting drunk on Smirnoff Ice.
Betcha he's pretty.
Betcha he's smart.
Bet he collect things
Like stuffed squirrels and car hood ornaments!
Betcha he's good --
Why wouldn't he be?
His only mistake
Was giving up me!
So maybe now it's time,
And maybe when I wake
He'll be there calling me "Baby sister"...
Maybe.
Betcha he smokes.
Betcha he drinks.
Maybe he's gay.
And has a closet of clothes!
Maybe he's straight
As straight as a line...
Don't really care
As long as he's mine!
So maybe now this prayer's
The last one of it's kind...
Won't you please
come get your "Baby sister"
Mr. Donald Michael Lydecker, the mean-tempered man who is in charge of
Manticore is furious at finding Max and the X5s for not being out of bed at
4:00 A.M. and puts them to work running laps. Max and the X5s angrilament the fact that they are living The Hard-Knock Life.
It's the Hard-Knock Life
X5s:
It's the hard-knock life for us!
It's the hard-knock life for us!
Max:
'Steada treated,
X5s:
We get Field Med!
Max:
'Steada kisses,
X5s:
We get Ammo Training!
All:
It's the hard-knock life!
Got no knowledge of pop culture to speak of, so,
It's the hard-knock row we how!
Max:
Hospital Gowns,
X5s:
'Steada of jeans!
Max:
Anthrax vaccinations,
X5s:
'Steada of Flu!
All:
It's the hard-knock life!
Max:
Don't it feel like that asshole is always bitchin'?
Jhondie and Syl:
Don't it seem like there's never any good literature!
Zane and Krit:
Once a day, don't you wanna throw a grenade?
Tinga and Eva:
Zane, you dumbass, we already do.
Max:
No one's there when your dreams at night get creepy!
No one cares if you get seizures or go into heat.
All:
No one cares about you
When you're in a super-solider!
Tinga:
(Making a whistling sound and imitating Lydecker)
You'll stay up till you bury that senator in the woods!!
X5s:
Yank the hair from his receding hairline
Jab his eyes out with a spoon
Make her drink some rat poison
We love you, Lydecker
Syl:
(whistle)
Shoot that!
(whistle)
Kill him!
(whistle)
Blow that up!
All:
It's the hard-knock life for us
It's the hard-knock life for us
No one cares for you a smidge
When you're a super-solider
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life
It's the hard-knock life!
Later that morning, Max seizes opportunity to escape from Manticore biding in an empty box that is being hauled off in a trunk. If her brother,
Zack isn't coming back for her, Max is going to go find him.
In Seattle, city Sector Police pursue stray vehicles, but they miss one, ad-faced Ninja 600 that is immediately 'adopted' by Max, who has beeandering alone through the wintry streets of the city for ten years.
"They're after me, too," Max tells the motercycle, and then assures hihat "Everything's gonna be fine for the both of us. If not today the...
Tomorrow."
Max:
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun!
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none!
When I'm stuck a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I love ya
Tomorrow!
You're always
A day
Away!
Detective Sung of the Seattle Police Department pulls Max over fopeeding. He suspects that Max doesn't have a driver's license and that thike isn't really hers, but Max insists that the bike is hers. Det. Sung ieluctantly persuaded that the motorcycle doesn't belongs to Max when shops and wheelie and drives away.
Underneath the 59th Street Bridge is a so-called Karenville, a post-pulse-
style shanty town that is home to an assortment of unemployed people of
Seattle who sarcastically let it be known that 'We'd Like To Thank You,
Karen Murray.'
All:
Today we're living in a box
Today we're scrounging for a meal
Sophie:
Today I'm stealing trashcans for fires
Who knew I could steal?
Men:
I used to winter in the tropics
Women:
I spent my summers at the shore
Fred:
I used to throw away the paper--
All:
We'd like to thank you: Karen Murray
For really showing us the way
We'd like to thank you: Karen Murray
You made us what we are today
Prosperity was 'round the corner
The cozy cottage built for two
In this blue heaven
That you
Gave us
Yes! We're turning blue!
They offered us Al Smith and A.Heiney
We paid attention and we chose
Not only did we pay attention
We paid through the nose.
In ev'ry part he said "a chicken"
But Karen Murray, she set off the Pulse
Not only don't we have the chicken
We ain't got the pot!
Hey Kar-y
Women:
You left behind a grateful nation
All:
So, Murray, our hats are off to you
We're up to here with admiration
Sophie:
Come down and have a little stew
All:
Come down and share some Christmas dinner
Be sure to bring the missus too
We got no turkey for our stuffing
We'd like to thank you, Karen Murray
For really showing us the way
You dirty rat, you
Bureaucrat, you
Made us what we are today
Come and get it, Karen!
Max turns up, wondering if anyone in the Karenville had ever seen herother from Manticore. Her sunny disposition (bitchy attitude) endears Mao the Karenville-ites (try to run away), who inviter her to join them in up of Mulligan stew (throw the stew at her). The police raid the
Karenville, and Max is arrested, although the motorcycle escapes.
Back at Manticore, Lydecker's nerves are at the breaking point from havino put up with Little Soldiers when Det. Sung arrives with Max in tow.
After Det. Sung leaves, Lydecker is about to clobber Max when into
Manticore comes Bling, who is the young and beautiful private secretary to
Logan Cale, the billionaire journalist. Logan has decided to invite a super-
solider to spend the Christmas holidays at home. And, to the fury of
Lydecker, Max is chosen by Bling and driven off in a limousine.
Max and Bling arrive at Logan 's downtown Seattle penthouse, where platoonf security guards are working. Max is delighted to learn that, as a guest,
she herself won't have to do any security work. (I Think I'm Gonna Like It
Here).
Logan Cale arrives home from a business trip and is unhappy to discovehat the super-solider invited by Bling isn't a blonde. Still, he agrees take Max to the movies, to the Seattle Theater, and Logan, Max and Blinalk forty-five blocks to Times Square, through the streets of the cithat Logan loves best (Seattle.) And, while walking with Max, Logan findimself unexpectedly wanting to sleep with her.
A week later, Bling turns up at Manticore to tell Lydecker that Logan haecided to sleep with Max. Lydecker is not happy about this news, to sahe least. As Bling is leaving, He bumps into Lydecker's bitch, Renfro, whs broke, just out of prison and looking for a handout from her pimp daddy.
And with Renfro is her crack monkey lover, White. Lydecker, Renfro and
White dream of better days for themselves on Torturing Small Animals and
Children Street.
In his penthouse, Logan is about to tell Max that he wishes to sleep witer. But first he gives her a present, a locket to replace the old brokene that she always wears. Max breaks down in tears, saying that shoesn't want a new locket, because this one she got from her brother before disappeared. And the one thing she wants in the world is to find herother. Crushed, stunned, Logan promises Max that he'll find her brotheor her. Bling and the Security guards assure Max that Logan will find herother (You Won't Be A Genetically Engineered Killing Machine For Long).
