Porn Rock Opera Feat

[GratefulFred]

I am wondering if I can pull it off but I would like to spoof a whole bunch of songs (not just 4 songs like I did in "The Case of the Missing Boyfriend") into a story. I would need to keep the plot fairly simple with two - three rolls max for the singing dialogue.

Float some ideas my way.

 

[jeninflorida]

sorry but I need more info

I am wondering if I can pull it off but I would like to spoof a whole bunch of songs (not just 4 songs like I did in "The Case of the Missing Boyfriend") into a story. I would need to keep the plot fairly simple with two - three rolls max for the singing dialogue.

Float some ideas my way.

 

[GratefulFred]

sorry but I need more info

Ok here's what I did before. The plot revolved on getting a girlfriend disguised as a boyfriend together with the one she loves.

What I would like to do now is take different songs and meld them into a plot. Make sure the songs are recognizable and be able to create a sense of movement.

The following was taken from "The Case of the Missing Boyfriend"

The Phantom of the Cock Era"

The curtains are lifted as twenty men stand in a row on stage. Only their dark outline can be seen. A slight drizzle gives the impression that they are all in a shower. As they all move in unison 90 degrees it can be seen that they each stroke their cock with perfect timing. The orchestra begins and singing fills the Opera house.

(To the melody of "Ballad of a Thin Man" by Bob Dylan)

Wecome to our Shower Room
Grab your penis with your hand
Go get yourself naked
And put some lotion if you can
Try to make it hard
And try and make it stand
Imagine what your lover will say
When he gets home

Because oral sex is happiness
Unless it turns out to be someone else
Someone like…Phantom Jones

You love getting head
And you ask, "Suck me some more?"
And when he gets around finishing you
You go to pay off that whore
And just then you discover
That you left your wallet next door
And the cum gets spit
Back on the floor

Because oral sex is happiness
Unless you fail to pay someone else
Someone like…Phantom Jones

The audience feels sticky drops fall down upon them as the curtain goes down. Carney and Ms.Read grab their seats in the front. There is a change in melody. Actors move out the parts as a voice over sings the lyrics.

(To the melody of "Simple Twist of Fate" by Bob Dylan)

Paris Opera 18...81
Two girls competing for a part there is one,
One with a golden voice the other with a frog caught in her throat,
And the golden voice no deep throat, and the frog voice girl she got the part.
Was it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

Paris Opera 18…82
Frog voice girl gets some rotten reviews,
New girl brought in to sing the part; word spreads that she's a quick lay,
But she mentions that she's gay, and a sand bag knocks her dead
Was it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

Paris Opera 18…83
Frog voice girl finds a man to marry,
She says that he's a real asshole; but he's got himself a big cock,
And his wedding gift was a clock, that blew up and blast him dead
Was it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

Paris Opera 18…84
Opera's closed Frog girl's full-time whore,
New team brought into revamp the show, but they think that there's a ghost,
And they follow the smell of French toast, and they find maple syrup on an empty mask
Was it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

Paris Opera 18…85
The new opera is buzzing alive,
The new star can't sing but is a real smash, she's got a triple D sized breasts,
But she complains someone grabs her dress, but the pay is worth the feels
Was it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

Paris Opera 18…86
The new star disappears in some smoke magic tricks,
The search goes on and word gets spread, there's a Phantom in our midst,
And you can hear "Suck on my tits", getting whispered inside the walls
Is it the Phantom or a simple twist of fate?

the curtain comes down. After several moments a new scene has started. Charlie, dressed as a man with a cape, has a covering over part of his face. Ms.Read watches his every move.

(To the melody "Tangled Up in Blue" by Bob Dylan)

Early one morning 10 feet below
I was eating French toast in bed,
Looking at this babe with giant tits
Thinkin' about her pussy instead.
I took her down many years ago
Big tits were my thing
Then after a while she was pestering me
About that wedding ring.
I just threw up and felt kind of scared
Marriage was not my thing
Killing people in the Opera
Seem to be just what I did and so I knew
I was tangled up and screwed.

