Musical Parody

Credit for this idea goes to Emii. Post your parodies, preferably in the format: [Your title] - [Original title] [Original artist] No title? Just leave it blank, or ask others for ideas! Eg: [] - [Bohemian Rhapsody] [Queen]

This one is about the second quest. Based on Take On Me by A-ha. Lyrics and video Maeve McEvoy Her guides: a girl and two boys The Helmet's not a toy It's what you wear on your head to blind you Quest underway But it won't last very long if they Take one thing Take just one They'll be gone In a room or two So, into a bind But they can spell Sesame. Soon they will find "Slowly" won't do when chambers are mined Say after me "Don't forget that we'll be safe unless we Take one thing Take just one We'll be gone In Episode Two" Oh the team didn't last Although they got all three riddles from Granitas They then met Lillith that cold September Bad is her hair day And a bad one for them, because they Took the soap Left the comb They went home In a day

A tribute to David "Jock" Campbell, Knightmare's first dungeoneer. Based on Candle in the Wind by Elton John. Lyrics, Video. Goodbye, David C Though I never knew you at all You were the first to wear the Helm To walk the hallowed halls You brought your friends from Cranfield They gave guidance into your brain You went into the Dungeon And you stayed to play the game And it seems to me you lost your quest By the lamp you left behind Never knowing what to hold up When the dark set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid The Campbell burned out long before Your legend ever did OPEN first was tough The portcullis took time to raise Olgarth you gave two right answers to And short was the trail you blazed Even when you died Oh you lived on in our time David, James and Lucian Walked away with you as Treguard said bye And it seems to me you lost your quest By the lamp you left behind Never knowing what to hold up When the dark set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid The Campbell burned out long before Your legend ever did Goodbye, David C Though I never knew you at all You were the first to tread the path That Monday afternoon Goodbye, David C From the young fan with same first name as you Who thanks you for being first on Knightmare More than just another TV show And it seems to me you lost your quest By the lamp you left behind Never knowing what to hold up When the dark set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid The Campbell burned out long before Your legend ever did

Based on Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears For Fears. Video, lyrics Welcome to the game There's no turning back Millions know our names Will they see us Venture forth and be successful Or lose heart when it gets stressful? Everybody wants to win the quest David Rowe's designs Feed our own Life Force So far, cause for pride Hope we'll make the Most of what we find in clue rooms 'Gainst old fears and casts of new gloom Everybody wants to win the quest There's no room where the plight won't find you Blow the horn and the walls come tumbling down When you do we'll be right behind you So glad we've almost made it So hope we're not ill-fated Everybody wants to win the quest We must move past indecision Carried by a lack of vision Everybody wants to win the quest Say that we'll never never never never lose it That left door: should we choose it? Everybody wants to win the quest

Based on Broken Land by The Adventures. Lyrics, official audio Through Level One he'd creep With schemes for quests and teams that lay ahead His mind would roll and leap His IQ lower than a loaf of bread Where did he get those ugly rags? And does he get rope burn? Although his warts were charmed by hags His grime is wide-ranging Show me some grub for knapsack of leather Help me find a password to clear the way Come to me, foe who thinks he's clever Yes there he stands: I see a bloke called Hands This guy was born to fail That's why Romanha trapped seems so absurd His mishaps make fine tales About Barry, Matt and others you have heard These are the games we watched at school Us fans raised on Knightmare And though Sylvester was a fool His crimes were amazing...

I've beem meaning to parody a Depeche Mode song to Knightmare for ages.... thankfully last night I managed to crack it. Original lyrics and video Reach out and then press Your own personal reach wand Something to aid your quest, something that's best Your own personal reach wand Something against Lord Fear, something that's here Opening doors blocked by a rune code Direct, aim, fire to unload Feel the magic power, the wand's finest hour Key to unlock, dowsing stick's your rock Maldame talks, opposition don't mock It will endeavour to always fail you never Reach out and then press Reach out and then press Your own personal reach wand Something to aid your quest, something that's best Your own personal reach wand Something against Lord Fear, something that's here Opening doors blocked by a rune code Direct, aim, fire to unload Feel the magic power, the wand's finest hour 6-4-2-1-3-5 Portal then comes alive Reach out and then press Your own personal reach wand Reach out and then press Reach out and then press Reach out and then press Reach out Reach out Reach out and then press Reach out and then press

Didn't know Dunshelm was in Northumbria. Well, that's my weekend sorted.

