02-18-2006, 09:09 AM | #1 |
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The Star Wars Musical
We have the familiar scene as the Rebel craft is being shot up and then the Star Destroyer hovers into view from sharp tip to beengined rear.
Inside… The rebels cavort around singing: (Judas Priest's Burn in Hell) Speak to me Of those days i won't forget Your worst dreams Has just returned - to pay you back I'm still laughing There's not much else i can do But one's thing's certain I'm coming back for you Have you got a gun Do you remember well Who you used it on It's time to burn in hell Say my name I can hear you whisper Not to blame? You are going to blister Scream in the night I've been counting the days It's so amusing To see you again Have you got a gun Do you remember well Who d'ya use it on You're going to burn in hell Die Why? Time to pay the price Kill I will Have my sacrifice Plead With fear I am getting near Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-18-2006 at 09:11 AM. |
02-18-2006, 09:16 AM | #2 |
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While the damaged rebelcraft is being pulled into the cargobay of the Destroyer two robots watch the insane cavorting of the Rebels and and the more verbal one sings a song of his own:
(Fleetwood Mac's Heroes are hard to find) Girls you know When you're in the mood (in the mood) You may meet a man Can't do anything good (nothing good) But you've got to pity him And ty to understand (understand) That a hero, a hero is so hard to find When he takes you For his love (for his love) And he tries to tell you That there is'nt any other (don't believe him) Oh, he may kiss you And tell you he'll miss you (such a shame) But don't forget, a hero is so hard to find When he says hello Don't forget they're all the same (you know they're all the same) You may end up sitting all alone And with yourself to blame Oh, don't you let him So when he tells you You've got diamonds in your eyes (he's just lying) Don't get carried away Cause you know he's selling you lies (he's just lying) So when you get the feeling The man you've got's no good He's no good Well just remember, a hero is so hard to find Well just remember, a hero is so hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find Heroes, heroes are hard to find... Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-18-2006 at 09:18 AM. |
02-18-2006, 09:37 AM | #3 |
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As the imperial troopers enter the cut up door to the rebel ship they chant in choir a very appropriate song:
(ABBA's The Winner Takes It All ) I don't wanna talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny I was in your arms Thinking i belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence Building me a home Thinking i'd be strong there But i was a fool Playing by the rules The gods may throw a dice Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here Loses someone dear The winner takes it all The loser has to fall It's simple and it's plain Why should i complain. But tell me does she kiss Like i used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When she calls your name? Somewhere deep inside You must know i miss you But what can i say Rules must be obeyed The judges will decide The likes of me abide Spectators of the show Always staying low The game is on again A lover or a friend A big thing or a small The winner takes it all I don't wanna talk If it makes you feel sad And i understand You've come to shake my hand I apologize If it makes you feel bad Seeing me so tense No self-confidence But you see The winner takes it all The winner takes it all...... Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-18-2006 at 09:38 AM. |
02-18-2006, 11:31 AM | #4 |
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Meanwhile, the tall droid, C3PO, had been looking for his squat friend. Soon spotting him further down the side-corridor in the company of, he couldn't make it out, a female figure, soon revealed to be a stunning beauty.
He sighs most unrobotically and sings the following: (Beauty Queen by 98 Mute) Pretty face, simple mind. Take a look what's inside. Sugar coated shell, as sweet as cake. But you're as smart as a frosted flake. Since you were born you've always been a beauty queen. Every single little school girls fantasy. Every night you wake me up in my wet dream. But you're talented enough for porno magazines. Fashion girl, a living lie. Painted face, airbrushed thighs. Pay you millions, though you're talentless. It makes me wish i had tits. But what will you do when your glory days are over? Will you find yourself asking what's left for me? And what will you do when your torch has finally burned out? Who will you turn to and where will you be? And will you cry when you go to sleep at night knowing that your entire life has been skin deep? Who's gonna be your faceless partner to swim with you in your shallow waters who will be your victim who will you bleed? Beauty queen, one of a kind. Fashion world's left you behind. What's left for you? What have you got? Just memories and a place to rot. |
02-18-2006, 12:34 PM | #5 |
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At this moment Darth Vader enters the crippled ship begins a intricate step routine all the while humming Fly Me To Moon. and the troopers sing:
Fly me to the moon And let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On jupiter and mars In other words hold my hand In other words darling kiss me Fill my life with song And let me sing forevermore You are all i hope for All i worship and adore In other words please be true In other words i love you Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-18-2006 at 01:23 PM. |
02-18-2006, 04:31 PM | #6 |
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After that nasty scene with throwing of the rebel officer Vader orders his troopers to look for the passengers.
