I See You . . .

 MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAUNTED BY GHOSTS IN THE STUDIO

Goth rockers MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE recorded their new album in a haunted studio. Creepy spirits were so present at times as the group recorded THE BLACK PARADE at Los Angeles' famous Paramour Estate that singer GERARD WAY was almost strangled by one spectre when he fell asleep one night. Guitarist FRANK IERO recalls, "He felt this pressure on his neck, and he woke up and couldn't breathe and there was something inside my wall making crazy noises. "Doors would suddenly open and slam shut. It was pretty scary, and that's why some of the stuff on the new record is very dark."
29/09/2006 19:52

 

I just wanna say that I love all my friends here on Buzznet.  I like all the responses I get weither it’s on pictures or journals, or just note dropping and messages sending.  I like to make my page fun and I want people to enjoy themselves when they come here.  Now, it just so happens that one of the things that make me happy is a mine and Kenneth’s favorite book, Three Nasty Gnarlies.  I took the time to type it up so anyone can read it in this Journal.  Plus, I think it has a pretty awesome message.  One that, even now, I’ve learned from.  Enjoy!  And remember: “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.”

 

Three Nasty Gnarlies

Featuring Snooty Judy Butterfly

By Keith Graves

 

Three Nasty Gnarlies

Perched atop a clump

Practicing a gnarly tune

Heard throughout the dump.

 

Grubby Gurgle sang soprano,

Stanky Stoo sang bass,

Oooga-Mooga stomped her feet

And yodeled just in case.

 

“Oh, we are Nasty Gnarlies,

We like to make a mess.

Getty stuck in yucky muck

Is what we like the best?”

 

“We’re fabulously smelly.

Like pungent potpourri

What could be more beautiful

Thank nasty gnarly we?”

 

But Snooty Judy Butterfly

Heard their happy song.

“Did someone mention beauty?”

She sniffed. “You’ve got it wrong!”

 

“You Gnarlies are not beautiful.

You exude a rank bouquet.

You’re untidy, and your style

Is oh so tres passé!”

 

“You mean I’m stinky?” Stanky gasped.

“I never would have guessed!”

“I’m not gorgeous?” Grubby cried.

“I’m a lumpy, frumpy mess?”

 

Ooga-Mooga drooled and sobbed,

And chewed her favorite shoe.

The Nasty Gnarlies begged for help.

“Whatever can we do?”

 

“Oh, pooh! I’ve hurt your feelings.

But things are not so bleak.

You simply need to spiffy up!

I’ll show you my technique.

 

“Though I am now exquisite,

PERFECT, I confess.

One I was a muddy worm,

A peasant bug no less.”

 

How’d you change?

Was it face cream?

Did you get a perm?

Did you use some special grease to wash off all the germs?

 

“No. No. It was quite easy.

I wrapped myself in silk.

When springtime came, I flew away -

My body was rebuilt.”

 

So Snooty Judy said goodbye

To the grateful grungy three.

The each one said, “It worked for HER -

But will it work for ME?”

 

They wrapped themselves in bits of junk

And dangled from the trees.

They slept and dreamt of butterflies

Floating in the breeze.

 

Then one day in early May,

Gurgle wriggled free.

Next came Stoo,

Then Ooga-Mooga fell out of the tree.

 

“Oh, look at us! We’re butterflies!

So dainty and petite.”

They flapped their arms and tried to fly,

Then plopped down in a heap.

 

“Something’s wrong,” said Stanky Stoo

With sorrow in his eyes.

“The beauty treatment failed

To make us metamorphosis!

“We don’t look like Judy!”

The grimy trio shrieked.

“There’s no beauty in our bodies -

No suave on our physiques!”

 

Then Ooga-Mooga had a thought.

“Could Judy have it wrong?”

“Our beauty IS our gnarliness.

We were pretty all along!”

 

“I like that though,” said Grubby.

“Our funk is quite divine!

I don’t want to be a butterfly,

I’d rather bathe in slime!”

 

“I gotta be ME!” sang Stanky,

“My gnarly fumes are strong!

We’re nastier than ever now.

Let’s sing our favorite song!”

 

“Oh, we are Nasty Gnarlies.

We’re dirty and we reek.

We’re gloopy-gloppy-glamorous.

We’re positively chic.

Grubby, Stanky, Ooga-Mooga,

Rolling in stromboli,

Rocka, rumba, floobie flow,

Nocka wocka moly,”

 

And though the Nasty Gnarlies

Are Nasty Gnarlies still,

They see themselves as beautiful

As summer daffodils.

 

Now, if you want, let me know what you think.

xoxo,

Millie Ann