Thanks, Paul…

Thanks to a coversation that I had with Paul early Tuesday evening, I spent the better part of Tuesday night working on these possible character-theme-song lyrics for LOTR.  They are still a bit rough around the edges, but I think that you’ll find them interesting, nonetheless.  (At least, I hope so.)  Enjoy!

Legolas
(to the tune of “Barbie World”) – “I’m an elven lord, in an elven world.  Life undying, so satisfying.  We’re the fairest race, for proof just see my face.  Our race won’t fail, instead we’ll sail.”

Aragorn
(to the tune of “I Got Rhythm”) – “I got stubble, I got big sword, I got elf babe – who could ask for anything more?”

Frodo
(to the tune of “That Old Black Magic”) – “The Dark Lord Sauron has me in his spell, with that ruling ring that he forged so well.  Mordor language running through my mind, that same compulsion when the Eye meets mine.”
(to the tune of “I’m Into Something Good”) – “Put on the ring and was feeling fine, then a threat grew in my mind, I saw an eye that was wreathed in fire.  Something tells me I’m into something dire…”

Sauron
(to the tune of “What a Wonderful World”) – “I see skies of ash, and mounts of fire, I see orcs running free, and a mill in the Shire.  And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.”

(to the tune of “Whatever Lola Wants”) – “Whatever Sauron wants…Sauron gets… and dear hobbit, Sauron wants the ring.  Make up your mind to have… no mind left… be-ring yourself, resign yourself, you’re through.”

Saruman
(to the tune of “Puttin’ On the Ritz”) – “You’re confused and you don’t know where to turn to? Why don’t you see the guy who’s swank – at the tower of Orthanc.  Saruman will tell you what’s going on and give you advice that’s really rank – like the tower of Orthanc.  Dressed up like a toilet-papered tree-ee.  Trying to conceal his evil glee-ee.  He will let you look into the palantir and then he’ll ask you to be frank – and lock you up atop Orthanc.” 

Gollum
(to the tune of “You’ve Really Got a Hold on Me”) – “We don’t likes it, but we loves it – seems that we’re always thinking of it.  Precious treats us badly but we needs it madly – it’s really got a hold on us.”

All the good guys
(to the tune of “Shambala”) – “Burn away our troubles, melt away our bane, in the fires of Mount Doom.  Take the One Ring there, though you may despair, and destroy it in Mount Doom.”