The troopers, sighing and muttering that they have already done all the work begins to sing: (It's hard day's night by Beatles) It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I work all day to get you money to buy you things And it's worth it just to hear you say you're going to give me everything So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone You know I feel ok When I'm home everything seems to be right When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight Owww! So why on earth should I moan, 'cause when I get you alone You know I feel ok When I'm home everything seems to be right When I'm home feeling you holding me tight, tight, yeah It's been a hard day's night, and I been working like a dog It's been a hard day's night, I should be sleeping like a log But when I get home to you I'll find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I feel alright You know I feel alright... |
02-18-2006, 06:48 PM | #7 |
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The female passenger hides in a side-corridor and is found by the troopers and tries to flee, but is shot with a stunray.
The troopers picks her up and as they troop off they merrily trill: We're off to see the wizard, The wonderful wizard of oz. We hear he is a wiz of a wiz If ever a wiz there was. If ever, oh ever, a wiz there was, The wizard of oz is one because, Because, because, because, because, because-- Because of the wonderful things he does. We're off to see the wizard, The wonderful wizard of oz. Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-19-2006 at 04:54 AM. |
02-19-2006, 08:48 AM | #8 |
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C3PO and R2D2 has successfully escaped to a sidecorridor where the escapepods are located.
THREEPIO: Hey, you're not permitted in there. It's restricted. You'll be deactivated for sure.. Artoo beeps something to him. THREEPIO: Don't call me a mindless philosopher, you overweight glob of grease! Now come out before somebody sees you. Artoo whistles something at his reluctant friend regarding the mission he is about to perform. THREEPIO: Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm not getting in there! Artoo isn't happy with Threepio's stubbornness, and he beeps and twangs angrily. A new explosion, this time very close, sends dust and debris through the narrow subhallway. Flames lick at Threepio and, after a flurry of electronic swearing from Artoo, the lanky robot jumps into the lifepod. THREEPIO: I'm going to regret this. Humming a little tune: (My Only Regret by Blues Traveller) Please let me speak of my only regret Let me speak of the girl that i'm sure you've all met A kind with the earth like a dream that you've had Terribly happy and wonderfully sad This dream got to know me when i was in school She made me look silly while i tried to act cool She asked me to dance and i flatly refused For my perpetual fear of being abused She brushed me once more, and i turned away So i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed Devoid of a purpose, devoid of a place I muster my courage by the smile on her face I'm not used to people didn't know who they were It needed a reason so i'd do it all for her To pry for a meeting, how secretly i dreamed Song and dance to hide, how easily it screamed She asked me to dance and i flatly refused For my perpetual fear of being abused She brushed me once more, and i turned away But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed Soon i wound up in a rock and roll band A conquested number part of my total plan One night we played for many, but i played for one She'd not yet arrived and soon we'd be done We finished too early and another band was on My hopes for impressing this girl were gone She asked me to dance and i flatly refused For my perpetual fear of being abused She brushed me once more, and i turned away But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed She got there soon after and to my surprise She walked right up to me with those beautiful eyes She tried conversation, i tried to be bold I came off indifferent, my manner was cold I could see i was tired, perhaps unprepared But the truth of the matter, i was too damn scared You see she asked me to dance and i flatly refused For my perpetual fear of being abused She brushed me once more, and i turned away But i can't help but wonder, what if i'd stayed In different directions our two lives have led And though not with her, but with thoughts in my head Regrets can be scary, they can choke like a noose But i also believe they can be put to good use So follow your views, but be sure that they're yours And try them out in real life, cause that's what they're for She asked me to dance and i flatly refused My perpetual fear of being abused She brushed me once more, and i turned away But i can't help but wonder, to this very day The next time the girl of your dreams asks to dance Put your dreams on the shelf and just give it a chance Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-19-2006 at 09:02 AM. |
02-19-2006, 11:46 AM | #9 |
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Luke blasts into Anchorhead powerstation, singing this, after having seen the spacebattle:
When you're a Jet, You're a Jet all the way From your first cigarette To your last dyin' day. When you're a Jet, If the spit hits the fan, You got brothers around, You're a family man! You're never alone, You're never disconnected! You're home with your own: When company's expected, You're well protected! Then you are set With a capital J, Which you'll never forget Till they cart you away. When you're a Jet, You stay a Jet! |
02-19-2006, 04:16 PM | #10 |
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hahahaha ...A Star Wars West Side Story! That would be great fun.
And here's a bit of Gilbert & Sullivan for an evil turned Luke. I mean to rule the planet as he the galaxy, we really know our worth, that Vader and I
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02-19-2006, 04:29 PM | #11 |
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FIXER: Did I hear a young noise blast through here?
