Parody - I've Just Seen A Face

YAY I HAVE THE AWESOME HONOUR OF POSTING AGAIN AFTER SO LONG :D

Baobi and I made a parody of this song "I've Just Seen A Face" by The Beatles, but sung by Jim Sturgess in the movie 'Across The Universe' here.
(Yes, you click the word 'here' for a youtube link so that you can attempt to sing with our parodied lyrics roughly meant to tell you about the life of a crazy fangirl coughexamplecoughbaobicoughlisacoughcoughcough)

Here's our parody:

I've just seen a face
Won't forget it in my haste
I fell in love - he's just the guy for me
And I want all the girls to know he's mine
Na na na na na na

If we ever met someday
I won't be able to look away
But you will never notice me
And my heart it still flutters for you
Na na na na na na

Calling, yes I am calling
But they keep blocking my numbers (again)

You'll probably never see
A fan like this, you should be scared
And I have missed you and stalked you home
I bet the other girls were never quite like this
Na na na na na na

Calling, please do call me
xxxxxxxx (insert number here, I don't want to put up a number in case you really try to call it)

Here's the original lyrics:

I've just seen a face
I can't forget the time or place
That we'd just met, she's just the girl for me
And I want all the world to see we've met
Na na na na na na

Had it been another day
I might have looked the other way
But I had never been aware
And as it is I dream of her tonight
Na na na na na na

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling, me back again

I have never known the likes of this, I've been alone
And I have missed things and stayed out of sight
But the other girls were never quite like this
Na na na na na na

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling, me back again

Thanks :)

Love,
Ruifen who misses her oreos.

mediocrity

1. Leaving
He has his passport tucked safely in one pocket, creased plane ticket in the other. Briefcase in hand and loosening his tie, he finally locates his seat. Back home his wife, luggage in tow, shuts the door behind her one last time, rolling her sleeves down to hide painful souvenirs from nights of drunken tirades. (55)

2. Writer’s Block
Her mind seems numb at the very thought of it. Mouth drier than the Sahara. Palms flooded by salty seas. Whitening knuckles grip a pen that seems to have gotten heavier overnight. Her hands betray her now, she waits – inspiration! Her hands betray her now, trembling slightly, she looks down. She has written a story. (55)
3. Lust
Her skin seems to reflect his image as he gazes adoringly at her. He rubs his hand across the smooth, warm surface of her body. She growls, she purrs – octane fueled rumbles. A deft flick of his hand – she shudders with the pure ecstasy of life. Hands caressing, touching, feeling.
He drives.
4. Trophy
I can survey my kingdom from here – on top of the mantel, free of dust and scratches. I am his blood, sweat, tears melted down and molded into a glinting trophy. He cleans me everyday, admiring my shine as he rids of stains from nights when I double up as a club.
He loves me.


Bao Zhing - 315