MasterOfLyrics
06/20/06, 07:46 PM
Tommy's Pizztacular Adventures of a Pizza Planet
Introduction
Tommy was just a kid. A kid in the Big city. His parents didn't love him. Neither did his dog. Tommy was a specimen. A specimen noone appreciated. Tommy loved pizza. Pizza loved Tommy. There was no pizza without Tommy. Tommy was at home wondering about pizza when his friend Steven called. Steven was an ignorant boy. Ignorance with a bit of flash. He liked pizza, but not as much as Tommy. "I'll be there in a second," Steven said gracefully. Steven was coming. Steven was born without ears. Tommy appreciated this characteristic.
Another Day Late, no Conclusion in Sight
Steven didn't come. Tommy waited in vain. He listened to Cartel, one of his favorite musical groups. "Why is Cartel so good, almost as good as pizza?" he wondered to himself. His parents had left him alone all week. They gave him $50 and told him to fend for himself. "Dad, I love you!" Tommy cried as his parents left on their trip to Eurasia. "Shut the fuck up," his father cried back. "All you love is pizza."
Daddy Don't Come Home
"I need a pizza and I need it now!" Tommy yelled. Noone could hear him. He lived in a soundproof room, because his father couldn't stand his crying at night. Tommy wondered to himself. "Where should i eat this cold and lonely day?" He didn't know. He loved all pizza, but most of all he loved pizza crust. Crust is delicious. Crust is the best. Tommy got out of his pizza chair and left his worthless house. He started on his journey. A journey he would never ever forget. Ever.
Down the Street
He walked. He walked for hours. He walked over long and cruel streets, streets of dispair and streets of integrity. The god of Pizza landed on a roof. His name was Thak, the Pizza god. "Your own greed will devour you, just like the pizza that you seek to devour." Tommy didn't believe this. Greed was just a word, and he had no part of it. He continued down the brokenhearted swampland of apathetic fools. Noone was safe down here. Not even Tommy, eater of pizza pie. He continued down his dark lonely, destiny. Leading to only one end.
Parfaits are Not delicious. Pizza is.
There was a pizza store. Tommy found it. His hopes and dreams no longer crushed. His spirit uplifted. "Tate's Pizza. Never heard of that place," Tommy said... It was true he had never heard of it, in the real world. In his dreams he had made trips to Tate's Pizza each and every day. It was a wonderful place filled with wonderful pizza. He walked to the door. He pulled on the door. It was closed. A feeling of deep sorrow engulfed Tommy's state of mind. "NO!" Tommy sat. Tommy sat and cried. Cried for everything he ever could cry for. After several hours of crying, Tommy got up and continued down this Boulevard of Broken Pizzas.
Interludes Usually suck, but this One Doesn't.
TOMMY WILL MAKE IT. DON'T WORRY. HE WON'T GIVE UP. THERE'S SOMETHING IN HIS GUT. TOMMY CAN DO IT. THERE'S SOMETHING IN HIM. SOMETHING HE CAN'T STOP.
Battered Souls, Crushed Imagination
Tommy saddled onto his horse. He rode into the ghost town of nightmares. There was pizza in here somewhere. He could feel it. The pizza grease flowed through his veins. The pepperoni clogged up his arteries. The cheese gave him phlegm. But all these things did not matter. All that mattered was the fluttering taste buds and the super duper stomach crunch. He would find it in this town. Somewhere here there would be a delicious pizza pie. He got the saddle on his horse. His horse, Santiago galloped into the clear blue sky of Pasadena, California.
Fall Out Pizza
Tommy rode down into the valley of pizza making. He climbed over hills and jumped over fences. Nothing could get in his way now. Defeat builds up defence. Defence builds up defeat. He continued through a village of poor people. They tryed to shoot him down with their bow and arrows. They didn't stop him. He was shot in the arm. He pulled out the arrow and threw it at the closest Indian. "Take that!" he cried. "For my pizza and my pizza friends!" He rode on through with a blaze of fury. Nothing stopped him. Nothing could. He clamored out of the village and continued down another hopeless alleyway filled with only the darkest and lonelious of cowards.