CAMIE: It was just wormie on another rampage. Luke bounces into a small room behind the office where Deak and Windy, two tough boys about the same age as Luke, are playing a computer pool-like game with Biggs, a burly, handsome boy a few years older than the rest. His flashy city attire is a sharp contrast to the loose-fitting tunics of the farm boys. A robot repairs some equipment in the background. LUKE: Shape it up you guys!.... Biggs? Luke's surprise at the appearance of Biggs gives way to great joy and emotion. They give each other a great bear hug. LUKE: I didn't know you were back! When did you get in? BIGGS: Just now. I wanted to surprise you, hot shot. I thought you'd be here...certainly didn't expect you to be out working. (he laughs.) LUKE: The Academy didn't change you much...but you're back so soon? Hey, what happened, didn't you get your commission? Biggs has an air of cool that seems slightly phony. BIGGS: Of course I got it. Signed aboard The Rand Ecliptic last week. First mate Biggs Darklighter at your service...(he salutes)...I just came to say good-bye to all you unfortunate landlocked simpletons. Everyone laughs. The dazzling spectacle of his dashing friend is almost too much for Luke, but suddenly he snaps out of it. LUKE: I almost forgot. There's a battle going on! Right here in our system. Come and look! DEAK: Not again! Forget it. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ANCHORHEAD -- SETTLEMENT -- POWER STATION -- DAY. The group stumbles out into the stifling desert sun. Camie and The Fixer complain and are forced to shade their eyes. Luke has his binoculars out scanning the heavens. LUKE: There they are! Biggs takes the binoculars from Luke as the others strain to see something with the naked eye. Through the binoculars Biggs sees two small silver specks. BIGGS: That's no battle, hot shot...they're just sitting there! Probably a freighter-tanker refueling. LUKE: But there was a lot of firing earlier... Camie grabs the binoculars away banging them against the building in the process. Luke grabs them. LUKE: Hey, easy with those... CAMIE: Don't worry about it, Wormie. The Fixer gives Luke a hard look and the young farm boy shrugs his shoulders in resignation. FIXER: I keep telling you, the Rebellion is a long way from here. I doubt if the Empire would even fight to keep this system. Believe me Luke, this planet is a big hunk of nothing... Luke agrees, although it's obvious he isn't sure why. The group stumbles back into the power station, grumbling about Luke's ineptitude. And Luke sings... (Paint the sky with stars by Enya) Suddenly before my eyes Hues of indigo arise With them how my spirit sighs Paint the sky with stars Only night will ever know Why the heavens never show All the dreams there are to know Paint the sky with stars Who has paced the midnight sky? So a spirit has to fly As the heavens seem so far Now who will paint the midnight star? Night has brought to those who sleep Only dreams they cannot keep I have legends in the deep Paint the sky with stars Who has paced the midnight sky? So a spirit has to fly As the heavens seem so far Now who will paint the midnight star? Place a name upon the night One to set your heart alight And to make the darkness bright Paint the sky with stars. Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-19-2006 at 04:34 PM. |
02-20-2006, 03:27 AM | #12 |
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INTERIOR: REBEL BLOCKADE RUNNER -- HALLWAY
Princess Leia is led down a low-ceilinged hallway by a squad of armored stormtroopers. Her hands are bound and she is brutally shoved when she is unable to keep up with the briskly marching troops. They stop in a smoky hallway as Darth Vader emerges from the shadows. The sinister Dark Lord stares hard at the frail young senator, but she doesn't move, sings... LEIA(Should Have Known Better by Ministry): So many years I just suffered through the tears Knowing one day I'd wake up wishing I had never met her But as the time goes by my hope keeping playing every day As I laugh to myself, 'i just should have known better' There's no more laughter as I think about the other girl It's a slap in my face as I'm opening her letter She's doing fine now with two kids and another man As I cry out loud, 'i just should have known better' VADER on seeing Leia strikes up another tune (Don't play with my hearth by Modern Talking): Don't play..... Don't play with my heart You can stop my heart Love is here and now you're gone Oh please, don't tear apart Baby, i am so alone We're looking on the same stars And on the same moon What have i done to you , lady Oh, wherever you are - please come back soon Can't you see i'm waiting for you Oh, don't play with my heart Don't do that again If you tear it apart - i cannot be your friend Don't play with my heart Again and again If you tear it apart LEIA: I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a member of the Imperial Senate on a diplomatic mission to Alderaan... VADER: You're a part of the Rebel Alliance...and a traitor. Take her away! Leia is marched away down the hallway and into the smoldering hole blasted in the side of the ship. An Imperial Commander turns to Vader. COMMANDER (Holding Her And Loving You by Clay Walker): It's the third hardest thing i'll ever do Leaving here without you And the second hardest thing i'll ever do Is telling her about you She's been good to me When things were going rough How can i tell her now That good ain't good enough The hardest thing i'll ever have to do Is holding her and loving you If she'd give me one good reason i'd be gone But she ain't done one thing wrong So don't expect me just to walk out of the door I still love her but i love you more She's been good to me When things weren't going right She made my days Long before you made my nights The hardest thing i'll ever have to do Is holding her and loving you Yeah the hardest thing i'll ever have to do Is holding her, loving you Girl the hardest thing i'll ever have to do Is holding her, loving you VADER: I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to find their secret base! COMMANDER: She'll die before she tells you anything. VADER: Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the senate that all aboard were killed! Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-20-2006 at 03:37 AM. |
02-20-2006, 10:54 AM | #13 |
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EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT.
