It’s 5 o’clock... (UC, Adult/Slash, 1/1) [COMPLETE]

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It’s 5 o’clock... (UC, Adult/Slash, 1/1) [COMPLETE]

Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Tue Apr 18, 2006 6:34 pm

Title: It’s 5 o’clock in Roswellian World

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Rating: Adult / Slash

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended. This includes the songs from which the parody is made off of.

Summary: Parody on the following songs
Banana Republic by Jimmy Buffett
Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett
It's Five O'clock Somewhere by Alan Jackson & Jimmy Buffett

Only one part folks so sing along
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It’s 5 o’clock in Roswellian World


Going down to Roswellian World
Got to find a site, another Banana Republic
Got to read some fan fiction
Hoping to read some porn, oops some stories

Some of them go for CC
Called by the lure of soul mate destiny
Trying to find true romance
From the mess that was called the Pilot

Some of them are UC lovers
Daring to tread where none may go
Some are running from polar to slash
Some are running from the die hard bash

And late at night you find them online
In chat rooms far and wide
On sites that claim to have it all
Writing the words while the stars dance over their heads

Spending hours online in html
On a bottle of aspirin & a cherry coke
Writing, the words, change characters to fit the mood
A melody that rhymes or sucks a time or two

First you learn the rules of the board
Soon a word of Roswellian or two
You wear a false mask to protect yourself
For none can trust anyone online anymore

Expatriated Roswellians they feel so alone
Telling themselves the same lies, the story was mine
They want to come back to their home
Down to the Roswellian World, take care
Where dreams are made and dreams are crushed


_____________________

Sipping on my Alien Blast
Watching the sun set in Roswellian World
All of the words are covered in ink
Keyboard sticks, pm’s do blink
Kicked back in the chair
Smelling the frijoles frittata a baking away

Wasting away in the Roswellian World
Searching for the lost fan fiction stories of old
Died hard fans claim it is Tess to blame
But I know it is the FBI’s fault

Never knew the reason
It is all in the three seasons
Nothing to show but all the plot holes
It is a real shame
Hot bods and music
How it got axed, I haven’t a clue

Wasting away in the Roswellian World again
Searching for the lost fan fiction stories of new
Died hard fans claim that Tess is to blame
Hell now I think it could be Nasedo’s fault too

I blew my monitor out
Stepped on the mouse
Threw the coke at the screen
There is conflict in Roswellian World
Factions exist, anger is on the rise
Hang in there, frozen refreshment on the way

Wasting away in the Roswellian World again
Searching for the lost fan fiction stories of repost
Died hard fans claim that Tess is to blame
Damn I know now it is Kivar’s fault

Died hard fans claim that Tess is to blame
Damn I know now it is Kivar’s fault
Wasting away in the Roswellian World


_____________________


The heat is on and fan fiction is movin slow
And so am I
The writing just sits staring like a dead fish
No internal bliss

I not getting paid and this is getting old
The feedback sucks, no one cares
I like to call them all something
Instead I will call it a day

Time to pour me something tall and cool
Make it an ice tea oh hell make it a brew
It is only half past the second page
I don’t care now who fucks who

It is time for lunch, make it a liquid one
This may take half the night
Tomorrow hell I am going to pay
Nasty feedback and pm’s but that is all right

I ain’t had a day off for quite a while
Updates are needed, fans go wild
Gotta chat
Email and pm all the while

Time to pour me something tall and cool
Make it an ice tea oh hell make it a whiskey
It is only half past the second page
I don’t care now who fucks who

I could polish off my plot
Write myself into a stew
Make to page 22

I am low enough?
Can’t help but wonder
What would Max and Michael do?

Michael
Funny you should ask
Me and Max want to mix it up
But Maria and Liz drive us insane
Chopping on our butts

Max and Michael together
Time to pour us something tall and cool
Make it an ice tea oh hell make it a Tequila
It is only half past the second page
We don’t care now who fucks who

Max
He don't care... I don't care
We don’t care now who fucks who

Michael
What time zone is it there?
What country are you in?

Max
Who the hell are you talking to?

Michael
The fans out there, those reading us

Max
You are crazy

Michael
I heard that

Max
You are talking to the air

Michael
I have seen you checking out those words

Max
Okay I have been in the Roswellian World a few times

Michael
See I knew it.

Max
Got to make sure they get my eye color right

Michael
Well where is this little paraody gonna get put… CC, UC, AU, UA, XO, ABC, XYZ, where oh where does this go

Max
Hell if I know

Michael
I can solve this problem, let’s go fuck and make this slash

Max
Sounds good

Michael
Let's get out of here

Max
I'm gone

Michael
Yeah to my bed…

OMG
It’s 5 o’clock
Last edited by suicide_eagle_rath on Tue Apr 25, 2006 6:56 pm, edited 2 times in total.

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Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Fri Apr 21, 2006 2:08 pm

Thanks so much for the comments Gnrkrystle Magikhands … it means a lot from your two
Scottie wrote:look a bit of a light blue in that picture, and he looks gorgeous with light eyes. So that'd work too!
Speaking of eyes ….. off on another tangent quick before the men in the white coats find me … sing along

“Jeeper’s Creepers Max’s Peepers”
Jeepers, creepers....what color are those peepers
Jeepers, creepers...Max where did you get amorous eyes

Gosh oh, new pics taken....how'd they get so light
Gosh oh, gee oh close-ups....how'd they get that color

Golly gee whiz thesaurus... honey, amber, caramel, whiskey
Woe is to me...fan fiction is hard to please

Jeepers, creepers.... what color are lustful peepers
Jeepers, creepers...Max where did you get wistful eyes

Jeepers, creepers....what color are those enticing peepers
Oh, those weepers....soulful filled eyes
Max where did ya get those colorful peepers
Colored lenses, airbrush, come what’s the technique
Where did ya get them there “blue” eyes
Blue !!!! … golly gee whiz gotta me new peepers
Golly gee whiz gotta get me Max’s eyes

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Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Tue Apr 25, 2006 6:53 pm

Well it is official I have totally lost … all I can do is plead insanity using medical grounds stemming from an inflicted condition called “enigma aftermath shock”

Since I have already eluded the men in the white coats, twice, I am going for a third attempt … So I am calling this thread complete and instead

Coming Soon: Roswellian Sing A- Long

Opening: Friday Night: Your Place: Your Time

That is right folks, songs and more songs: a place where you too can follow the bouncing ball and sing with the words. Pre-warned this is a bring your own bottle party event … the words sound better if you are a little sloshed

…. It’s 5:00 in Roswellian world... time to close up shop… thanks for all the support and feedback… you guys are the greatest

See you Friday

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