Based on the Pet Shop Boys' 1990 hit Being Boring. {Video} (contains tasteful undress), {lyrics}. I came across Akash's old photo And information on teenage quartets Cavernwights would cause consternation For Hugo Myatt, a Dungeon Master In the Knightmare Dungeon When you're young you find inspiration In anyone who's ever gone And opened up a crying door We watched and were never feeling bored 'Cause they were always fleeing flooring They had little time to know right from left And they were always fleeing flooring They dressed up in helms, then took on the quest And they were never turning back, just worried that Time would come to an end When they went, in front of the nation with a knapsack and some trepidation I would say, "If you're not careful You'll have nothing left to pass the first level" In the 1980s But I sat back, and they walked forward The tape was in, I'd pressed record They faltered through a corridor And I would often find myself feeling awed 'Cause they were always fleeing flooring They had little time to know right from left And they were always fleeing flooring They dressed up in helms, then took on the quest And they were never turning back, just worried that Time would come to an end They were always hoping that, looking back You could always rely on a friend Now I sit with older faces With internet and shoes with laces All the teams that I was viewing Wonder how they've all been doing Since the 1990s I never dreamt that I would get to know so many that did not forget the show But I knew, in spite of dreams You'd be sitting somewhere watching teams 'Cause they were always fleeing flooring They had little time to know right from left And they were always fleeing flooring They dressed up in helms, then took on the quest And they were never turning back, just worried that Time would come to an end They were always hoping that, looking back you could always rely on a friend And they were always fleeing flooring Maybe they would end up gored And they were always fleeing flooring Maybe they would gain reward

LOL!

{Music video} Dedicated to Rhianna, who I know appreciates A-ha/Knightmare cross-referencing. It's a parody of their song Train of Thought. He likes to have some coffee and a pipe to light Soon the kids, they're in charge Forwards onwards left and right He puts a pile of logs into the fireplace Disappears into his costume It's another working day And his halls are full of dangers Corridors of blades and spears And the tensions are not easing Here more lurks than first appears Oh, Treguard's face they carry with them He does a lot of reading in the makeup chair All those scenarios he must learn while they do his hair On set an elf awaits him, dressed like a legume Thinking, out there is a blue screen But there never was a room And his words are "Enter, stranger" And their eyes too bright to see That nothing Hugo knows of And nowhere Hugo's been Was ever quite like this And his halls are full of dangers Corridors of blades and spears And the tensions are not easing Here more lurks than first appears Oh, Treguard's face they carry with them And at heart he's full of Knightmare Lodging on his Treguard thoughts Treguard thoughts Lodging on his Treguard thoughts

Bwahahahaha! So true, and set to one of my favourite songs. Nicely done!

One of my favourite comedy posts on the forum is a Monty Python/Knightmare crossover. And here's another one, based on their song Always Look on the Bright Side of Life from their film Life of Brian. Sing-along of original song here (contains a swear word) Some Knightmare teams are bold They don't seem to feel the cold Other teams are tentative and shy But when they're dungeoneering There's one they should all be fearing Because he makes you think you're going to die... so... Always look upon Mogdred and quail Whether questing for sword or shield or the Grail You may be Mark or Helen You're going down a well an' Somebody nasty's waiting down below He wants to see you stumble Expects you to be humble So proper palpitations you must show, and Always look upon Mogdred and quail While you're trying to dispel SHROUD on a vale If you need to have a wee, go While Merlin's alter ego Takes all your hopes and grinds them in to dust Don't be circumspect Show him some respect Let him know you're terrified: you must, and Always look upon Mogdred and quail As he tells you you're in his personal jail Mogga didn't last They had a change of cast But still his laughter echoes down the years You're only safe in bed 'Til he pops in your head He's so good at being bad - embrace your fears and... Always look upon Mogdred and quail If you're falling then please remember to flail Always look upon Mogdred and quail Helps you keep perspective when you're impaled Always look upon Mogdred and quail He's the Wicked Witch, you're Dorothy Gale Always look upon Mogdred and quail For cavernwights his evil laughs are in braille, and Always look upon Mogdred and quail!