Jundland, or "No Man's Land", where the rugged desert mesas meet the foreboding dune sea. The two helpless astro-droids kick up clouds of sand as they leave the lifepod and clumsily work their way across the desert wasteland. The lifepod in the distance rests half buried in the sand. THREEPIO: How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how. We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life. Miserable he sings.... (What Did I Get Myself Into by Kyle Riabko ) Every day was filled with all the love and happiness I could find in my life There was nothing I could miss It was easy Easy I had found the one before I even knew her name I was sure that when she left me I would never feel the same It was easy Easy What did I get myself into I didn't realize the compromise I put you through What did I get myself into And tell me how to get back into you Now the reason for the complication's all because of me I was sure it'd last forever But I guess I was naïve It was easy Easy If I was the man, that I make myself to be I would understand what understanding really means If you could find it in your heart To see what I'm going through Tell me how to get back into you Artoo answers with beeping sounds. THREEPIO: I've got to rest before I fall apart. My joints are almost frozen. Artoo continues to respond with beeping sounds. THREEPIO: What a desolate place this is. Suddenly Artoo whistles, makes a sharp right turn and starts off in the direction of the rocky desert mesas. Threepio stops and yells at him. THREEPIO: Where are you going? A stream of electronic noises pours forth from the small robot. THREEPIO: Well, I'm not going that way. It's much too rocky. This way is much easier. Artoo counters with a long whistle. THREEPIO: What makes you think there are settlements over there? Artoo continues to make beeping sounds. THREEPIO: Don't get technical with me. Artoo continues to make beeping sounds. THREEPIO: What mission? What are you talking about? I've had just about enough of you! Go that way! You'll be malfunctioning within a day, you nearsighted scrap pile! and then he sings... My way by Frank Sinatra and now, the end is near; And so i face the final curtain. My friend, i'll say it clear, I'll state my case, of which i'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and ev'ry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, i've had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what i had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew When i bit off more than i could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and i stood tall; And did it my way. I've loved, i've laughed and cried. I've had my fill; my share of losing. And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing. To think i did all that; And may i say - not in a shy way, "no, oh no not me, I did it my way". For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught. To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows i took the blows - And did it my way! Threepio gives the little robot a kick and starts off in the direction of the vast dune sea. THREEPIO: And don't let me catch you following me begging for help, because you won't get it. (Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying by B4) Don't let the sun catch you crying The night's the time for all your tears Your heart may be broken tonight But tomorrow in the morning light Don't let the sun catch you crying The nighttime shadows disappear And with that go all your tears, baby For the morning will bring joy For every girl and boy Don't don't don't don't let the sun catch you crying Oooo baby You know that crying's not a bad thing But stop your crying when the birds sing Oh no no no Oh yeah Oooo oooo Just don't forget that love's just a game And it can always come again So don't let the sun catch you crying Don't let the sun catch you crying, baby Tomorrow in the morning light Everything gonna be all right Tomorrow in the morning light Everything gonna be all right Tomorrow in the morning light Everything gonna be all right (repeat until fade) Artoo's reply is a rather rude sound. He turns and trudges off in the direction of the towering mesas. THREEPIO: No more adventures. I'm not going that way. Artoo beeps to himself as he makes his way toward the distant mountains. |
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The gargantuan rock formations are shrouded in a strange
foreboding mist and the onimous sounds of unearthly creatures fill the air. Artoo moves cautiously through the creepy rock canyon, inadvertently making a loud clicking noise as he goes. He hears a distant, hard, metallic sound and stops for a moment. Convinced he is alone, he continues on his way. In the distance, a pepple tumbles down the steep canyon wall and a small dark figure darts into the shadows. A little further up the canyon a slight flicker of light reveals a pair of eyes in the dark recesses only a few feet from the narrow path. The unsuspecting robot waddles along the rugged trail until suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful magnetic ray shoots out of the rocks and engulfs him in an eerie glow. He manages one short electronic squeak before he topples over onto his back. His bright computer lights flicker off, then on, then off again. Out of the rocks scurry three Jawas, no taller than Artoo. They holster strange and complex weapons as they cautiously approach the robot. They wear grubby cloaks and their faces are shrouded so only their glowing eyes can be seen. They hiss and make odd guttural sounds as they heave the heavy robot onto their shoulders and carry him off down the trail. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET. The eight Jawas carry Artoo out of the canyon to a huge tank-like vehicle the size of a four-story house. They weld a small disk on the side of Artoo and then put him under a large tube on the side of the vehicle and the little robot is sucked into the giant machine. The filthy little Jawas scurry like rats up small ladders and enter the main cabin of the behemoth transport. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- HOLD AREA. It is dim inside the hold area of the Sandcrawler. Artoo switches on a small floodlight on his forehead and stumbles around the scrap heap. The narrow beam swings across rusty metal rocket parts and an array of grotesquely twisted and maimed astro-robots. He lets out a pathetic electronic whimper and stumbles off toward what appears to be a door at the end of the chamber. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER -- PRISON AREA. Artoo enters a wide room with a four-foot ceiling. In the middle of the scrap heap sit a dozen or so robots of various shapes and sizes. Some are engaged in electronic conversation, while others simply mill about. A voice of recognition calls out from the gloom. (Relient k) And all of us we will endure Just like we always have But you just can't be too sure How long this will last Cause we control the chaos In the back of our minds Our problems seem so small But the grow on us like gravity But gravity still makes us fall
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02-21-2006, 04:06 PM | #15 |
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THREEPIO: Artoo-Detoo! It's you! It's you!
