My old band

[Pooshie]

Here are some little examples of songs my band used to make. Most of these are incomplete, but they should give a pretty good idea.



*Sung in a slow, melodic way. Written for a chick with a deep voice*

Sing an old melody,
Cool swinging melody,
Words from the dictonary.

Sing to me, speak to me,
Sing and old rhapsody,
Clearly I see...

You have blood in your eyes,
And you try to disguise,
But you can't.

No not from me!
So sing that plea to be free,
Just sing that plea to be free.

Boy you know what,
You have been through a lot,
But now it is time to be free.

So sing that plea to be...
(sing that plea to be...)
Sing that plea to be free!

-Chase (The band)




*Sung by a powerful voice, yet almost whispered*

Riding spiders in my head, (head)
Pretend monsters in my bed, (bed)
Come into my dreamhouse honey,
Come and see...

Don't say you didn't want to do it,
Don't say you didn't wanna go through with it,
Cause you don't understand that I'd do it again...
That I'd do it... that I'd do it agian.

Back up on your way to hell,
You can come in, I won't tell,
Live it up how, how swell!
Bada bada, pa-pa!

You died, you died,
You died, you died,
Now it's time to pay the price..
(bis)

-Chase (The band)




I dance to no tune but his,
And I am no one's fool, but his.
Give in to love's gentil kiss,
Give in... oh! Give in...

And look what you do to me,
I have no liberty,
Taken me for a ride.
And I tried...tried! But love's not satisfied.

-Chase (There's more to this one, but I don't exactly recall)

[Kasuke]

Poochie! You had a band!?

I can use a few tips. I'm either starting a band career or a solo career :x

And I mean, I'd love all the help you can give <3

[Pooshie]

Start in school and go to the battle of the bands! Best way.

[Kasuke]

And if I choose to do a solo career? x3


-Loves Beyonce, Leona Lewis, Rhianna!- xD

[Meer]

Grow breasts.

[Kasuke]

So what did your band do Poochie? Did you actually play at shows? what did you do in the band?

[Pooshie]

I was drums/guitar/piano/backup vocals in a minimalistic jazz group. We mostly played for ourselves, but we came close to winning a few contests at school. Now it's just a question of having fun whenever the band of 3 people get together.

Oh, here's another one. It has very obvious sexual overtones, and sung in a way to reflect this:

(Red Ridding Hoop)
Avec ta jupe cramoisie,
Et ton panier remplie,
De délicieuses... friandises.
[...I forget the rest of this verse...]

(Big Bad Wolf)
Oh... mais que voie-je?
Cerais-ce... un mirage?
Ma petite que faites-vous si tard debout?
Avez-vous... rendez-vous?

*At this point there's some skanking in a very suggestive manner*

(Narrator)
Le reste de l'histoire, vous la connaissez,
La pauvre petite fille se fait «ahh!» avaller... oooooh!
Ici l'homme est le loup, et la femme camouflée
Par le petit chaperon, déchiré par l'étranger.



All our songs were surprisingly short, with a very small amount of music added just for embiance and beat. This particular song was simply accompanied by a gentle yet ominous brush of a snare drum.

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