If dungeeoners took after Elton John's Rocket Man. Music video I wore my knapsack right Quite tight Zero hour: twenty to five Will I meet with a caaat-acombite and thrive? I miss my family, I miss my dog It's lonely in this hat Here comes the time out bell And I hope it's going to be a longish time 'Til Treguard sends me home again to find I'm not the kid they thought I was at school Oh now I'm cool 'Cause I'm a dungeoneer Dungeoneer Got no proper loos, can't find a phone [x 2] Winteria's no place to send a kid In fact it's cold as hell But you get a cloak to have on if you're there And chromakey I don't understand It's just my world one day a week Dungeoneer Dungeoneer

I've just been digging around old threads and found this. I LOVE IT!

Because I like to so something Knightmare-based with Nik Kershaw lyrics every nine years or so. Lyrics, official audio of his song Wide Boy. [1987] His name is Richard He isn't aimless No he made Level Three 'Tis rife with bones, and looks parky He's through, he's got clues But does he know what is after him? It's got his scent, it won't take money 'Cause it's hell-bent on having cavernwight success It seeks by scent, it seeks by scent It's a big deal, it is a wight, boy Could be its meal 'cause it's a bored and hairy guy So flee or die So flee or die [1989] His name is Leo He made the chamber with the big smelly cart He needs somebody to push it So jester meets quest- -er: does he know any decent jokes? He makes a mess of his bad money You get the sense that Motley's not all that impressed But nonetheless, at his behest... On four big wheels you got a ride, boy Hold in your meals 'cause it's no ordinary ride Right down the track No turning back [1994] With their crematory breath and their scaly scarlet maw They're here to tell you that you won't be eaten raw You just got fried, boy Fried, boy

Thank you! Considering I spent about two hours recording it and then spent the rest of the night editing it, I think it came out well(ish).

It's nowhere near Christmas but I can't help but read this again.

Based on this song by The Alan Parsons Project. -- The dungeoneer must walk onward and down He never is allowed to turn around And if the path he's chosen isn't leading anywhere His team will be completely unaware The dungeoneer's a long way from his home In danger of a kind he's never known Where every sidestep seems to be a pace towards defeat There's always one more monster left to beat Days are numbered Watch those saws He can only see blue floor Some say... you won't get too far Remember Days are numbered Count those floors He should only go down four Wrong way... you won't get too far The dungeoneer obeys the warning cry He doesn't know what all the others spy But someone screaming in his ear keeps telling him to run He isn't told the reason, but it's done The dungeoneer is gladly facing doom He cannot have adventures in his room Abandoning reality, unsure of what he'll find The dungeoneer in me is close behind Days are numbered Watch those saws He can only see blue floor Some say... you won't get too far Remember Days are numbered Count those floors He should only go down four Wrong way... you won't get too far Remember Days are numbered Watch those saws He can only see blue floor Some say... you won't get too far

A song about wall monsters, and a couple of Series 2 teams who failed to earn their useful hints. Again it's not great but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Original song & lyrics here. Not the brightest spark Just a hapless fool There was so much on offer Why did you offer the jewel? It was there for the taking What you needed to use But you replied with rubbish When he demanded the truth *Cool down monster, cool off Cool down monster, cool off You speak of times and legends I need some direction I would be leaving, if I was able But I'm waiting on the clues from your table* You were pretty bad at riddles It was one out of three Then your fate was sealed by illiteracy For a jar with no sweets You gave as your toll And you broke every bone When you fell in that hole *You speak of times and legends But I need some direction I would be leaving, if I was able But I'm waiting on the clues from your table What you know should not decide Whether you live or whether you die Three truths you sought One is all you got Victory passes by And you speak of times and legends But I need some direction I would be leaving, if I was able I'm waiting on the clues from your table... hey!*

That's brilliant, I laughed so hard at the insults verse! Thanks for a delightful Christmassy offering!