(For me it's you by Train) If I ever find truth I'm gonna let you know If I ever find faith I'm gonna sit in every bit of its afterglow If I ever find a way to bring love here today You better bet your life that this is what I'll say Give it if you've got it Get it if you don't Take my hand in the meantime And let's walk into the sunshine Everybody got something that they want to sing about, laugh about, cry about It's true For me it's you Give it away, give it away, give it away If it's something that you got layin' round your house Man let me tell ya if ain't a kiss It's something you'll never miss Give it to somebody that don't have a thing layin' round like a prayer or a sweet sound Give it if you've got it Get it if you don't Take my hand in the meantime Let's walk into the sunshine Everybody got something that they want to sing about, laugh about, cry about A battered Threepio scrambles up to Artoo and embraces him. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- ROCK CANYON -- SANDCRAWLER -- SUNSET. The enormous Sandcrawler lumbers off toward the magnificent twin suns, which are slowly setting over a distant mountain ridge. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- DAY. Four Imperial stormtroopers mill about in front of the half- buried lifepod that brought Artoo and Threepio to Tatooine. A trooper yells to an officer some distance away. FIRST TROOPER: Someone was in the pod. The tracks go off in this direction. A second trooper picks a small bit of metal out of the sand and gives it to the first trooper. SECOND TROOPER: Look, sir -- droids. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DUNES. The Sandcrawler moves slowly down a great sand dune. INTERIOR: SANDCRAWLER. Threepio and Artoo noisily bounce along inside the cramped prison chamber. Artoo appears to be shut off. THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up! (Wake Me Up Before You Go-go by George Michael) You put the boom-boom into my heart You send my soul sky high When your loving starts A jitterbug into my brain Till my feet do the same But something's bugging me Something ain't right My best friend told me what you did last night You left me sleeping in my bed I was dreaming but i should have been with you instead Chorus: Wake me up before you go-go Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo Wake me up before you go-go I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high Wake me up before you go-go 'cos i'm not planning on going solo Wake me up before you go-go Take me dancing tonight You put the grey skies out of my way You make the sun shine brighter than doris day Turned a bright spark into a flame My beats per minute never been the same 'cos you're my lady I'm your fool It makes me crazy when you act so cruel Come on baby lets not fight We'll go dancing Everything wiil be alright Chorus: Cuddle up baby, move in tight We'll go dancing tomorrow night It's cold out there but it's warm in bed They can dance We'll stay at home instead Chorus to fade Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-21-2006 at 04:09 PM. |
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THREEPIO: Wake up! Wake up!
Suddenly the shaking and bouncing of the Sandcrawler stops, creating quite a commotion among the mechanical men. Threepio's fist bangs the head of Artoo whose computer lights pop on as he begins beeping. At the far end of the long chamber a hatch opens, filling the chamber with blinding white light. a dozen or so Jawas make their way through the odd assortment of robots. THREEPIO: We're doomed. A Jawa starts moving toward them. THREEPIO: Do you think they'll melt us down? Artoo responds, making beeping sounds. THREEPIO: Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Will this never end? (Pillar, Hypnotized) It's been far too long, we've known all along This was going on, can't seem to respond to anything, so, we carry on With our lives, we rewind, we can't find, we deny The simple fact that we haven't done anything Doesn't mean that we can't start offering Why do we feel so far? It's like we're seeing stars Why does it seem so hard to wake up now and see who we really are? So, let go Don't follow Where do we go from here? How did it disappear? It's hard to see with our own eyes These times (these lies) We've been hypnotized I think it's time we try to open up our eyes Look away from the very thing that's made us cry We're hypnotized, and you'll see the real me Luckily, it can't be stopped If the tick-tock of life isn't all that you got So, come ready or not Wake up, it's your last shot So, come to And redo Wake up now, wake up now So, wake up now, wake up now So, wake up now It's been far too long How can we not go wrong? Now, it's been far too long How can we not go wrong again?
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02-23-2006, 04:03 AM | #17 |
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EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- DESERT -- LARS HOMESTEAD -- AFTERNOON.