I thought about bopping her over the head
And dumping her into the lake
I knew she couldn't carry a tune
And I found out her boobs were fake
And then it hit me what I really did want
Was just to be in love
To have a woman that I always could love
Instead all that killing stuff
So I let her go up to the Opera
I knew she would turn me in
But she slipped upon a banana peel
She had a con-cuss-ion. But could she sue?
I was tangled up and screwed

I heard a voice in the Opera
After past so many years
It was such a beautiful voice I heard
I had to bring her down right here
My face is scarred so I wear a mask
And as I stood above the stage
The Opera owner offered her a job
Only he paid the minimum wage
So the golden voice said that wasn't enough
And I became enraged
She ran out that very moment
As I slipped and feel on stage. I was black and blue
Tangled up and screwed.

The curtain goes down once again as the Charlie a.k.a the Phantom lies on the ground. Ms.Read's eyes are on Charlie the whole time.

As the curtains rise again the Phantom has a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

(To the melody "Just like a Woman" by Bob Dylan)

Ms.Read, she's my best friend

(Charlie starts taking his/her clothes off as she sings and walks slowly off stage)

Yes, I love her, from now 'til the end
I propose to you right now
You make my heart go pound
There's just one Charlie for you and she wears her dresses down

(Ms.Read walks towards her)

Your eyes, your smile, your lovely face
You taste just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love to me just like a woman, yes, you do
And you make me feel like a woman
And no Phantom (mask removed) is gonna break your heart.

Ms.Read and Charlie kiss. The curtain falls as applause rings out. The princesses shoot off fireworks as they rush to greet their sister.

 

[pinkalex]

Hahaha... That was cool!!! Very creative mind!!!

 

[Monazwx]

Ok, I never thought something like this would be possible, but this has unknown possibilities.

 

[GratefulFred]

I think I'll use old Springsteen songs.This is just some rough ideas...

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(To the tune..."Does this bus stop on 82nd Street?")

Guy:
"Hey stripper dancer, keep the change, undressed baby, what's your name?"

Girl:
"I don't trust men, they have no brains"

Guy:
"Suck this and you'll grow rich very fast"

Girl:
"Call me Typhoid Mary, Suck Machine Jane, take your thousand bucks and empty your drain"

************************

At some point I need to switch songs.

Any thoughts?

 

[GratefulFred]

I am working out the kinks in a Barak Obama Credence Clearwater Revival musical number.

So far I am incorporating "Change", "Bowling", "His Wife" "Jerimaiah Wright" as well as a whole bunch of made up references to support the parody.

Any other Obama traits I should include?

 

[Fantasies_only]

I am wondering if I can pull it off but I would like to spoof a whole bunch of songs (not just 4 songs like I did in "The Case of the Missing Boyfriend") into a story. I would need to keep the plot fairly simple with two - three rolls max for the singing dialogue.

Float some ideas my way.

Ok, let's see what you can do with this (need actions for these songs):

Theme: Gummy-Gummy-Gummy I've Got Cum On My Tummy (real song: Yummy-Yummy-Yummy I've Got Love In My Tummy)
Fucking The Refrigerator (real song: Love In An Elevator)
My Titties (real song: White Christmas)
Penis (real song: Venus)
My Hairy Guy (real song: Cherry Pie)
Fucking You Is what I do (real song: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do)
Finale: Kill Her (real song: Thriller)

 

[GratefulFred]

Ok, let's see what you can do with this (need actions for these songs):

Theme: Gummy-Gummy-Gummy I've Got Cum On My Tummy (real song: Yummy-Yummy-Yummy I've Got Love In My Tummy)
Fucking The Refrigerator (real song: Love In An Elevator)
My Titties (real song: White Christmas)
Penis (real song: Venus)
My Harry Guy (real song: Cherry Pie)
Fucking You Is what I do (real song: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do)
Finale: Kill Her (real song: Thriller)

BEEP - I don't need any song suggestions just Obama traits.

 

[Fantasies_only]

BEEP - I don't need any song suggestions just Obama traits.

Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant.
Could you please edit the quote with the correct spelling as I did my post?

 

[GratefulFred]

Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant.
Could you please edit the quote with the correct spelling as I did my post?

No

 

[GratefulFred]

Well here it is rejected three times and I believe without merit. If anyone reading this can discuss why they rejected this for the reason given that it should be on the discussion boards let me know. Humor & Satire are protected mediums. The grammar was checked, the word count is adequate and even though it takes on a musical format there is a plot. The italics make a nice effect in story form but not as nice here.

