Margi Gets A New Design
 

We see no change in sight
Stevie wore her ratty dress last night
She wears it up on stage
She's done it a thousand times

When Stevie dresses herself in the darkness
It doesn't bode well in the light
Mistakes of fashion that start out with Margi
Usually don't make Stevie look alright

I know you all agree
(We've written these parodies before)
I know you all agree

I know she's pretty
Last night she didn't look pretty
She just looked matronly
What can I say?
You couldn't have loved it
I didn't love it
Not any of the time
Anywhere it can...
Anytime it can...
Get thrown away,
Get thrown away

Maybe it's just something else
That she can't tell us
Maybe it's in the way that she
Hobbles up onstage
(Oh no, it's just her hip)
It's not like that damn dress
Has everlasting threads
Well, we'll always know when it's back again
My friend

(repeat chorus)

Oooh, we see no change in sight
Watching her dress the same every time
She gets up on that stage wearing it
She's done it a thousand times
When Stevie dresses herself in the darkness
It doesn't bode well in the light
Affairs of bad fashion sense start out with the hot flashes
Or it may just be her crappy eyesight
When everyone sees it,
Plastered on her body
She rarely gives it much thought
She spends every day
Waiting for the day
When MARGI GETS A NEW DESIGN!

DON'T YOU KNOW?!
DON'T YOU KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW?!

LMAO ROTFF!!!! :eek: :eek: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

LMFAO that was good! :laugh: In all honesty, you do bring up an excellent point though... that was supposedly a NEW design??? :confused: :confused: :confused: It reminds me of the Brady Bunch movie, when Mike is trying to make a new design, and he comes up with a gas station and a grocery store that are identical in design to his house, which was the only design he'd ever made. I swear this Margi has the Mike Brady syndrome!

That would certainly explain why she's never had a runway show! :laugh:

SWEATERED ANGEL

I was born to design her
So I know how to dress her
Well, look up, dress by Margi Kent
But it's black as night, no stars

Well, this is the first thing that I've knitted
Since I came up with that Stand Back cape
And then her weight came down
We thought it would make for some great hemming
Stevie was free to show some leg
But then something happened...with the IRS
Something broke the bank...of her wardrobe

Well, I live to sew...the same black sweater
In the shape that flatters her form least
On the hips that Lindsey B. calls...Paradise Valley
Well, black has always been her sanctuary
I'd leave new shawls for her, too
There on the other side of the stage
By her duster
But she's stuck in cardigan
No new looks, not new laces for you

So where is their icon
Where has she gone
Why all the buttons
They're really no fun
Where is their Stevie
Where has she gone
What is it that's fashion here
Is it real, this bore
This can't be hip slimming

Oooh I need to free you from your Miss Mary Mac wardrobe
And you should know
How much crowds want to
Burn sweater they jeer

Operation Sweatered Angel
In waiting...
Operation Dowdy Form
Operation Sweatered Angel

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Worn-out, says the garment that I wear
A reflection of an Italian widow
All the way to my doom
Worn-out - like it tatters
I am a laughing stock
From Margi's dress shop

I like the shoulderpads
I like the glitter...
I like the way the fishnet blends
Into the nylon, so right
It's like wearing a goodwill bargain
This neckline is ripping
Like a designer
With no new designs

I'm alone now
With my garment
Of how we could make it through this tour
Of how we could get out of those Ledge parodies
What we've been through
All of the drama
The smell of my sweat-stains
Shadow of a diminutive performer

I will not take you for granted
I wouldn't trade you for silk
Or for cashmere
Not for one red dress
Not for anything
I need you to be there
Just remember when I am without your fringe
That I was just so scared

I'm alone now
With my garment
Of how we could make it off the worst-dressed list
Of how we could get out of Joan Rivers' path
What we've been through
All of the drama
The smell of old must
Shadows of a golden shawl

What I saw on this journey
I saw the Ledge board go down
I cannot pretend
That the parodies fall away
It's just like a bad joke
Ooh, it's never ending
I cannot pretend
That my dress will make me sexy

Dissention and Jake...you rule the world.

Glad you're enjoying them; try taking a shot at some! :D

These are so funny! There was one the other day in another thread, which I can't find now that had me laughing so hard and I continued to laugh all day whenever I thought of the line.

BTW...if you've seen that fishnet up close...nuff said!


Have either of you taken a shot with one of Lindsey's songs, could be just as funny with all his little quirks!


Keep em coming :laugh:

Coming soon...stay tuned!

