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The Whistler 
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 Posted: November 10 2006 at 03:34 |
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Uh...I dunno. Gotta hear InPraiseOf's addition first (as soon as he gets back and straightens out the email matter), unless you wanna pick from our frequent theoretical creations.
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"There seem to be quite a large percentage of young American boys out there tonight. A long way from home, eh? Well so are we... Gotta stick together." -I. Anderson
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R o V e R
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 03:40 |
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what genre is moody noobs?
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The Whistler
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 03:43 |
Uh...acoustic/metal. And of course, very proggresive.
Have you seen our homepage?
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"There seem to be quite a large percentage of young American boys out there tonight. A long way from home, eh? Well so are we... Gotta stick together." -I. Anderson
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The Whistler
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 03:48 |
By the way, our first song is up! Is it the greatest song ever crafted? In a word, CRAP!
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"There seem to be quite a large percentage of young American boys out there tonight. A long way from home, eh? Well so are we... Gotta stick together." -I. Anderson
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R o V e R
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 03:59 |
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WOW
i'll see you tomorrow
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The Whistler
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 04:00 |
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Crap. That bad, huh? Okay, I'm off then. Oh, and I quit. Again.
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"There seem to be quite a large percentage of young American boys out there tonight. A long way from home, eh? Well so are we... Gotta stick together." -I. Anderson
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R o V e R
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 04:02 |
 The Whistler wrote:
Crap. That bad, huh? Okay, I'm off then. Oh, and I quit. Again. |
i'm reading your Home page
great
wah
dont quit
Edited by R o V e R - November 10 2006 at 04:04
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Australian
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Location: Australia
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 04:32 |
He'll be back.
Great Song Whsitler!
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Australian
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 04:38 |
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errr, I sent a friend request to our official site. I'm Matt.
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Philéas
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 10:53 |
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What? I thought I was supposed to do the album art. I quit!
Wait... I'm already out.. that must mean I'm back in! And it means I must find something that sounds like a bassoon...
Edited by Philéas - November 10 2006 at 10:54
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 12:36 |
R o V e R wrote:
okkay,
what is the album title?
what is the concept?
what are the songs?
revision
one more time
please
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The album title is Selling New England by the Dollar (about republicans and how they view democrats). The songs can be found throughout the thread, but for your benefit, I'll post them all here. We also have the albums: Whislter at the Edge of Time (about the Whislter quitting and rejoining) and Gumma-Umma (psychadelic Ukes and Jethro Tull members retching). Oh yes, and Dissed By You While Here, about the pressures of the music industry.
Selling New England By the Dollar
Dancing With Some Other Guy
Can you tell me where our morals lie
Said the repub to the democrat's eyes
They lie with me, the publican of re
For a lack of smartness, he made a royal mess
Easy now, I'll hit you down
Blasting through your wimpy schemes
We shoot with lots of sound
As they sell new England by the dollar
Republican says, "more guns, shoot well"
Democrat says, "more gays, love well"
You know what you are, you care at all
Bursting through the forth wall
The democrat leads his dance right on through the night
Eh, stop that now
Don't follow him till the Sun has set
Don't follow him until marriage has died
Dancing out with some other guy
Your claimed ideals are all lies
(sitar solo)
There's a fat old lady outside the door
She must be American, they're all fat
Swishing their hips till we lose to hear
With the popping of the drums of our ears
The democrat leads his dance right on through the night
Eh, stop that now
Don't follow him till the Sun has set
Don't follow him until marriage has died
Dancing out with some other guy
Your claimed ideals are all lies
(Didgeridoo chorus)
I Know What I Like (In Some Other Guy's Wardrobe)
(a beat laid down by an accordion)
It's one o'clock and time to dance
Around and around we prance
And republicans feel disgust
There's always been Falwell:
"the lord will rise up and strike you down"
And then Robertson
"let's all kill hugo chavez"
Over the garden wall, two grown men
Yes I love you
Keep them old fashioned marriages sharp
I know what I like (you)
And I like what I know (you)
Getting inside your wardrobe (ooh)
Stepping into your show (oooh)
When the sun beats down and I look northeast
I can always see them making happy (in massachusetts)
Me, I'm a republican, you can tell by my bigotry
Firth of Sixth
Their idiocy is clear
Though they do not see
The course we’re staying is right
And so it has always been
The liberals remain set in their beliefs
Though many times, we’ve shown them the light
We ride pathetic
Past fortresses
We’ve set up to be blown down
In the nuclear attack
Advancing at our back
Did you hear me, we’re being attacked!!!
