(Because, many historical anachronisms notwithstanding, I like to believe that Marie and Pierre Curie celebrated their Nobel Prize in Physics with a Donna Summer dance party. And yes, I know the prize wasn't technically for making radium, but more for the discovery of and work with radiation and that the Radium Girls weren't happening around that time. Don't think I don't care and obsess over scientific accuracy; I do, but sometimes a little bit of inaccuracy fits the song better.)
Someone won the Nobel Prize for making radium
And they'll get a medal made of gold
They must have overlooked my contributions and experiments
They said the laureates
were Pierre and Becquerel
Whoa You were mad, complained to them, and so they added me
Now I'll get a Nobel medal too
We can't go there in person; we're too busy working here in Pare-ee
But they're celebrating us, in Sweden for
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa oh oh oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
Now, now
Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our work
is being used to make all the watch faces glow
The girls who paint them ingest the radium, and they get sick
It causes pain and anemia, death and woe
Whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
And it made me feel proud when I heard you say
You couldn't find the elements by yourself
And now in my heart I know radiation's making me sick
But they're celebrating us, in Sweden for
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa oh oh
making Radium
If you think that love can't be found making radium
Well come right in you may find an isotope
'Cause now I'm sitting here with my daughter and her Nobel Prize
They're celebrating us, in Sweden for
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa, oh, oh
making Radium
Whoa oh oh
making Radium
Turning the best songs* into parodies of the things that make my geeky heart sing. I claim no ownership of the original lyrics or any show / movie I parody. *("best songs" are a matter of taste, of which I have none)
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Last Sunday Night (Last Friday Night - Katy Perry)
(spoilers for The Walking Dead season 6 finale.)
90 minute Walking Dead
Lucille bashing in a head
Blood is all over the lens
Many people think it's Glenn's
Eeny Meeny Moe
This is such a violent show
Family lined up on their knees
This finale didn't please
Pictures of last week analyzed online to death
Oh well
It's a cliffhanger and it made me hold my breath
Damn
Last Sunday night
Carol's injured like we thought
Morgan finally took some shots
Watched his pretty pony trot
Last Sunday night
Yeah they tried a lot of roads
And their confidence erodes
During this whole episode
Last Sunday night
One of their skulls has been marked
Monologuing in the dark
Kind of loving Negan's snark
Last Sunday night
Yeah I think he broke a skull
But at least it wasn't dull-ull
ooh-ohh
This Sunday night
Fear The Walking Dead
This Sunday night
Fear The Walking Dead
Can't wait for the big reveal
Have to know who met Lucille
Point of view from in the truck
Enid's in a closet, stuck
Eugene got captured again
Father Gabe's a trusted friend?
Walkers chained up in a row
Maggie's sick; we got to go
(repeat ad infinitum)
90 minute Walking Dead
Lucille bashing in a head
Blood is all over the lens
Many people think it's Glenn's
Eeny Meeny Moe
This is such a violent show
Family lined up on their knees
This finale didn't please
Pictures of last week analyzed online to death
Oh well
It's a cliffhanger and it made me hold my breath
Damn
Last Sunday night
Carol's injured like we thought
Morgan finally took some shots
Watched his pretty pony trot
Last Sunday night
Yeah they tried a lot of roads
And their confidence erodes
During this whole episode
Last Sunday night
One of their skulls has been marked
Monologuing in the dark
Kind of loving Negan's snark
Last Sunday night
Yeah I think he broke a skull
But at least it wasn't dull-ull
ooh-ohh
This Sunday night
Fear The Walking Dead
This Sunday night
Fear The Walking Dead
Can't wait for the big reveal
Have to know who met Lucille
Point of view from in the truck
Enid's in a closet, stuck
Eugene got captured again
Father Gabe's a trusted friend?
Walkers chained up in a row
Maggie's sick; we got to go
(repeat ad infinitum)
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