Rebecca Hb. (
beckyh2112) wrote2006-10-08 10:48 pm
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Bizarre Blitzwing/Catechism-ness
So, while taking Silverbolt out to play with the other Aerialbots and stomping on the big-bad Decepticons, Aerosmith's "Hangman Jury" came up on my playlist.
And what interesting Blitzwing/Catechism mental images it spawned. Mind you, my brain wasn't taking the whole song together, just snatches of lyric bits.
- Hangman Jury, Aerosmith
Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade
Talkin' about the money that I ain't made
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses stood
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
Drank so much hooch
It made my eyes be gettin' blurry
They say I nailed her to the wall
A stitch in time don't mean a thing
No hangman jury could make me crawl
'Cause I'm a poor boy
Dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
Oh
Whatcha do with a gun that's loaded
Oh, shot her dead and her heart exploded
Oh, tell me baby now d-dontcha worry
Oh, like lying to the hangman jury
Oh, I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded
In fact my memory ain't too clear
That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved
'Least that's the way it looked from here boy
When you line the track a lack a
Here boy when you line the track a lack a
Here boy when you line the track
Oh - her love came tumblin' down, yeah
Oh - when love come tumblin' down
Oh - (let's get outta here)
When love come tumblin' ...
And every night she'd take her thing into the city
And in the mornin' make me beg
'Cause if I'd taken all her real nitty gritty
I'd smack her right upside the head boy
Dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Oh - when love came tumblin' down
Oh - when love came tumblin' down
Oh - when love came tumblin' ...
Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night
Hangman waitin' for the early morning light
Singin' hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses done stood
Singin' hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
And what interesting Blitzwing/Catechism mental images it spawned. Mind you, my brain wasn't taking the whole song together, just snatches of lyric bits.
- Hangman Jury, Aerosmith
Me and my old lady sittin' in the shade
Talkin' about the money that I ain't made
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses stood
Singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
Drank so much hooch
It made my eyes be gettin' blurry
They say I nailed her to the wall
A stitch in time don't mean a thing
No hangman jury could make me crawl
'Cause I'm a poor boy
Dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track a lack a
O boy dontcha line the track
Oh
Whatcha do with a gun that's loaded
Oh, shot her dead and her heart exploded
Oh, tell me baby now d-dontcha worry
Oh, like lying to the hangman jury
Oh, I swear I didn't know that 45 was loaded
In fact my memory ain't too clear
That's not to say she didn't get what she deserved
'Least that's the way it looked from here boy
When you line the track a lack a
Here boy when you line the track a lack a
Here boy when you line the track
Oh - her love came tumblin' down, yeah
Oh - when love come tumblin' down
Oh - (let's get outta here)
When love come tumblin' ...
And every night she'd take her thing into the city
And in the mornin' make me beg
'Cause if I'd taken all her real nitty gritty
I'd smack her right upside the head boy
Dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Oh - when love came tumblin' down
Oh - when love came tumblin' down
Oh - when love came tumblin' ...
Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night
Hangman waitin' for the early morning light
Singin' hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
If I could, I surely would
Stand on the rock that Moses done stood
Singin' hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track
Hey boy dontcha line the track a lack a
Hey boy dontcha line the track

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Yeah... in "reality," it would be her who smacks him upside the head, for one. :p (And you don't possibly want to share any of those interesting mental images, do you? ;) )
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Catechism quite literally nailed to the wall and mad as hell.
Blitzwing having to defend himself from her trine-mates, but there's no way in hell he's going to let a pair of Mayhems beat him, not when he's one of the Ten Deadliest Killers.
What you do with the gun that's loaded- shot dead when her heart exploded.
The image for this one pretty much goes with the lyric.
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And this is what happens late at night. I get violence in with my sex.
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Which, frankly, means Astrotrain would have to do it.