Their dogma cuts off the light from view
Like a cloud covers up the sun
Let it be blown away
An idiot, his video clip
Retching, kvetching republicans
More Fool You
(random sitar and accordion harmonies, shofar coming in over the lines so you can't hear them)
Here am I
Staying the course
Since we sent you off
Too long have we been there you say
Well then we lost and it's your fault
And yet you sit
Sure that you are right
But I know full well
That we'll never leave
Because no one would elect you
You'd be somber and stuff your face
Because things aren't going your way
You say that you'd had enough
Wandering around aimlessly in a desert in the middle east
the day we left
Well you should've known they'd not come back
But you were stupid
And never waved your sons goodbye
Becuase you're unpatriotic as hell
And we're gonna keep staying the course
You wanted to laugh at them
At least Kerry called them stu
-pid
But you know I don't give a damn
Oh, more fool you
And yes, we'll keep staying the course
The Quagmire of the Middle East
Along the dirt road there's hundred's of dead bodies
who we've freed
Each has its own coffin with a flag, a dirty rag
in a plastic bag
For today is the day we bury them all
Cause they died needlessly
Fighting over fake wmds
The Quagmire of the Middle East
yes it's the quagmire of the Middle east
way far over there
so it's not over here
no, it's not over here
because it's over there
Let those people go
Said the burning bush to Saddam
"Go **** your mom"
Was his response
And God was despondent
So he flipped a coin
because insurgents had killed everyone off
After the Election (instrumental)
Improvised Recorder Solo
The Supreme Court Show
Home from work O'Connor
Decides to call it quits
To enjoy what little life
She has left just a little bit
I will no longer be the centerfold
She said as she turned to go
Leaving behind the supreme court show
Supreme court show
Rehnquist locks his bucket kicked
And goes to Heaven or hell
Now he's dead on his deathbed
And the nation says "oh well"
I will make my bed
With God tonight, and then he dies
But can he fail, armed with his chocolate surprise
Take a little trip back with chief justice roberts
Listen to the new get inaugurated
Whether he belongs or not
It seems to be our fate
And there are in fact
2 more judges we need
Take a little trip back with chief justice roberts
Listen to the new get inaugurated
Whether he belongs or not
It seems to be our fate
And there are in fact
2 more judges we need
Election of Plenty
"You didn't win," said old Jeb out loud
"Easy now, there's the loser's spot"
Gore walks dejectedly
Bush cooperates
The new American president
The new national embarrassment
GORE WON THE POPULAR VOTE
THE ELECTIONS WERE SABOTAGED
PAT BUCHANAN IS A FOOL
It's all done.
I'll get Dissed By You While Here up ASAP.
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 13:08 |
Dissed By You While Here:
Slime On Your Crazy Antics (Part 1)
Remember when we were young
Staring down the barrel of a gun
Slime on your crazy antics
I see that look in your eyes
Like we're about to be denied
Slime on your crazy antics
We were caught in the cross-fire of some discrepancies
And members quitting left and right
You saw us as a target for your disdain, your mocking laughter
So come on you noobies and slime
We reached for the secret too soon
A double concept album in bloom
Slime on your crazy antics
Threatend by your shadow overhead
Killing all our good ideas dead
Slime on your crazy antics
We wore out our welcome with utter randomness
Members quitting left and right
So come you moodies, come on you noobies
Come on you whistler and slime
Booted From the Machine Booted, my noobs Booted from the machine Because of your sin, your double album sin You sinned in the midtime, thought it was fine Recording with "toys" not like the big boys You bough a bassoon a bit too soon You broke the tvs, a very bad deed So booted from the machine Booted, my noobs Booted from the machine Did you have dreams, we know you had big dreams You dreamed of concepts, you were inept Acting not on precept, altogether decept- ive So booted from the machine
Have a Single
Come in here, dear record co dude, have a single
Here our little jingle, it'll chart, it's a great start, are we doing our part-
well
Will they love us
Well, I've never had much respect, and I mean that most sincere
The band is just bombastic, that is really what I see
By the way, which one's Moody
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it get 'em out by Friday
We're just knocked out, you think you're gonna sell out,
Your albums make us feel like we have gout
If you'd go, we'd be so happy that you were out
Everybody else is so mean, we're a laughingstock
Mocked by everyone, because of what you've done
Under our sacred label name
And did we tell you the name of the game, boy?