Oh, I will!

seriously, both of you should write comedy for a living.


I can't wait till you take a shot at Mick, feel free to use one of Stevie, Lindsey or Christine's songs since I don't think anyone would know the melody to hum along to one of Mick's songs:D

We wear all of our shirts the same
Every one will suffer the wrinkles we've made
They all look just the same
And there's no going back on the sloppy attire we've laid

Steam-iron take your time
Wait for the shirt to dry
Soon all the bulges will rise (like in the Mirage vid...:eek: )
Steam-iron don't tell why
Don't be afraid flatten
Starch is the sweet surprise

Only babies who are on their way
Ever poison Stevie's well
But we still have time to hate
Before the sheds go on to sell

(chorus)

Until he himself...
Became the greediest bastard
As he grew older
Until he himself
Became just as fatal
As a Wal-Mart CEO...

So you run toward...
Where there is moolah
But there are too many banks to pick from...
With all the love that I have for your money
With all the love that I have for your money
Join my club!

Never did I mean to fleece you
In my fan club
Like I have trapped many
For the love I have for lolly
For the love I have for lolly
Get out your credit card!

LOL! and away we go!!!

KNITTED

You think you look sexy
I think you could look sexy
Lose those long sleeves of Blacksweater that's too worn
You remember your wild days
Oh, in fiery sequins

That tired black gown
Making your ass look tired
Making your face look sad

It falls past your knees
To embrace bland form
You no longer care
For what's new, but for what's torn
You live in Blacksweater
Like your Reeblechs and your Flathair
You don't let go
You'd like more stuff knitted by Margi Kent
You'd like to be taken for Whistler's mother
This look's lived through repeats

You found Blacksweater at The Limited
When the mall opened up
Could wear less for hot flashes
You'd think you'd had enough
We want to save you
But you just can't give it up
You'd rather be wrapped up
In a look overworn
You're Blacksweater Addicted Woman
A look forlorn

And hemline goes down
Chasing down the Reeblechs
You think you must wear the Reeblechs

OMG!! Jake, ROTFLMAO!!!

Chest Hair Turns to Gray...

And now that its color has gone
You will be sad for long
But it'll find another hue
Or maybe more to pass and fall away

My chest hair turns to gray
And try as you may
You just don't feel good
You don't feel alright
And you know that you must find dye, find dye, find dye

(This one goes out to Christy! :laugh: )

It isn't just that my hair is limp and bleached
Everywhere we go now, in my bathroom or onstage
It hurts my live picture shots, it hurts my press coverage
I am reeling... ooh, it hurts my feelings
Sometimes it was dastardly (sometimes it was dastardly)
Sometimes it was too stringy (sometimes it was too stringy)
Sometimes it's just too much for my flat-iron (sometimes it's just too much for my flat-iron)
Well, I want to go to Vidal's (ooh, well I want to go to Vidal's)

Then there are the fans that cast the doubt away
Those fans that made me stay for so long
Not limpy, fried hair then, it's fried and baked now
I didn't cut my bangs then, but I cut them off now

DRESSING THE BEST THAT I CAN/ESCAPE FROM BLACKSWEATER

It was once quite new...It was so comfy
It did me entice...Makes me feel lovely
So again it's worn...It smells like feces

Flathair I part...I didn't curl or streak
Maybe next time I'll think about what fans are seeing
'Cause I'm dressing the best that I can

And the wrinkled sweater...buttons real high
No nun's more modest...No nun could try
Sweater stays on her...Like this look is law
She thought she looked trendy...but her judgment was flawed
I didn't grow or change...I just threw on ensemble
But I reached in hamper for it and

It's alright, Ledge Board, I'm dressing the best that I can
And you're wanting me to change...I should have burned Blacksweater and ran
Well, because clothes cost a fortune, and IRS won't let me deduct
Well, it's alright, Ledge Board, even if my whole look is f;*#!ed

I was stylin'...IRS almost locked me away
So I cover my rear
In same black all day

In my Blackdress...Well, I wanted Margi to change me
In my dress stagnation...I wanted so to change
In my way...New duster was the only thing that I would now try on

My sweater's black, Ledge Board, I'm dressing the best that I can
Because clothes cost a fortune and IRS won't let me write off
And my flowered soundcheck look gives fans nightmares...Nightmares from taking Blacksweater off

It's alright Ledge Board, I'm dressing the best that I can
Tom Petty says, "Well, I hear you're dressing like my granma, like the RMA is your own backyard."

that's too funny...lol...although I for one think she looked nice the other night

Chris

BWAH!!!!!!
 

