DeathsKnight
Harmless Teddybear
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Disclaimer notice: I know that the songs used in this RP is property and copy-righted to the respective artists and their labels. We are only using them to tell a story, the songs and their edited versions remains property of the respective artists and labels.
"I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I'm so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
But I've often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
I've been so lucky, I am the guy with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me"
Charles Streak sat on his normal bench, his fingers caressing the strings of his old accoustic guitar. His voice brouht out the genius of the song, but then again, he had studied for this haven't he?
He stopped playing and he looked at the money he had made, it seemed enough for the rent and some food. It being the end of the month, he really needed the money. He sighed and decided to play some more, why did the people like his playing more than producers, arean't they the same people that bought the albums? He shook his head and a pair of feet made him look up. It was a well-dressed man, definately some corporate type.
"I am curious, can you play Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water?"
He nodded,
"I can play the intro and body, but what makes the song is the electric guitar and of course the drums."
The man grinned,
"Play what you can do then."
He nodded and started to play.
"I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, you've probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
Cause everyone listens when I start to sing
I'm so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
But I've often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, I'm a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
I've been so lucky, I am the guy with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
Thanks for all the joy they're bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me"
Charles Streak sat on his normal bench, his fingers caressing the strings of his old accoustic guitar. His voice brouht out the genius of the song, but then again, he had studied for this haven't he?
He stopped playing and he looked at the money he had made, it seemed enough for the rent and some food. It being the end of the month, he really needed the money. He sighed and decided to play some more, why did the people like his playing more than producers, arean't they the same people that bought the albums? He shook his head and a pair of feet made him look up. It was a well-dressed man, definately some corporate type.
"I am curious, can you play Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water?"
He nodded,
"I can play the intro and body, but what makes the song is the electric guitar and of course the drums."
The man grinned,
"Play what you can do then."
He nodded and started to play.
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