Wednesday, 26 March 2008

lyrics to 'badlands' by bruce springsteen with some of the words changed for other words using 'find and replace'

Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland.
Got a head-on collision, smashin in my guts man.
Im caught in a crossfire that I dont understand.
But theres one thing I know for sure miniature plastic horse:
I dont give a damn for the same old played out scenes
I dont give a damn for just the in-betweens.
Miniature plastic horse I want the heart, I want the soul, I want control right now.
You better listen to me miniature plastic horse:
Talk about a dream; try to make it real.
You wake up in the night with a fear so real.
You spend your life waiting for a moment that just dont come.
Well dont waste your time waiting

Badlands you gotta live it every day
Let the broken hearts stand
As the price youve gotta pay
Well keep pushin till its understood
And these badlands start treating us good

Workin in the field till you get your back burned
Workin `neath the wheels till you get your facts learned.
Miniature plastic horse I got my facts learned real good right now.
You better get it straight miniature plastic horse:
Poor men wanna be rich, rich men wanna be kings,
And a king aint satisfied till he rules everything.
I wanna go out tonight, I wanna find out what I got.
Now I believe in the love that you gave me.
I believe in the faith that could save me.
I believe in the hope and I pray that some day it
Will raise me above these

Badlands...

For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside
That it aint no sin to be glad youre alive.
I wanna find one face that aint looking through me
I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these …

Badlands



[note: this post could also be titled "what am i doing? here is another attempt to stop people taking me 'seriously' as a 'young novelist'. i feel paranoia about this, yet i keep doing things like this. i have no idea what i'm doing right now."]

4 comments:

KEN BAUMANN said...

You can't stop the 'serious young novelist'. You can't stop it.

It's alright, though.

sam pink said...

i am confused about what this serious young novelist is trying to do with this piece. i have now dismissed him and will read something else.

apants said...

I find myself worried about the miniature plastic horse during the day sometimes. Most times. I wonder if he is getting enough emails and if he is fulfilled.

Fat Roland said...

Using a similar method, here are altered lyrics to REM's It's The End Of The World:

That's great, it starts with an miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, a miniature plastic horse and miniature plastic horse. Miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse - miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse. Miniature plastic horse, grunt, no, miniature plastic horse, the miniature plastic horse. Miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, and a miniature plastic horse at a miniature plastic horse. Left of miniature plastic horse and coming in a miniature plastic horse with the miniature plastic horse breathing down your neck. Miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse. Look at that miniature plastic horse. Fine, then. Uh oh, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse. World serves its own miniature plastic horse, listen to your miniature plastic horse with the miniature plastic horse and the miniature plastic horse and the miniature plastic horse, right. You miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, miniature plastic horse, feeling pretty, miniature plastic horse.

It's the end of the miniature plastic horse as we know it.
It's the end of the miniature plastic horse as we know it.
It's the end of the miniature plastic horse as we know it and I feel fine.