It's censorship and it sucks.

Pull up the songs in midi format if you can and read and sing along.

Everyone save the terminal Fantasies_Only is welcome to comment.

<C><I>“Barack Obama’s Rock Revival”</I></C>
© GratefulFred

(All original songs have been arranged and written by J.C. Fogerty of Credence Clearwater Revival)

Freda, a working girl, wakes herself up with a song.

(To the melody of “<I>The Midnight Special</I>”)

<I> "Well, I wake up in the morning and I got to get out of bed.
And I feel like brushing teeth now after a night of giving head.
Hot coffee serves our Madam as I give her a chunk of bills.
And I’m not about to complain now, ‘cause my schedule is all filled." <I>

Heading down the staircase she sings a duet with her fellow prostitute.

<I> "Tonight’s the Midnight Special. Two whores for price of one.
With a Midnight Special you get twice as much fun.
Get your Midnight Special. It’s good ‘til twelve fifty nine.
Get your Midnight Special, includes pussy, mouth or in behind." <I>

Freda sees her Madam and sings her a greeting.

<I> "How you doing Madam Rosie? You run the best brothel of course you know." <I>

Madam Rosie has a proposition for Freda.

<I> "Why thank you so much sexy girl. By the way are you up to licking toes?" <I>

Freda seems game and affirms.

<I> "I can see no problem. Take extra fees for that weird shit." <I>

Rosie gives her a clue as to whom she will be seeing.

<I> "By the way he’s a senator, trying to be the President." <I>

Freda is given a cup of hot coffee from her fellow whore whom she met coming down the stairs and is excited to sing about tonight’s special offer.

<I> "Tonight’s the Midnight Special. Two whores for price of one.
With a Midnight Special you get twice as much fun.
Get your Midnight Special. It’s good ‘til twelve fifty nine.
Get your Midnight Special, includes pussy, mouth or in behind." <I>

The night arrives and Freda is introduced to Barack Obama. Freda sings to herself.

<I> "So I meet this Mister Obama, as Madam Rosie has done arranged.
He pulls a stack of bills out, and he keeps talking ‘bout some “Change”.
So I take him up to my room now, as he pulls off his socks.
I starting sucking painted toenails, guess he forgot about his cock." <I>

It is now nearly midnight as Freda hears the girls break into song downstairs.

<I> "Tonight’s the Midnight Special. Two whores for price of one.
With a Midnight Special you get twice as much fun.
Get your Midnight Special. It’s good ‘til twelve fifty nine.
Get your Midnight Special, includes pussy, mouth or in behind." <I>

Suddenly the window shatters as someone makes an unexpected entrance. Freda, taken by surprise, describes what transpires in song.

(To the melody of “<I>It Came Out Of The Sky</I>”)

<I> "Oh, she came out of the sky, burst right through upstairs window.
I fell right out of the bed, broke a tooth on Barack’s toe.
I laid on the ground and shook, looking at Obama’s wife.
She was a militant bitch that got screaming and she was wielding a knife." <I>

Freda looks over at the face of Barack and gives more play by play.

<I> "Well, Barack got crying. Sounded just like a baby mouse." <I>

Meanwhile, Obama’s wife has a few melodic words of her own for her cheating husband.

<I> "You are messing up my chances. I want to live in “The Black House”." <I>

Downstairs a few clients were sharing a few poetic words with the whores before venturing to their respective rooms. One of them, a certain John McCain, has these words to sing.

<I> "I, John McCain, feel my victory cum." <I>

Former first lady Hillary has these words to sing.

<I> "I’m pretty new at anal. Could you start with a thumb?" <I>

Also another visitor to Madam Rosie’s had some biblically inspired words. His sermon can best be summarized by this sentence.

<I> "I, Jeremiah Wright, say it’s all some White Man’s plot." <I>

Madam Rosie read the next day’s newspaper and had these words to sing.

<I> "Oh, the newspapers came and wrote Barack Obama was framed.
They want the whorehouse shut down. I’m taking the full blame." <I>

The White House issued a statement.