The Jawas mutter gibberish as they busily line up their battered captives, including Artoo and Threepio, in front of the enormous Sandcrawler, which is parked beside a small homestead consisting of three large holes in the ground surrounded by several tall moisture vaporators and one small adobe block house. The Jawas scurry around fussing over the robots, straightening them up or brushing some dust from a dented metallic elbow. The shrouded little creatures smell horribly, attracting small insects to the dark areas when their mouths and nostrils should be. Out of the shadows of a dingy side-building limps Owen Lars, a large burly man in his mid-fifties. His reddish eyes are sunken in a dust-covered face. As the farmer carefully inspects each robot, he is closely followed by his slump- shouldered nephew, Luke Skywalker. One of the vile little Jawas walks ahead of the farmer spouting an animated sales pitch in a queer, unintelligible language. A voice calls out from one of the huge holes that form the homestead. Luke goes over to the edge and sees his Aunt Beru standing in the main courtyard. BERU: Luke, tell Owen that if he gets a translator to be sure it speaks Bocce. LUKE: It looks like we don't have much of a choice but I'll remind him. Luke returns to his uncle as they look over the equipment for sale with the Jawa leader. OWEN: I have no need for a protocol droid. THREEPIO: (quickly) Sir -- not in an environment such as this -- that's why I've also been programmed for over thirty secondary functions that... OWEN: What I really need is a droid that understands the binary language of moisture vaporators. THREEPIO: Vaporators! Sir -- My first job was programming binary load lifter...very similar to your vaporators. You could say... OWEN: Do you speak Bocce? THREEPIO: Of course I can, sir. It's like a second language for me...I'm as fluent in Bocce... OWEN: All right shut up! (turning to Jawa) I'll take this one. THREEPIO: Shutting up, sir. OWEN: Luke, take these two over to the garage, will you? I want you to have both of them cleaned up before dinner. LUKE: But I was going into Toshi Station to pick up some power converters... OWEN: You can waste time with your friends when your chores are done. Now come on, get to it! LUKE: All right, come on! And the red one, come on. Well, come on, Red, let's go. As the Jawas start to lead the three remaining robots back into the Sandcrawler, Artoo lets out a pathetic little beep and starts after his old friend Threepio. He is restrained by a slimy Jawa, who zaps him with a control box. Owen is negotiating with the head Jawa. Luke and the two robots start off for the garage when a plate pops off the head of the red astro-droid's head plate and it sparks wildly. LUKE: Uncle Owen... OWEN: Yeah? LUKE: This R2 unit has a bad motivator. Look! OWEN: (to the head Jawa) Hey, what're you trying to push on us? The Jawa goes into a loud spiel. Meanwhile, Artoo has sneaked out of line and is moving up and down trying to attract attention. He lets out with a low whistle. Threepio taps Luke on the shoulder. THREEPIO: (pointing to Artoo) Excuse me, sir, but that R2 unit is in prime condition. A real bargain. LUKE: Uncle Owen... OWEN: Yeah? LUKE: What about that one? OWEN: (to Jawa) What about that blue one? We'll take that one. With a little reluctance the scruffy dwarf trades the damaged astro-droid for Artoo. LUKE: Yeah, take it away. THREEPIO: Uh, I'm quite sure you'll be very pleased with that one, sir. He really is in first-class condition. I've worked with him before. Here he comes. Owen pays off the whining Jawa as Luke and the two robots trudge off toward a grimy homestead entry. LUKE: Okay, let's go. THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Now, don't you forget this! Why I should stick my neck out for you is quite beyond my capacity!" turns around and hums... (Helping Hand by Amy Grant) Chorus: Everybody needs a helping hand Take a look at your fellow man And tell me what can i do today 'cause everybody needs a helping out If that ain't what it's all about Tell me what What can i do What can i do today We've all seen trouble from time to time There is a mountain ahead I've got no strength to climb, hey If you're feeling that you're strong Reach out to me I hope this journey won't take long But won't you please Have mercy (repeat chorus) What can i do today I'm talking 'bout the soul all alone Needing the daily bread Someplace to lay his head, yeah, hey And i'm talking about the neighbor on your street Won't you look him in the eye Take time to speak That's mercy, yeah, 'cause... (repeat chorus) Love one another Sister and brother Love is the only way, hey (repeat chorus twice) What can i do today Everybody needs a helpin', helpin' Everybody needs a helping hand Everybody needs a helpin', helpin' Everybody needs a helping hand Everybody needs a helping hand Everybody needs it, oh, everybody needs it Everybody needs a helping hand Oh, everybody needs it, oh, yeah, oh, everybody needs it Oh, yeah, everybody needs a helping hand Everybody needs it, oh, everybody needs it Everybody needs a helping hand Everybody needs it Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-23-2006 at 04:04 AM. |
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INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- GARAGE AREA -- LATE AFTERNOON.