LMAO!!! Thanks dis! :laugh:

I dont think I have laughed harder at any other postings! My favorite line was :laugh: On the hips that Lindsey B. calls...Paradise Valley:laugh: If only they were reading these. For some reason Stevie was totally put together in the pink and black leather pants at the Blockbuster Awards. Im not sure if Sheryl had any say in her attire that night or not, but whomever it was should be hired again! She looked amazing that night. She also had on very cool pants for the recording session that was photographed for the Say You Will posters.

You've dissed me now for not changing my clothes
And each time I do a show another part of this old dress
Molds
I refuse to go to the mall
My hip is so sore
I can't reach my knees
And I don't think I can buy new clothes at all....

Baby one more time I need to wear this sweater
And my batwing sleeves
And I know that I
I should be dressing better
New fashion's not for...me-e-e-eee

And the shows go by
Changing none of my clothes
(Margi)
How many times
Before it falls apart on me

I wear this dress
Each night when I sleep
I even wear it in my dreams
If I ever change my clothes
For God's sake
If I ever change my clothes....

And the years go by
With these shawls and no more boots
How much of this
Can the ledge withstand

Baby one more time I need to wear this dress
But not the corset please
Black dress makes me smile I'd like it glued right to me
It's like a part of me-e-e-eeee

Oooh-oo-oo-ooo
Oo-oo-oo-ooo
Old dress don't leave me....

Y'all just slay me! Now if someone would just slay that damn sweater & dress that Stevie's been shlepping all over the US, and no doubt will haul its tired ass self over to Europe too. Sigh. Could we just nominate her for "What Not to Wear" on TLC? Or you Brit fans out there could nominate her for that version of the same show over there. You know. . .it would make a great surprise for Stevie and could help her while away some hours while she was in Jolly Ole' England. Oh how I would love to see that dress & sweater thrown into a garbage can!!!!

OMFG!!! I love you guys...these are HILARIOUS!!! I am saving them ALL...hahahahahaha:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Dissention- BRILLIANT! Man! and i know that you love Stevie! but the 'ratty dress' line is so damned funny! All of it was.
I replied in long detail about Stevie's dress under another thread ("She Wore The Dress") and really gave it too much thought! You did it up right by coming up with these incredible lyrics! I'm still laughing :) Thanks!

TOO FAR FROM LINDSEY

There's Blacksweater, it's still worn by Stevie
Twenty-four hours more, it's still on TV
And she won't take it off, and I can't stop it
Only he can stop it

Wears Blacksweater there, Kim Brakely's waiting
Got Gypsy duster to wrap around her
Only over NewBlackdress, what does she wear beneath
Not same Blackpanties

Maybe Blackthong would...ride far up butt crack
Maybe one kick causes...another wedgie
She says she'll wear all black, it'll be forever
And change she'll never
No change she'll never

He's got a wife now, her name is Kristen
The fact that she's pregnant gives Stevie heartburn
Thrown down by Lindsey, cling to Blacksweater
She'll feel no better
Wrote him Blue Letter

Does she know how long
It took Lindsey to write the Come song
Does she know she's dressed just like a mourner
And that won't change 'til she makes Lindsey hornier

Maybe her look was meant...to show she's sad now
Maybe her love is with his young blond wife now
Maybe she hates to be in her own bed now
Too far from Lindsey
Too stuck in black

well dissention, i can't compete with yours, of course, just too funny! but here's one to the tune of 'Landslide'***

I took this dress, I wore it on 'Dave'
then on Rosie, 2 award shows and on 'Today'
And if they see my reflection in this dress one more time
Well the backlash will be loud

Oh Margi by design why are you dumb?
Heavy fabrics on my hips make me look plump
Can you sew something lightweight with a slim A-Line
Can you handle making me some-thing really ni-ii-ii-ce?
Oooh, i don't know...Oooh, i dont know
Well I've been afraid of changing so i wear this dress all the time/
But the fans are complaining like thunder when its raining
And I'm growing sick of this dress too
Yes I'm growing sick of it too-
I took this dress, i took it on tour
Climbed off the Lear jet and put it back on
And i saw my reflection in the front $150 seat rows
and thought ' i can spring for a new one'
And i saw my reflection in the front $150 seat
ROOOOO-WWWWWWs
and thought "well maybe....this black dress brings them...dow-wwwnnnn, well well, this black dress brings them down"

(Lindsey and Stevie hug)
'Thank you Lindsey'
'Thank you Stevie'