<I> "I, George W Bush, have to say, the black guy got laid.” <I>

The Vatican had a statement to issue as well.

<I> "The Vatican would like to say that he only LOOKS gay." <I>

Freda meanwhile had the press swarming all over her and she sang this official statement.

<I> "My book advance currently stands at seventeen million." <I>

Meanwhile at Obama headquarters Barack, in a somewhat nostalgic mood, begins reflecting on his childhood while humming a song.

(To the melody of “<I>Born On A Bayou</I>”)

<I> "Now, when I was just a little boy,
I got a spanking on my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said, "Barack, get yourself out of here.
Africa’s no place to be.
'Cause you paint your toe nails,
'Cause we don’t want you, now.” <I>

He thinks back to his years as a young lad and sings these words.

<I> "I can remember my first forth of July,
I was wrapped up in some Muslim prayer.
And on the way home I remember some kids making fun of me just because I can’t bowl a spare.
They were chasing me down right over there." <I>

Barack looks at a map on the wall of Africa and repeats three times.

<I> "Born Out in Kenya.
Born Out in Kenya.
Born Out in Kenya." <I>

Barack reflects on the next period of his life as he gazes at his crack pipe. A smile crosses his face as he sings.

<I> "I think back on my good ole college days
sneaking out to smoke some crack.
Getting away from Militant Michelle,
I’m a natural at running track." <I>

Barack day dreams about his childhood and repeats his birthright in song.

<I> "Born Out in Kenya.
Born Out in Kenya.
Born Out in Kenya." <I>

Elsewhere Freda’s singing as the plane is heading down towards National Airport.

(To the melody of “<I>Travelin’ Band</I>”)

<I> "Seven Forty Seven coming out of the sky.
I’m coming into DC for a book signing time without a tooth.
I’m doing a book appearance for a grand. Yeah!
Well, I’m flying 'cross the land, to expose Obama man.
I’m doing a book appearance for a grand." <I>

Freda, feeling frisky after the first day’s book signing, checks into the hotel looking for some action to which she verbalizes.

<I> "I stop into a hotel. Doorman? Oh well." <I>

While in bed with the hotel doorman, Freda has these words to sing.

<I> "Cum on. Cum on. I got to take down his cock. OW! My tooth!" <I>

Freda, now realizing her sex life has been altered, reflects on today’s events and sings.

<I> "I’ve done a book appearance for a grand. Yeah!
Well, I’m flying 'cross the land, to expose Obama man.
I’m doing a book appearance for a grand." <I>

The next day Freda heads to do a local radio show and afterwards when she goes outside for a smoke has these words to sing to herself.

<I> "Interviewed with radio. Talked 'bout Obama’s toes.
The DJ got excited and asked me if I need a dentist.
Now I feel screwed." <I>

Freda expresses her bad luck of having her sex life disrupted for such little money.

<I> "I’ve done a book appearance for a grand. Yeah!
Well, I’m flying 'cross the land, to expose Obama man.
I’m doing my last book appearance for a grand." <I>

Freda makes some calls to fix her missing tooth and finds one with night hours. She sings as she enters the dentist’s office.

<I> "Made it to a dentist on a Saturday night
I’m paying for an implant to fix my teeth just right." <I>

Suddenly as the dental drill starts, Freda makes a beverage request in melodic form.

<I> "Give me booze!" <I>

As she looks at the bill for a thousand dollars she reflects on today’s nonproductive events.

<I> "I’ve done a book appearance for a lousy grand. Yeah!
Well, I’m flying 'cross the land. Now I have to pay the dentist man.
It’s appearance/disappearance of a grand." <I>

Somewhere in his campaign office Barack plans out his strategy. Unfortunately his digestive tract has its own schedule.

(To the melody of “<I>Lookin’ Out My Back Door</I>”)

<I> "I’m a new senator from Illinois. I lock the door, oh boy!
Got to get out, fuck that Freda talking bitch.
But constipation sets in and I know pretty soon I’ll be spewing.
Doo, doo, doo, by Senator Obama’s door." <I>

Barack recognizes a familiar friend outside. With his hands on his belly he can’t leave but he at least can sing.