Absolute Pizza
Deep into the darkest of places is where Tommy was found. He couldn't stand it, but it had to happen. Things crawled over him and he didn't think he could make it. He tried with all his might. He tried and tried. Finally he burst out of the danky alleyway and arrived on pizza lane. Pizza shops everywhere fluttering for your attention. Tommy enjoyed pizza lane. But he didn't know which pizza to choose from. He racked his brain with thoughts of the tastiest sauces and the crustiest crusts. Where could they be found? At only one place. The Absolute Pizza. He had heard rumors about it, but he had never seen it. Now that he had he decided it was time. Time for yummy.
Cheese is in My Mouth now
Tommy's pride inflamed he rushed to the place where it could be contained. He was here. The place he could only imagine. It existed. Its existential was real. As real as Dominoes or Pizza Hut. He rushed into the Building on his steed. And took a seat. "One extra large Supremo Pizza, please," Tommy said. And Tommy got. After 22 minutes and 39 seconds of painful patience the pizza he could only imagine arrived. He took a slice and took a bite. It was better than life. It was better than death. It was pizza. And he had finally found his home. No more nagging dads. No more lame friends. Only pizza. Pizza he could count on. And every day for the rest of his Life Tommy ate at Absolute Pizza...
The Finale is Here
Until one fateful day sixteen years later. Tommy's father had been looking for him. He tracked him down the only way he knew he could. Bear hunting. After sixteen years of hunting bear he found his son. Eating an extra large Supremo pizza. "Son!" he cried. "Dad? what are you doing here?" Tommy asked. Tommy couldn't believe it. He was home and he wanted no part in his father's life. "Son, Daddy doesn't play those games." His dad took out his silver pistol. He aimed at Tommy's heart. He fired. BANG. And that was the end of dear old Tommy.
Comments, please. It's my first concept album and any critiscm is appreciated.
Introduction
Tommy was just a kid. A kid in the Big city. His parents didn't love him. Neither did his dog. Tommy was a specimen. A specimen noone appreciated. Tommy loved pizza. Pizza loved Tommy. There was no pizza without Tommy. Tommy was at home wondering about pizza when his friend Steven called. Steven was an ignorant boy. Ignorance with a bit of flash. He liked pizza, but not as much as Tommy. "I'll be there in a second," Steven said gracefully. Steven was coming. Steven was born without ears. Tommy appreciated this characteristic.
Another Day Late, no Conclusion in Sight
Steven didn't come. Tommy waited in vain. He listened to Cartel, one of his favorite musical groups. "Why is Cartel so good, almost as good as pizza?" he wondered to himself. His parents had left him alone all week. They gave him $50 and told him to fend for himself. "Dad, I love you!" Tommy cried as his parents left on their trip to Eurasia. "Shut the fuck up," his father cried back. "All you love is pizza."
Daddy Don't Come Home
"I need a pizza and I need it now!" Tommy yelled. Noone could hear him. He lived in a soundproof room, because his father couldn't stand his crying at night. Tommy wondered to himself. "Where should i eat this cold and lonely day?" He didn't know. He loved all pizza, but most of all he loved pizza crust. Crust is delicious. Crust is the best. Tommy got out of his pizza chair and left his worthless house. He started on his journey. A journey he would never ever forget. Ever.
Down the Street
He walked. He walked for hours. He walked over long and cruel streets, streets of dispair and streets of integrity. The god of Pizza landed on a roof. His name was Thak, the Pizza god. "Your own greed will devour you, just like the pizza that you seek to devour." Tommy didn't believe this. Greed was just a word, and he had no part of it. He continued down the brokenhearted swampland of apathetic fools. Noone was safe down here. Not even Tommy, eater of pizza pie. He continued down his dark lonely, destiny. Leading to only one end.
