Ello!! Writing another intro for Couple's Tournament... this one is going
to be Mariah's... and I changed my mind... I don't think I'll write one for
the other peoples... unless you all want me to... tell me if ya do, okay?
Vern: do many dots...
Ami: ah shut up...
Disclaimer: I do now own Beyblade or the song 'Shriner's Park'. If I did, I'd be rich, and not here, on my knees, begging you not to rat me out!!
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Shriner's Park
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I wonder what you're doing
In the night out there Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair
-
I wonder what he's doing...
Well, I'll know soon enough...
But still... what does he have to talk to me about this late at night?
Sure, we usually talk at night, cause I'm busy working and he's busy training in the day, but he sounded... urgent...
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Can you hear the lonely engines
Screaming through the town
-
I wonder if he can hear the engine of my car yet...
I wouldn't doubt it...
There ain't a lot of people driving this late at night, and this hunk of junk of a car is so loud...
-
There's no where to run
When the darkness comes down
-
But still... there's something about him...
All he went though after he quite his team...
And he still hasn't told me all of it...
But he's running out of places to run, and the past will catch up with him...
Until then, we'll just live life to its fullest.
Yes, I said we.
Are you death or something?
-
Is there a song inside of you
That you tried to forget
Like your fake ID and your mom's cigarettes
-
I mean, he's told me some about his past so far.
Like that time he got a fake ID so that he could by his visiting mother a pack of cigarettes.
He still has it too.
Sometimes the two of us use it to get a bottle of wine or something.
Usually after we win a battle.
Yes, I said we.
You really should look into getting a hearing aid.
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Does it take you back
Is the vision intense
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And whenever you wanted to talk about this stuff, we'd go to 'our place'.
Yes, I called it 'our place'.
Everybody calls it 'our place'.
That's one of the first places people look when looking for us.
Whether we're there alone or together, you'll almost always find one of us there.
And before you even think is, yes, I said us.
-
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
We'd go there and just talk about anything, everything, yet altogether, nothing.
It was always something though.
The few times that there was silence, it was usually only for thinking of a witty response.
-
You were just seventeen
But your laughter was mild
You liked my dreams you thought I was wild
-
I remember the first time that we went there.
You kept telling me about how you couldn't wait for your seventeenth birthday, even though it was months away......... just a little under a year...
You asked what I wanted to do in the future.
I joked and told him everything.
He just smiled and said "great, me too."
Ah yes... good ol' memories...
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Is there a rhythm in your step now
That reminds you of a dance
-
I've seen him practicing before.
He's very graceful.
More graceful then Ray... and that's saying a lot.
Once I asked him how he did it, and alls he did was laugh and say dancing classes.
I still wonder what he meant by that... how could dancing classes help him be that graceful?
-
Do you push it all away
Cause you never took the chance
-
But really... after all that, you still hide...
You push aside any real chance to freedom...
You really think that you'll end up alright if you just ignore everything from the past...
-
You'd sneak out your window
When I'd come for you
-
But I'd always wait for you...
Sitting in my car, looking for your form going through your window...
If I didn't, then what kind of friend would I be?
Not the best, that's for sure...
-
I'd be waiting in the street light on 8th Avenue
You'd slip into my car
-
I remember all the times that you used the grace from your practice to sneak quietly into my car, so that we could head of to 'our place'.
You'd always say that you went so quietly so that we weren't caught.
But I've talked to your grandpa.
He knows that we've gone out at night a lot.
He doesn't really mind at all.
As long as you're alright...
-
We'd drive down past the fence
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
And then we'd drive the 10 minutes, going past the crazy old man's fence, to 'our place'.
Always to talk about life...
Always to figure out what we'd do next...
-
Did you feel like you were crazy
When they sent you far away
-
I remember when you dad said that he wanted to take you on a trip with him.
You couldn't wait.
But I missed you a lot...
And when you came back... you said you went insane without me there...
-
Did no one have the answers
When you hung your head to pray
-
Once you told me that you didn't believe in god.
You said that if he was real, he would've answered all those prayers that you said...
Sometimes I wonder why everybody thinks your so dumb...
Sometimes I wonder why you seem so crazy...
-
You could not let yourself dream
Never dare believe
-
But there are some things that I don't understand...
Like why you try your hardest to live... but don't dream...
Why you believe in everyone else... yet never trust yourself...
-
You could ever be more
Than you were born to be
-
You think that if you keep doing what your doing, you'll do just fine.
But what about going beyond?
You only speak about things like that.
You never let yourself dream.
Always push others to be the best.
But never thrive for it yourself...
Why?
-
Do you lock up your house
Like you locked up your past
-
I can see you now...
Your coming from the front door this time...
Grandpa mustn't be home.
You slip silently into the car, and I can help but silently wonder how you do that...
"You lock up?" I hear myself say.
"Yeah," you smile at me.
Today's news must be good.
Unlike so many in the past...
-
If I were to call
Could you free me at last
-
I still wonder if you could ever get anything out of me...
How can you go on with the undying curiosity that I see in your eyes?
Yet you never push me with my past...
If I choose to talk about, I talk about it...
-
Could you slip into my car
Could we drive down past the fence
-
But as we drive down there, I feel my patience weakening, like it always has...
But as I look at him for the silent strength to last me throughout the trip, I see his will weakening as well...
"What is it?" I blurt out, unable to help myself.
"A tournament..." he smiles at me, as we see the sign to 'our place'.
-
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
"A couple's tournament," he smiles more, draping his arm around my shoulder's like he has so many times in the past. "A tournament for you and me to win..."