We call it get 'em out by Friday
Dissed By You While Here
So, so you think you can tell
Music from drivel
Good sounds from grating
Can you tell a song from scribbled notes
A success from a fail-
ure
Do you think you can tell
Could we get you to trade
Your status as ghosts for that of heros
Get rid of your dead fluff, put out some hot stuff
Could you try some change
Would you exchange
Your role in the underground for mainstream success
How dissed, how dissed by you while here
We're just a bunch of lost souls swimming in forum posts
Day after day
Running over much new ground
And look what we've found
Your financial fears
Dissed by you while here
Slime On Your Crazy Antics Part 2
Nobody knows who we are
Because of your emotional scars
Slime on your crazy antics
We're piling on more and more debt
Without recording an album yet
Slime on your crazy antics
And if we want to write a double lp
With members quitting left and right
By God, we'll do just so
So come on all Moody Noobs and slime
And that's that one. Whistler On the Edge of Time to be up soon.
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 13:10 |
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A Salt Hand Battery:
Don’t you try no flattery
Don’t you pull no salt hand battery
I’m on to your deeds
When they violate our creed
Sign an oath in blood
And all will be good
Don’t want to be emo
Don’t want to cry myself to bed
Don’t want to go slow
Don’t want no idiots in my head
Yeah, take it Fred and a guitar solo comes in
The Whistler drinks his bottle of gin
Decides to start a band
Cause of the liquor in his hand
He’s had to much to drink
Yes he has, I think
Don’t want to be emo
Don’t want to cry myself to bed
Don’t want to go slow
Don’t want no idiots in my head
The Beholden Void:
The Whistler’s fallen in
Because of his gin
To the beholden void
He’s made us so sad
We wanted to do bad
Cause he’s our golden boy
We love him dearly
When he’s not a fool
But if he don’t want no emo
We can’t force it on him
Which really blows
The Whistler Blew His Horn:
The Whistler decided to leave. He is gone. The whistler has left, and he is now gone. He was decidedly for leaving, and being gone, he has now left.
Oompa Loompa:
Instrumental
The Cemented Man:
He had such a place in our hearts
Cemented there through our bonds
But now he is gone
A grim mood has swept the land
As we wave goodbye to the cemented man
Moog-Noob:
Without the moog skills of the whistler
We lost a frontman and gained a moog-noob
Who has no place is the moody noobs
Come back whistler, come back
Please unthrow in the sack
Standing At the Edge:
The Whistler is standing at the edge. He can go either way. Which will he choose? The suspense kills.
Viral Malady B4 The Cure:
Instrumental
Dying Seas:
The band without the whistler
Is drowning very slow
He quit because I suggested
That we be emo
Kings of Speed:
Without a moment gone to waste
The Whistler came back in haste.
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Atavachron
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 14:22 |
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and my favorite, 'What I Like in Another Guys Wardrobe'
Edited by Atavachron - November 10 2006 at 14:23
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Philéas
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 15:15 |
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I'll start composing some psychedelic uke lines right now!
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The Whistler
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 15:23 |
Heh. I was strumming the guitar with the same hand I was holding the cell phone. My pinky was shot all afternoon from the multiple takes...
Still waitin' on InPraiseOfolly
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"There seem to be quite a large percentage of young American boys out there tonight. A long way from home, eh? Well so are we... Gotta stick together." -I. Anderson
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 16:17 |
The Whistler wrote:
Heh. I was strumming the guitar with the same hand I was holding the cell phone. My pinky was shot all afternoon from the multiple takes...
Still waitin' on InPraiseOfolly |
For what?
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 16:17 |
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By the way, my new avatar, anyone?
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 16:19 |
Ok, we need to have a song that is simply a gunshot solo, with the only lines being, right at the end, first a single gunshot, a man making sounds like he's dying, then actually dying, and then the lyrics:
A gun is a man's best friend
After all, it's with him at his end
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Pnoom!
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Posted: November 10 2006 at 16:21 |
I created a myspace just so I could be a friend of the Moody Noobs. My bio is the one I wrote for the Moody Noobs Mark 137, as noted on the actual Noobs myspace page.
I'm Inpraiseoffolly.
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