Parfaits are Not delicious. Pizza is.
There was a pizza store. Tommy found it. His hopes and dreams no longer crushed. His spirit uplifted. "Tate's Pizza. Never heard of that place," Tommy said... It was true he had never heard of it, in the real world. In his dreams he had made trips to Tate's Pizza each and every day. It was a wonderful place filled with wonderful pizza. He walked to the door. He pulled on the door. It was closed. A feeling of deep sorrow engulfed Tommy's state of mind. "NO!" Tommy sat. Tommy sat and cried. Cried for everything he ever could cry for. After several hours of crying, Tommy got up and continued down this Boulevard of Broken Pizzas.
Interludes Usually suck, but this One Doesn't.
TOMMY WILL MAKE IT. DON'T WORRY. HE WON'T GIVE UP. THERE'S SOMETHING IN HIS GUT. TOMMY CAN DO IT. THERE'S SOMETHING IN HIM. SOMETHING HE CAN'T STOP.
Battered Souls, Crushed Imagination
Tommy saddled onto his horse. He rode into the ghost town of nightmares. There was pizza in here somewhere. He could feel it. The pizza grease flowed through his veins. The pepperoni clogged up his arteries. The cheese gave him phlegm. But all these things did not matter. All that mattered was the fluttering taste buds and the super duper stomach crunch. He would find it in this town. Somewhere here there would be a delicious pizza pie. He got the saddle on his horse. His horse, Santiago galloped into the clear blue sky of Pasadena, California.
Fall Out Pizza
Tommy rode down into the valley of pizza making. He climbed over hills and jumped over fences. Nothing could get in his way now. Defeat builds up defence. Defence builds up defeat. He continued through a village of poor people. They tryed to shoot him down with their bow and arrows. They didn't stop him. He was shot in the arm. He pulled out the arrow and threw it at the closest Indian. "Take that!" he cried. "For my pizza and my pizza friends!" He rode on through with a blaze of fury. Nothing stopped him. Nothing could. He clamored out of the village and continued down another hopeless alleyway filled with only the darkest and lonelious of cowards.
Absolute Pizza
Deep into the darkest of places is where Tommy was found. He couldn't stand it, but it had to happen. Things crawled over him and he didn't think he could make it. He tried with all his might. He tried and tried. Finally he burst out of the danky alleyway and arrived on pizza lane. Pizza shops everywhere fluttering for your attention. Tommy enjoyed pizza lane. But he didn't know which pizza to choose from. He racked his brain with thoughts of the tastiest sauces and the crustiest crusts. Where could they be found? At only one place. The Absolute Pizza. He had heard rumors about it, but he had never seen it. Now that he had he decided it was time. Time for yummy.
Cheese is in My Mouth now
Tommy's pride inflamed he rushed to the place where it could be contained. He was here. The place he could only imagine. It existed. Its existential was real. As real as Dominoes or Pizza Hut. He rushed into the Building on his steed. And took a seat. "One extra large Supremo Pizza, please," Tommy said. And Tommy got. After 22 minutes and 39 seconds of painful patience the pizza he could only imagine arrived. He took a slice and took a bite. It was better than life. It was better than death. It was pizza. And he had finally found his home. No more nagging dads. No more lame friends. Only pizza. Pizza he could count on. And every day for the rest of his Life Tommy ate at Absolute Pizza...
The Finale is Here
Until one fateful day sixteen years later. Tommy's father had been looking for him. He tracked him down the only way he knew he could. Bear hunting. After sixteen years of hunting bear he found his son. Eating an extra large Supremo pizza. "Son!" he cried. "Dad? what are you doing here?" Tommy asked. Tommy couldn't believe it. He was home and he wanted no part in his father's life. "Son, Daddy doesn't play those games." His dad took out his silver pistol. He aimed at Tommy's heart. He fired. BANG. And that was the end of dear old Tommy.
Comments, please. It's my first concept album and any critiscm is appreciated.