THE CARDIGAN

Alas she wore BlackCardigan
The one that makes her old
But when worn by Flathaired singer
Her words become more bold
And she in same tired outfit
With tongue as sharp as knife
Took on Brittney and Madonna
And said Go get a life

For Madge was well past forty
And no longer in spotlight
So Stevie told her You're too old
Kissing Brittney just ain't right

Now Stevie's on a mission
Whenever she wears BlackFrock
Her life is all about advice
These days she's Mama Rock

And that obnoxious kiss was real
Not that Stevie meant to be mean
But she'll speak the way she feels
In this Entertainment Tonight dream

And when next she sees Madonna
Without thesis on religion
Considers calling truce
But then good taste will never win

Now Stevie lives to crusade
Speaks out for Artists' Rights
Stands tall in Reeblechs or boot suede
Though buttoned BlackSweater bites

And she wonders Is she old
Or will hip finally mend
Are her words these days too bold
Just like Natalie Maines', her friend

These days her fans all wonder
Will BlackCardigan disappear
On an Ebay auction to benefit some cause
That Stevie herself holds dear

Today and still today it's worn
Will it ever end
From fashion icon to opinioned spinster
On cardigan behavior will depend

:laugh: LOVE IT!!!!

Here's another:

Every thread that shreds on me
I feel a little less dressed
As my dress slowly fades away
Ratty and moldy on my implant-free breasts

Every night it comes onstage
It's softness fades away
Did I ever really wear that much
Are there any bright sequins left?

Every hour of bland I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each packed arena
An urgent call for style

I haven't felt this way I feel
Since I first had to have Margi peel it off me
But in those years of excess weight
I did not feel this dress was old

And I did not throw it out, you now
My love has always been
So I plead to have another sewn
So I can stay matronly

So I try to say
Thank you, hardcore Ledgies
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But lately I haven't been a fashion icon
I have only been poorly dressed

They were frail
She said
"Everynight I will break your heart"
We should have known from the first
We'd be the broken hearted
But we loved you from the start
Save us. . .
And not all the prayers in the world--
could save us Ledgies from that widow's dress

You guys are killing me!!!!! ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Eileen

Thousand Dresses

The most you've ever sewn for me
Was a mob widow's black uniform
You sewed in the middle of the your sweat-shop
You nearly squealed with delight
"You need shoulderpads and fishnet."
"Well, will I have glitter, too?" she says
"Why do you question me?"
Margi says, "You never cared about bad designs before, my friend."

Seems like a thousand dresses you've made for me...
Seems like a thousand dresses you've made for me...

You're not my friend, you're not a good designer
And this is something that we really don't discuss
If there is no time, and there is no place.
And, if there was, well, you'd sew holes to see my butt-cheeks
And as all stilted clients do to you
And as all ugly dresses will finally do to you, too
Well, I should fire you

Quiet now, Ledgies, just for one night
Well, I know that you love to laugh
And, oh baby, well, I know that you love to write parodies
You live by the sight of my black garb
and I live by finding a new designer to hire
Ooh, such words to Margi over the phone
"Just how many f*ckin' dresses are you making now?!"

Well, I can see the trouble
Jake and dissention are here today
And I requested a new dress...

ROFLMAO!!! Well done, everyone!!

'Stevie Nicks' unique ultra-fem, long, flowing, mystery woman attire ushered the show into the 1970s. From 1977 an ensemble of black silk chiffon and silk panne velvet designed by Margi Kent with a black leotard designed by Repetto and ballet shoes were Nicks' logo pictured on the cover of Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours" album. She was well-known for performing the hit "Rhiannon" in this outfit. After being suspected of involvement in witchcraft due to her black attire, she switched to wearing what she called her "Easter egg outfits" to quell such rumors. Such a dress of long, pink, flowing silk chiffon and velvet decorated with shiny thread and sequins from 1986 was also designed by Margi Kent. Nicks wore this with high-heeled pink suede boots that came to the knee.'

http://www.newbeats.com/archives/rockfashion.html

Such a dress of long, pink, flowing silk chiffon and velvet decorated with shiny thread and sequins from 1986 was also designed by Margi Kent. Nicks wore this with high-heeled pink suede boots that came to the knee.'