The garage is cluttered and worn, but a friendly peaceful atmosphere permeates the low grey chamber. Threepio lowers himself into a large tub filled with warm oil. Near the battered Landspeeder little Artoo rests on a large battery with a cord to his face. THREEPIO: Thank the maker! This oil bath is going to feel so good. I've got such a bad case of dust contamination, I can barely move! Artoo beeps a muffled reply. Luke seems to be lost in thought as he runs his hand over the damaged fin of a small two-man Skyhopper spaceship resting in a low hangar off the garage. Finally Luke's frustrations get the better of him and he slams a wrench across the workbench. LUKE: It just isn't fair. Oh, Biggs is right. I'm never gonna get out of here! THREEPIO: Is there anything I might do to help? Luke glances at the battered robot. A bit of his anger drains and a tiny smile creeps across his face. LUKE: Well, not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or teleport me off this rock! THREEPIO: I don't think so, sir. I'm only a droid and not very knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyways. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on. LUKE: Well, if there's a bright center to the universe, you're on the planet that it's farthest from. THREEPIO: I see, sir. LUKE: Uh, you can call me Luke. THREEPIO: I see, sir Luke. LUKE: (laughing) Just Luke. THREEPIO: And I am See-Threepio, human-cyborg relations, and this is my counterpart, Artoo-Detoo. LUKE: Hello. Artoo beeps in response. Luke unplugs Artoo and begins to scrape several connectors on the robot's head with a chrome pick. Threepio climbs out of the oil tub and begins wiping oil from his bronze body. LUKE: You got a lot of carbon scoring here. It looks like you boys have seen a lot of action. THREEPIO: With all we've been through, sometimes I'm amazed we're in as good condition as we are, what with the Rebellion and all. LUKE: You know of the Rebellion against the Empire? THREEPIO: That's how we came to be in your service, if you take my meaning, sir. LUKE: Have you been in many battles? THREEPIO: Several, I think. Actually, there's not much to tell. I'm not much more than an interpreter, and not very good at telling stories. Well, not at making them interesting, anyways. Luke struggles to remove a small metal fragment from Artoo's neck joint. He uses a larger pick. LUKE: Well, my little friend, you've got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a cruiser or... The fragment breaks loose with a snap, sending Luke tumbling head over heels. He sits up and sees a twelve-inch three-dimensional hologram of Leia Organa, the Rebel senator, being projected from the face of little Artoo. The image is a rainbow of colors as it flickers and jiggles in the dimly lit garage. Luke's mouth hangs open in awe. LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope. LUKE: What's this? Artoo looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and over. THREEPIO: What is what?!? He asked you a question...(pointing to Leia) What is that? Artoo whistles his surprise as he pretends to just notice the hologram. He looks around and sheepishly beeps an answer for Threepio to translate. Leia continues to repeat the sentence fragment over and over. LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope. THREEPIO: Oh, he says it's nothing, sir. Merely a malfunction. Old data. Pay it no mind. Luke becomes intrigued by the beautiful girl. (you're beutiful James Blunt) My life is brilliant *Musical Pause* My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the (hologram)subway. She was with another man. But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan. (Chorus): You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause Ill never be with you. Yes, she caught my eye, As I walked on by. She could see from my face that I was, Flying high, And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last till the end. (Chorus): You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful it's true I saw your face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause Ill never be with you. (La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, La-la-la-la, Laaah) (Chorus): You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. There must be an angel, with a smile on her face, When she thought that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.
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LUKE: Who is she? She's beautiful.
THREEPIO: I'm afraid I'm not quite sure, sir. LEIA: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi... THREEPIO: I think she was a passenger on our last voyage. A person of some importance, sir -- I believe. Our captain was attached to... LUKE: Is there more to this recording? Luke reaches out for Artoo but he lets out several frantic squeaks and a whistle. THREEPIO: Behave yourself, Artoo. You're going to get us in trouble. It's all right, you can trust him. He's our new master. Artoo whistles and beeps a long message to Threepio. THREEPIO: He says he's the property of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a resident of these parts. And it's a private message for him. Quite frankly, sir I don't know what he's talking about. Our last master was Captain Antilles, but with what we've been through, this little R2 unit has become a bit eccentric. LUKE: Obi-Wan Kenobi? I wonder if he means old Ben Kenobi? THREEPIO: I beg your pardon, sir, but do you know what he's talking about? LUKE: Well, I don't know anyone named Obi-Wan, but old Ben lives out beyond the dune sea. He's kind of a strange old hermit. Luke's gazes at the beautiful young princess for a few moments. LUKE: I wonder who she is. It sounds like she's in trouble. I'd better play back the whole thing. Artoo beeps something to Threepio. THREEPIO: He says the restraining bolt has short circuited his recording system. He suggests that if you remove the bolt, he might be able to play back the entire recording. Luke looks longingly at the lovely, little princess and hasn't really heard what Threepio has been saying. LUKE: H'm? Oh, yeah, well, I guess you're too small to run away on me if I take this off! Okay. Luke takes a wedged bar and pops the restraining bolt off Artoo's side. LUKE: There you go. The princess immediately disappears... LUKE: Well, wait a minute. Where'd she go? Bring her back! Play back the entire message. Artoo beeps an innocent reply as Threepio sits up in embarrassment. THREEPIO: What message? The one you're carrying inside your rusty innards!" and gets so annoyed he begins to sing... (Message in a bottle by Police) Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh More loneliness than any man could bear Rescue me before i fall into despair, oh I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah A year has passed since i wrote my note But i should have known this right from the start Only hope can keep me together Love can mend your life but Love can break your heart I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Walked out this morning, don't believe what i saw Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore Seems i'm not alone at being alone Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I'll send an s.o.s. to the world I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my I hope that someone gets my Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Message in a bottle, yeah Sending out at an s.o.s. Sending out at an s.o.s. Sending out at an s.o.s. Sending out at an s.o.s. Sending out at an s.o.s. Sending out at an s.o.s... Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-24-2006 at 02:34 AM. |
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A women's voice calls out from another room.
