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Rontox
post Mar 25 2009, 09:47 AM
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Does anyone have Microphone Fiend and Beautiful World from the Japanese version of the CD? I can't find them anywhere, and I don't really want to spend £50 on a import for two songs.
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post Mar 25 2009, 06:12 PM
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QUOTE (Rontox @ Mar 25 2009, 10:47 AM) *
Does anyone have Microphone Fiend and Beautiful World from the Japanese version of the CD? I can't find them anywhere, and I don't really want to spend £50 on a import for two songs.

You can find beautiful world one on youtube, thats were i downloaded it from
but im almost positive someone on this network has it wink.gif


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Rontox
post Mar 26 2009, 10:19 AM
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I found Beautiful World. What about Microphone Fiend?

Thanks anyways.
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post Mar 30 2009, 09:41 AM
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yea not hard at all....youtube
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post Nov 8 2009, 11:45 PM
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Hey, ‘Bones,’ ” my brother, Parker, asked me, "what are you going to be for Halloween?" The elementary school party started

at 7:00 PM. The winner of the prize for the most original costume got two free tickets for the Sunday matinee. Parker was

dressed and ready to go. I watched him parade in front of the mirror in his pirate costume. He's so handsome, I thought. All

the girls in the fifth and sixth grades were madly in love with him. I'd spent the afternoon defending myself from his rubber

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" I'm not going!" I replied.

" Why not?"

" No costume."

"That's dumb," he said. "You hardly need a costume. You're already a perfect scarecrow!" I was used to these observations.

Furthermore, he spoke the truth. At twelve, I was already six feet tall and weighed eighty-nine pounds. Tack on red hair and

freckles and it added up to one thing: I was a scarecrow.

School days were charged with searing taunts. "Down in front." "How's the weather up there?" "Are those skis or shoes?" It was

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I tried plastering my hair down flat on the top of my head and prying the heels off my shoes. I took scalding hot baths, hoping

I'd shrink. In bed at night, I put my feet against the footboard, hands against the headboard and pushed, hoping to press

myself back together. Nothing worked. So I saved nickels and dimes in a cider jug to pay the future surgeon who would find fame

in Ripley's Believe It or Not by cutting six inches of bone from the legs of the tallest girl in the world and making her the

same height as everybody else.

"When I grow up," I told Parker, as he brandished his cutlass in front of the mirror, "I'm going to live on an island where

there's no one to stare." My brother raised his eye patch and looked at me hard.

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"Sounds awful," he said, and left for the party.

Alone, I listened to the cheerless night and pictured the costumes my classmates had bought. I had tried on a few, too, but

nothing fit. I could picture my classmates in their costumes, having a wonderful time. As I wandered about the house, I

remembered happier days-before Mommy and Daddy were separated. When Daddy lived with us, he always made me feel loved and

wanted. Seeing him now for short visits wasn't the same. The more I brooded, the more my self-pity grew.

Then I spotted a broomstick standing in the kitchen corner. Maybe I could make a costume, I thought. Outside, a sheet and

pillowcase billowed on the clothesline. I could be a witch or a ghost. Then my gaze fell on the back of the cellar door. My

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"I could be a hobo," I murmured as I buried my face in the dusty clothes. But Parker's taunt kept coming back at me. "You're a

scarecrow." As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Well then, a scarecrow was what I'd be. The closer I got to the

school, the louder the cheers and clapping became, and the more my fears grew. What if they laughed at me? Worse still, what if

they didn't do anything? Hiding behind the tool shed next to the gym, I pulled everything out of the pillowcase and started to

dress. Because I was so tall, I could peek through the high window and see everybody taking turns on the stage in quest of the

coveted prize. Ghosts, princesses, monsters, cowboys, soldiers and brides-they were all there, clad in store-bought costumes,

fragile dreams for one night. My teeth were chattering. Would they clap for me? Would they whistle and cheer? My stomach ached

from anticipation.

I'll run home! I decided. No one would know I had been there. But Parker came on stage and glanced at the window. It was too

late. He had seen me. If I left now, he'd call me chicken. I watched him bow to the audience and listened to the squeals from

the girls as he leaped on chairs and tables and parried with his sword. Next, a small gorilla climbed on top of a ladder and

ate a banana. Lincoln gave a brief address. Cleopatra danced with a rubber snake in her hands, and a soldier marched and

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Maneuvering carefully through the entrance, I went in, held my breath and prayed, Please, God, don't let me make a fool of

myself. The applause was so loud for the King of the jungle when he gave his call and swung on a curtain rope that no one

seemed to notice me walk slowly to the center of the stage. A pillowcase covered my head. With arms outstretched and hands

clutching the broomstick inserted through the sleeves of an old plaid shirt, I wore a felt hat and faded overalls stuffed with

straw. The room was suddenly still.

Nobody clapped. Nobody cheered. The only sound I heard was the hammering of my own heart. I'm going to die, I thought, right

here in front of everybody. The world was tilting, and my ears were ringing when the hood slid down my nose, just enough so I

could peer through the eyeholes. And that's when I saw my classmates for the first time, as they really were. Petite blonde

fairies with golden wands-and steel braces on their teeth. A baseball hero with a bat and mitt-and bottle-thick eyeglasses. A

boxer with fighting gloves-sitting in a wheelchair. Someone asked, "Hey, who is that?" "Parker's sister!" They looked at one

another, surprise brightening their faces. Clapping and cheering filled the room.



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