Those were the days eh??? *sigh* :shrug:

Love Sarah

Just like the drab black dress
Binds my waist feels like I can't breathe
Wheez wheez wheez

Just like the funeral frock
Frumps my frame
Near suffocating
Wheez Wheez Wheeeez

And the tours go by
Like a tape on repeat
I get dressed again
Said to my friends, baby
"Platforms don't matter"

I was no more......than 130 then
Well I, wanted a dress
Something from Margi
And the moment
That I first laid
Eyes
On
It
All alone on the dress form
My drab sack

Just like a uniform
Waist too tight, strains my breathing
Wheeze wheeze wheeze
Just like an OCD
I won't change
Though the fans say
Please please pleeeeease

The ledge didn't expect it
To be strange
To see me
Shunning colors
Terrified of a change
And so, moving slow
Every show
The same
I clomped round with an age old
Desire to hide
From the fashioooooon
Poooooooooolice

OoOOooooOoooooOooooooooOOwawawawawawaaaaaa


Just like the stale black bag
And the cardigan with long sleeves
They beg please please please
Just like a nun in church
With no white
But a real bad habit
Please style me

And then suddenly
There was no dress
And none of all my shawls
Just a flood of hues that I haven't worn
Since 1991 in the fall
Well I went searching for the blackdress up the stairs
And down the hall
Not to find the blackdress
Just to hear the call
Of some ledgies
Screaming "Change your clothes ! Change your clothes !
Change your clothes !"

Just like the IRS
Squeezed my purse
This waist is squeezing
Squeeze squeeze squeeze
Just like a Blackwell mess
In the press
Now fans are pleading
Please, Please Pleeaaaase

Well I hear you called up Margi
And I hear you hassled Brakely
Sometimes to buy dresses
Is just like the...trauma of being arrested
And cuffed
This dress is damned near older than you
Damned near filled with mildew

I hear the call
Of the ledgies....
And I say "Deeeepp in the middle of the night
Sometimes I change the blackdress..."

BLACKSLEEVES

BlackSleeves, pulled tight
Oh yeah, they were pitch as night
BlackSleeves, pulled tight

She wore Blacksweater in the heat of a summer's day
We hate Reeblechs, make her look like a schlep
She wore Blacksweater buttoned up all the way
We hate Reeblechs, her shoe taste is inept

Same look, new night
Oh yeah, it was an old sight
Same look, new night

She wore same look, Margi took her for ride
We hate Newdress, it's the same as the old
She wore same look, it's her new joy and pride
We hate Newdress, Stevie, put it on hold

CLOSET OF THE BLACK SWEATERS

As she walks into...the Closet of the Black Sweaters
Stands by Crystal Mirror...in only look she could ever love
And vows to stay put in her long black robe
Would stay on her like feathers on a dove

And if these sweaters are to be my punishment
Kim would air them out on hotel clothesline
And go each day...to the Closet of the Black Sweaters
And spend each night in same Margi Kent design
Wear same Margi Kent design

And same black clothes...They're all I buy
Doing nothing without them
Matching ribbons on microphone stand

So she goes each day...to the Closet of the Black Sweaters
Stands by Blue Lamp...looks down from above
And if I had to pay up...Well, just how much
Must IRS take away?

Anything, I love cardigan that much
Oh I would give anything
I love it that much
I love it that much

MARGI DUH

At the end of runway
The end of the light
She keeps one design for all Stevie's clothes
Margi designs outfit with hips held too tight
She's never done
Designing same clothes

She sticks the needle right into the black
Anything to stitch skirt so both hips stick far out
Hip causes her pain
Boots add to the harm
There's more for the count, when each dress wears out

Margi Kent is taking our star down
A dowdy sweater that makes the fans groan
But the outfit is worn at every tour town
Since Stevie Nicks wants just one look to own

We see cardigan in another magazine
And the hips are held tight as the fashion takes flight
Won't dress how we loved
In BlackDress she'll be seen
She slips on the stage, hip's sore one more night

Margi Kent is taking our star down
A dowdy sweater that makes the fans groan
But the outfit is worn at every tour town
Since Stevie Nicks wants just one look to own

And then all at once our hopes start to rise
We hear Margi Kent designed a new gown
But the next night same outfit appears, no surprise
Stevie walks out to Tom, and all our hopes drown

Margi Kent is taking our star down
A dowdy sweater that makes the fans groan
But the outfit is worn at every tour town
Since Stevie Nicks wants just one look to own

Spotlights shine down the black outfit
Same old something for Stevie to own
For BlackSweater is still worn by Stevie
And BlackDress still holds real tight to hip bone
Blackdress still holds tight to hip bone

See, now, you guys need to contact weird al cause you are onto something here for sure. I love love love LOVE it.