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Started by Ben Lehman, April 04, 2006, 11:55:52 PM

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Mike Holmes

How about a classic lyric from everyone's favorite Mythos band, the Darkest of the Hillside Thickets! (

Big Robot Dinosaur 
Dad's working on something special down in the basement
I yelled goodbye as I headed out to wait for the bus
At school it's the usual torture
Pushed and tripped in the hall
Hit in the head with a half eaten orange
Facewashed in the snow
Got home so fed up and angry
My dad came to me
Took me down to the basement and said "It's finally ready, son"
My senses reeled my heart stood still
Before me glowed a glory
The Fruit of my father's laborious weekends
Towering three or four stories.
Behind the shiny candy red skin, the monument hummed its electric tune My dad said "Why don't you climb on in?" and unscrewed the hatch in the back We squirmed through its artificial innards He showed me the controls I watched him struggling to conceal his pride and I said "Papa, let's kill some people"
We're on a rampage in a robot dinosaur 

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The great Weird Al Yankovic has this to say:

Well, it's time to celebrate your birthday, it happens every year.
We'll eat a lot of broccoli and drink a lot of beer.
You should be good and happy that there's something you can eat.
A million people every day are starving in the street.
Your daddy's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor.
Your mama's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four.
There's garbage in the water,
There's poison in the sky,
I guess it won't be long before we're all gonna die!

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!

Well, what's the matter little friend, you think this party is the pits?
Enjoy it while you can, we'll soon be blown to bits.
The monkeys in the pentagon are gonna cook our goose.
Their finger's on the button, all they need it an excuse.
It doesn't take a military genius to see
We'll all be crispy critters after World War III.
There's nowhere you can run to, nowhere you can hide.
When they drop the big one, we all get fried!
(Come on boys and girls, sing along, ok?)

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!

Well there's a punk in the alley and he's looking for a fight.
There's an Arab on the corner buying everything in sight.
There's a mother in the ghetto with another mouth to feed.
Seems that everywhere you look today there's misery and greed.
I guess you know the Earth is gonna crash into the sun.
But that's no reason why we shouldn't have a little fun.
So if you think it's scary, if it's more than you can take,
Just blow out the candles and have a piece of cake!

Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!


Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday!
Happy birthday to you!

(Happy Birthday!)
And a pinch to grow an inch!
--- Jonathan N.
Currently playtesting Frankenstein's Monsters


Happy Birthday (thud) Happy Birthday (thud)
May the candles on your cake
Burn like villages in you wake

Happy Birthday (thud) Happy Birthday (thud)
May your deeds with sword and axe
Equal those with sheep and yaks

Happy Birthday (thud) Happy Birthday (thud)
At your age you ought to learn
First you pillage, then you burn

Larry L.

I am so happy to see all these cool Happy Birthday variants that are safe from litigation.



Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
You look like a monkey and you smell like one too!
Dave M
Author of Legends of Lanasia RPG (Still in beta)
My blog
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True Fact: A musician was sued by the estate of John Cage for putting a cover of "Silence 4'33" on an album.

The musician then went on to go to try to copyright every other interval of silence for himself.

Anyway, here's my contribution - y'all dwelling here in the promised land are immune to nostalgia, so it won't be more than a curiosity, but here goes:

Out at the store today I saw the D&D sticker
on the WotC rack
a little voice inside my head said don't
look back, you can never look back.
I thought I knew what fun was,
what did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let 'em go but -

I can see you -
your broadsword hackin' in the sun
you got your twenty sider out and some
Black Sabbath on buddy
and I can tell you
the dreams we dreamed will still be strong
after the orcs of summer are gone...