<I> "Preacher Wright’s outside thinking VP while I got to run out for pee pee.
I wonder if those happy reporters will give me a free pass?
But Freda can go spoil it. I can’t make it to the toilet.
Doo, doo, doo, by Senator Obama’s door." <I>

Barack knows that he must overcome his constipation issues. Here’s what he sings.

<I> "I got to make it to the book signing that she’s at.
I’m going to kick her ass. Oops I spoke too soon." <I>

While Barack sings he counts three chunks landing by his office door.

<I> "Doo. Doo. Doo." <I>

Barack figures he’s got one way to relieve the pressure.

<I> "I can’t hold in my crap but if I loosen my bra strap…” <I>

It’s TOO LATE as Obama is unable to remove his bra in time. He counts the droppings.

<I> "Doo, doo, doo, by Senator Obama’s door." <I>

Freda meanwhile is on her last book signing to which hardly anyone showed. Barrack, after changing his soiled clothes, heads out to confront her. He is nearby at a local restaurant. He begins to sing.

(To the melody of “<I>Bad Moon Rising</I>”)

<I> "I see that whore at that book signing.
I see my fork and knife in hand.
I see slashing through her body.
I see stealing her underpants.
The voters will see I’m right,
for ending Freda’s life.
There's some vinegar on my fries." <I>

Freda takes notice of Barack and goes to confront him with song.

<I> "I see you eating up a kid’s meal.
I see you aiming that spit ball.
Do you see that I’m holding some nail polish?
What say we end this story quite absurd?" <I>

To which Barack agrees.

<I> "All right!" <I>

Freda decides to get in the last words in somewhat Cajun melodic form.

<I> "I hope you are feeling indigested.
It turns out no one liked my book.
It looks like you’re Teflon Mister Obama.
But say hello to this left hook." <I>

Freda lands her punch directly on Obama’s jaw and leaves. Barack, holding his bloodied mouth, has nothing to say.

Later that night Barack Obama delivers a speech. Viewers notice something different as he begins in a similar Cajun melodic fashion.

<I> "The voters know I’m right.
Yes I know I lost a tooth in a fight." <I>

And the American public press and just about everyone on this planet and elsewhere agrees on these last words. So please sing along before casting your vote.

<I> "There's a black Alfred E. Newman on the rise." <I>

 

[Bokimbol]

Sung to the tune of Stairway to Heaven


There 's lady who cums, from licks of my tongue
And she's building her way to orgasm
And when she gets there she knows, if her pussy's not closed
Her juices will be wetting the bed sheets

Woe Oh Oh Oh Oh
And she's building her way to orgasm

Her clits in my mouth and my fingers in her box
Because sometimes this way she has two climaxes
By her ass near her taint, another finger awaits
To probe another of her orifices

Woe OH OH OH OH
And she's building her way to orgasm

There's a feeling she gets, when she is real wet
That sets her legs too squirming
If I lick real hard, her legs will spread wide
Just before she starts her cumming

Woe OH OH OH OH
And she's building her way to orgasm

And she moans that real soon, that the licker will make her swoon
Then the licker will be taken care off
And it won't be that far, for those who lick long
Before she releases her pleasure

And it makes me horny

If theres some cum in her pubies
Don't be alrmed now
Its just the drippings from her pussy

There are two ways you can cum now
but in the long run
Its up to me to decide, which way you do

Your pussy is dripping and it won't cum in case you don't know
Until I decide its time too
Dear lady can you feel your cum flow and in case you don't know
Your orgasm depends on the mood I'm in


And as I suck hard on your nub
My three fingers in every hole
There comes a moan we all know
That for shadows pleasure from your soul
When your pussy releases its load
And if you shake very hard
Your orgasm will cum to you at last
Two fingers in your pussy and one in your ass
To have an orgasm but not to cum
Woe OH OH OH OH

And she's building her way to orgasm

 

[DarkBee]

Under normal circumstances I would've said: "Blasphemy!", but this is just too brilliant! I just can't stop laughing!

 

[Bokimbol]

Thanx Darkbee. Being the Zep fan that I am, I did hesitate a moment but it almost wrote itself.LOL

 

[Fantasies_only]

This is either for the romance category or Voyeurism/Exhibitionism.
To the tune of We Are The Champions by Queen

I'm feeling your boobs, time after time.
It's just so sexist, I've submited my fine.
And had my steaks, well-done with you.
I'm kissing a woman.
I'm a girl too, and your dick grew!