Smiling, I continue driving.
Driving to Shriner's Park...
Vern: do many dots...
Ami: ah shut up...
Disclaimer: I do now own Beyblade or the song 'Shriner's Park'. If I did, I'd be rich, and not here, on my knees, begging you not to rat me out!!
-
Shriner's Park
-
I wonder what you're doing
In the night out there Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair
-
I wonder what he's doing...
Well, I'll know soon enough...
But still... what does he have to talk to me about this late at night?
Sure, we usually talk at night, cause I'm busy working and he's busy training in the day, but he sounded... urgent...
-
Can you hear the lonely engines
Screaming through the town
-
I wonder if he can hear the engine of my car yet...
I wouldn't doubt it...
There ain't a lot of people driving this late at night, and this hunk of junk of a car is so loud...
-
There's no where to run
When the darkness comes down
-
But still... there's something about him...
All he went though after he quite his team...
And he still hasn't told me all of it...
But he's running out of places to run, and the past will catch up with him...
Until then, we'll just live life to its fullest.
Yes, I said we.
Are you death or something?
-
Is there a song inside of you
That you tried to forget
Like your fake ID and your mom's cigarettes
-
I mean, he's told me some about his past so far.
Like that time he got a fake ID so that he could by his visiting mother a pack of cigarettes.
He still has it too.
Sometimes the two of us use it to get a bottle of wine or something.
Usually after we win a battle.
Yes, I said we.
You really should look into getting a hearing aid.
-
Does it take you back
Is the vision intense
-
And whenever you wanted to talk about this stuff, we'd go to 'our place'.
Yes, I called it 'our place'.
Everybody calls it 'our place'.
That's one of the first places people look when looking for us.
Whether we're there alone or together, you'll almost always find one of us there.
And before you even think is, yes, I said us.
-
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
We'd go there and just talk about anything, everything, yet altogether, nothing.
It was always something though.
The few times that there was silence, it was usually only for thinking of a witty response.
-
You were just seventeen
But your laughter was mild
You liked my dreams you thought I was wild
-
I remember the first time that we went there.
You kept telling me about how you couldn't wait for your seventeenth birthday, even though it was months away......... just a little under a year...
You asked what I wanted to do in the future.
I joked and told him everything.
He just smiled and said "great, me too."
Ah yes... good ol' memories...
-
Is there a rhythm in your step now
That reminds you of a dance
-
I've seen him practicing before.
He's very graceful.
More graceful then Ray... and that's saying a lot.
Once I asked him how he did it, and alls he did was laugh and say dancing classes.
I still wonder what he meant by that... how could dancing classes help him be that graceful?
-
Do you push it all away
Cause you never took the chance
-
But really... after all that, you still hide...
You push aside any real chance to freedom...
You really think that you'll end up alright if you just ignore everything from the past...
-
You'd sneak out your window
When I'd come for you
-
But I'd always wait for you...
Sitting in my car, looking for your form going through your window...
If I didn't, then what kind of friend would I be?
Not the best, that's for sure...
-
I'd be waiting in the street light on 8th Avenue
You'd slip into my car
-
I remember all the times that you used the grace from your practice to sneak quietly into my car, so that we could head of to 'our place'.
You'd always say that you went so quietly so that we weren't caught.
But I've talked to your grandpa.
He knows that we've gone out at night a lot.
He doesn't really mind at all.
As long as you're alright...
-
We'd drive down past the fence
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
And then we'd drive the 10 minutes, going past the crazy old man's fence, to 'our place'.
Always to talk about life...
Always to figure out what we'd do next...
-
Did you feel like you were crazy
When they sent you far away
-
I remember when you dad said that he wanted to take you on a trip with him.
You couldn't wait.
But I missed you a lot...
And when you came back... you said you went insane without me there...
-
Did no one have the answers
When you hung your head to pray
-
Once you told me that you didn't believe in god.
You said that if he was real, he would've answered all those prayers that you said...
Sometimes I wonder why everybody thinks your so dumb...
Sometimes I wonder why you seem so crazy...
-
You could not let yourself dream
Never dare believe
-
But there are some things that I don't understand...
Like why you try your hardest to live... but don't dream...
Why you believe in everyone else... yet never trust yourself...
-
You could ever be more
Than you were born to be
-
You think that if you keep doing what your doing, you'll do just fine.
But what about going beyond?
You only speak about things like that.
You never let yourself dream.
Always push others to be the best.
But never thrive for it yourself...
Why?
-
Do you lock up your house
Like you locked up your past
-
I can see you now...
Your coming from the front door this time...
Grandpa mustn't be home.
You slip silently into the car, and I can help but silently wonder how you do that...
"You lock up?" I hear myself say.
"Yeah," you smile at me.
Today's news must be good.
Unlike so many in the past...
-
If I were to call
Could you free me at last
-
I still wonder if you could ever get anything out of me...
How can you go on with the undying curiosity that I see in your eyes?
Yet you never push me with my past...
If I choose to talk about, I talk about it...
-
Could you slip into my car
Could we drive down past the fence
-
But as we drive down there, I feel my patience weakening, like it always has...
But as I look at him for the silent strength to last me throughout the trip, I see his will weakening as well...
"What is it?" I blurt out, unable to help myself.
"A tournament..." he smiles at me, as we see the sign to 'our place'.
-
You and me in Shriner's Park
Trying to make some sense
-
"A couple's tournament," he smiles more, draping his arm around my shoulder's like he has so many times in the past. "A tournament for you and me to win..."
Smiling, I continue driving.
Driving to Shriner's Park...