AUNT BERU: Luke? Luke! Come to dinner! Luke stands up and shakes his head at the malfunctioning robot. LUKE: All right, I'll be right there, Aunt Beru. THREEPIO: I'm sorry, sir, but he appears to have picked up a slight flutter. Luke tosses Artoo's restraining bolt on the workbench and hurries out of the room. LUKE: Well, see what you can do with him. I'll be right back. THREEPIO: (to Artoo) Just you reconsider playing that message for him. Artoo beeps in response. THREEPIO: No, I don't think he likes you at all. Artoo beeps. THREEPIO: No, I don't like you either. INTERIOR: LARS HOMESTEAD -- DINING AREA. Luke's Aunt Beru, a warm, motherly woman, fills a pitcher with blue fluid from a refrigerated container in the well-used kitchen. She puts the pitcher on a tray with some bowls of food and starts for the dining area. Luke sits with his Uncle Owen before a table covered with steaming bowls of food as Aunt Beru carries in a bowl of red grain. LUKE: You know, I think that R2 unit we bought might have been stolen. OWEN: What makes you think that? LUKE: Well, I stumbled across a recording while I was cleaning him. He says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi. Owen is greatly alarmed at the mention of his name, but manages to control himself. LUKE: I thought he might have meant old Ben. Do you know what he's talking about? Well, I wonder if he's related to Ben. Owen breaks loose with a fit of uncontrolled anger. OWEN: That old man's just a crazy old wizard. Tomorrow I want you to take that R2 unit into Anchorhead and have its memory flushed. That'll be the end of it. It belongs to us now. LUKE: But what if this Obi-Wan comes looking for him? OWEN: He won't, I don't think he exists any more. He died about the same time as your father. LUKE: He knew my father? OWEN: I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to prepare the new droids for tomorrow. In the morning I want them on the south ridge working out those condensers. LUKE: Yes, sir. I think those new droids are going to work out fine. In fact, I, uh, was also thinking about our agreement about my staying on another season. And if these new droids do work out, I want to transmit my application to the Academy this year. Owen's face becomes a scowl, although he tries to suppress it. OWEN: You mean the next semester before harvest? LUKE: Sure, there're more than enough droids. OWEN: Harvest is when I need you the most. Only one more season. This year we'll make enough on the harvest so I'll be able to hire some more hands. And then you can go to the Academy next year. Luke continues to toy with his food, not looking at his uncle. OWEN: You must understand I need you here, Luke. LUKE: But it's a whole 'nother year. OWEN: Look, it's only one more season. Luke pushes his half-eaten plate of food aside and stands. LUKE: Yeah, that's what you said last year when Biggs and Tank left. AUNT BERU: Where are you going? LUKE: It looks like I'm going nowhere. I have to finish cleaning those droids. Resigned to his fate, Luke paddles out of the room. Owen mechanically finishes his dinner. AUNT BERU: Owen, he can't stay here forever. Most of his friends have gone. It means so much to him. OWEN: I'll make it up to him next year. I promise. AUNT BERU: Luke's just not a farmer, Owen. He has too much of his father in him. OWEN: That's what I'm afraid of. EXTERIOR: TATOOINE -- LARS HOMESTEAD. The giant twin suns of Tatooine slowly disappear behind a distant dune range. Luke stands watching them for a few moments, feeling that he ain't going anywhere soon he sings... (Going Nowhere by Andrea Parker) Through the stained glass window Pictures in my mind Dissolving in a jet Taking time to rewind New direction Passagers in the dark Shadows from below Leaving a mark Going nowhere (repeat) Apart from the obvious Nothing is what it seems Silence between the light Of a hidden ??scene/seem/seed/seize?? New direction Lost connections to the past Going nowhere Moving too far Going nowhere (repeat) ...then reluctantly enters the doomed entrance to thehomestead. Last edited by Grey_Wolf : 02-26-2006 at 05:44 AM. |
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