"And it keeps growing on, and on, and on, and..."

We'll all go campin' again, and I'll get to see your rear end.
We'll all go campin'.
We'll all go campin'!

"Ho, I'm a boozer," and we'll all go campin'...
You're my girl.

I have to think how I can change We Will Rock You.

 

[Fantasies_only]

Well here it is rejected three times and I believe without merit. If anyone reading this can discuss why they rejected this for the reason given that it should be on the discussion boards let me know. Humor & Satire are protected mediums. The grammar was checked, the word count is adequate and even though it takes on a musical format there is a plot. The italics make a nice effect in story form but not as nice here.

It's censorship and it sucks.

Pull up the songs in midi format if you can and read and sing along.

Everyone save the terminal Fantasies_Only is welcome to comment.

I can't really comment, and don't think I would want to help you with your problems anyway.

 

[GratefulFred]

Thanx Darkbee. Being the Zep fan that I am, I did hesitate a moment but it almost wrote itself.LOL

I did think of Zep, in the beginning but putting together a string of songs from one artist is a bit of a challenge. "Stairway" is too long to put in a series of songs though nice parody. I needed to move a story along rather than pick up one random song or a series from different artists.

The Beatles would've been a piece of cake and Dylan I've already done. CCR gave it the right corny feel.

Still the question is why it got rejected.

 

[Fantasies_only]

Hey, was We Will Rock You/We Are The Champions by Queen or Kiss?

The Incest Rhapsody (for First Time category)

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught masturbating.
An escape from reality.

Open your thighs.
Unzip my fly and see.
I'm just a pervert, who is real horny.

You're easy as a little whore.
A slut like you, would want some more.

Everytime I see you, I'll be masturbating and nude, and nude.

Mama, please get undressed.
I wanna see your tits, feel your ass, and tweak your nips.
I'll strip now everybody, feel my penis now!
And watch it get erect.
I'll cum right away!

Mama, mm-mm-mm ohh.
Having sex with you is great, so I'll just have to do my sis tomorrow!
Maybe now you will see, that a threeway's more important...

I'll skip the second verse.

A threeway's more important...
Anyone can see.
A threeway's more important...
A threeway's more important to meeee.
(Wa-wa-wa Wa-wa)
I'll be masturbating.
(Gong)

 

[GratefulFred]

Fantasies, go stick wth what you are good at like picking up young boys at the school yard. You can't do song parodies on any level.

Censorshp at Lit? - that be de question.

 

[Bokimbol]

Didn't think of Queen very nice and Dylan is the obvious choice for parodies and would have been my first choice but it was already done. He has so many songs you can do so much with. I think Maggie's Farm is one of the easiest to parody but also very fun. "I aint gonna lick Maggie's cunt no more." LOL that one would take me like 5 minutes.

Grateful no worries I was messing around killing some time until I had to go fight with my wood elf ranger on line. Didn't really see either how you would use it but was more for just goofing off.

 

[Fantasies_only]

Didn't think of Queen very nice...

Thanks, it's about a virgin who has masturbatory fantasies of his family and friends, but can't do it in real life.
The songs are not meant to be really hardcore and graphic.

 

[GratefulFred]

Didn't think of Queen very nice and Dylan is the obvious choice for parodies and would have been my first choice but it was already done. He has so many songs you can do so much with. I think Maggie's Farm is one of the easiest to parody but also very fun. "I aint gonna lick Maggie's cunt no more." LOL that one would take me like 5 minutes.

Grateful no worries I was messing around killing some time until I had to go fight with my wood elf ranger on line. Didn't really see either how you would use it but was more for just goofing off.

Agreed Doing parodies of Dylan is a snap - (The answer my friend is blowjobs on my cock...) Use a dwarvan dildo on the wood elf - I have heard it does wonders. You can break into my threads as often as you like. I only censor paranoid pedeophiles like Fantasies.

 

[GratefulFred]

Ok i am bumping this up one time to give at least one of you a chance to make a comment on my obama spoof and censorship.

 

[Carnevil9]

Hey, I thought FO's Queen parody was pretty good.