This is a songfic. Yes. Yes it is. I'd put it in the songfic section of this world, but it reeks of The Ring and I refuse to place it anywhere else. No, there is no story – I just screwed with the lyrics.
Hopefully you are familiar with the song "Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles (recently re-made and re-mastered by Godhead a couple times over). If not, this songfic will be lost upon your mind-flesh, and I really can't tell you what you're doing here. I slap you with goldfish now.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the song "Eleanor Rigby." It's not my fault – blame the Beatles for this delightful scrap of music. I also have nothing to do with the glorious film known as "The Ring."
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"SAMARA MORGAN"
Samara Morgan
Picks up the picture she made with her mind all alone
They know she can't sleep
Waits at the window
Wearing the hate that she keeps in the barn by the door
Who is it for?
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-
One Rachel Keller
Writing the words of a report that no one will read
No one took heed
Look at her working
Watching her son in the night while there's no one else there
What does she care?
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
-
Samara Morgan
Died in the well and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
So Rachel Keller
Wiping the sweat from her hands as she watches the tape
No one was saved
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
All the lonely people, all the lonely people, all the lonely people, all the lonely people
-
Samara Morgan
Died in the well and was buried along with her name
All the lonely people
Die along with their names
So Rachel Keller
Wiping the sweat from her hands as she watches the tape
All the lonely people
Die along with their names
Hopefully you are familiar with the song "Eleanor Rigby" by the Beatles (recently re-made and re-mastered by Godhead a couple times over). If not, this songfic will be lost upon your mind-flesh, and I really can't tell you what you're doing here. I slap you with goldfish now.
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the song "Eleanor Rigby." It's not my fault – blame the Beatles for this delightful scrap of music. I also have nothing to do with the glorious film known as "The Ring."
~
"SAMARA MORGAN"
Samara Morgan
Picks up the picture she made with her mind all alone
They know she can't sleep
Waits at the window
Wearing the hate that she keeps in the barn by the door
Who is it for?
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-
One Rachel Keller
Writing the words of a report that no one will read
No one took heed
Look at her working
Watching her son in the night while there's no one else there
What does she care?
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
-
Samara Morgan
Died in the well and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
So Rachel Keller
Wiping the sweat from her hands as she watches the tape
No one was saved
-
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
Ahh, look at all the lonely people
All the lonely people, all the lonely people, all the lonely people, all the lonely people
-
Samara Morgan
Died in the well and was buried along with her name
All the lonely people
Die along with their names
So Rachel Keller
Wiping the sweat from her hands as she watches the tape
All the lonely people
Die along with their names