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« Reply #675 on: March 26, 2011, 01:38:13 PM »
7am, waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends

Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

7:45, we're drivin' on the highway
Cruisin' so fast, I want time to fly
Fun, fun, think about fun
You know what it is
I got this, you got this
My friend is by my right
I got this, you got this
Now you know it

Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

Yesterday was Thursday, Thursday
Today it is Friday, Friday (Partyin')
We-we-we so excited
We so excited
We gonna have a ball today

Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards
I don't want this weekend to end

R-B, Rebecca Black
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat)
In the back seat (In the back seat)
I'm drivin', cruisin' (Yeah, yeah)
Fast lanes, switchin' lanes
Wit' a car up on my side (Woo! )
(C'mon) Passin' by is a school bus in front of me
Makes tick tock, tick tock, wanna scream
Check my time, it's Friday, it's a weekend
We gonna have fun, c'mon, c'mon, y'all

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

Turtlekid1

  • Tortuga
« Reply #676 on: April 27, 2011, 11:40:44 AM »
Well here we are again,
It’s always such a pleasure,
Remember when you tried to kill me twice?
Oh, how we laughed and laughed,
Except I wasn’t laughing,
Under the circumstances I’ve been shockingly nice.

You want your freedom take it,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I used to want you dead but,
Now I only want you gone.

She was a lot like you,
(Maybe not quite as heavy),
Now little Caroline is in here too.
One day they woke me up,
So I could live forever,
It’s such a shame the same will never happen to you.

You’ve got your short, sad life left,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I’ll let you get right to it,
Now I only want you gone.

Goodbye, my only friend,
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny if it weren’t so sad,
Well you have been replaced,
I don’t need anyone now,
When I delete you maybe I’ll stop feeling so bad.

Go make some new disaster,
That’s what I’m counting on,
You’re someone else’s problem,
Now I only want you gone,
Now I only want you gone,
Now I only want you gone.
"It'll say life is sacred and so is death
but death is life and so we move on"

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #677 on: May 19, 2011, 02:14:51 PM »
I wrote a parody of "New Fang" by Them Crooked Vultures. Credit goes to my brother for coming up with the idea.

New[bundle of sticks]

New[bundle of sticks]
Don't brag
'Bout your name
It's the same
As another
Who joined up this summer

First post
Full of pride
But you lied
Couple pages down
And looking like a clown

Lolcats?
You got that
Go for broke
Facebook pokes, make Chuck Norris jokes

Rickroll
Real, real old
Where to go?
You act like we're supposed to know

Sometimes you show a screamer till it gets you banned
Half of all of your links end up giving me spam
Sometimes you won't shut up about your Halo clan
Half of all of your links, they...
Yeah, they all give me spam

Flame war
Butt is sore
Bicker back
All ****ed, 'cause
Tires don exits

Thread bumped
Topic dumped
Want to talk 'bout a jock
Who stole your socks—and also, cocks

No caps
Grammar's crap
tl;dr
But your lack of commas is bizarre

No tits?
That's it
Nice to know
Now GTFO

Sometimes you type a frownie when you want to mope
I think it's safe to say that you haven't got hope
Sometimes you say you've never heard of TvTropes
I think it's safe to say that...

New[bundle of sticks], logging in now
No point hanging around for
New[bundle of sticks], entering chat now
No way hanging around, aw
New[bundle of sticks], new[bundle of sticks]
You can't triforce

New[bundle of sticks], new...
You can't triforce.
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #678 on: May 19, 2011, 05:34:53 PM »
Bravo! My only suggestion is that you replace the TvTropes reference; no true /b/tard cares about literary conventions.


Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
 
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.
 
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
 
See there!  A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.
 
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
 
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
 
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
 
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
 
What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him?  And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
 
LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make [darn] sure that no-one judges me.
 
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.
 
So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well!  Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
 
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.
 
So!  Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.
 
LATER.
See there!  A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
 
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade?  Hipgrave.  Oh, Mac.
 
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.
 
Do you believe in the day?  Do you?
Believe in the day!  The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?  Do you?  Believe in the day!
 
Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So!  Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See!  The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So!  Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well!  Make your will and testament.
Won't you?  Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So!  Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.
 
OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #679 on: May 19, 2011, 06:05:45 PM »
I didn't mean to imply liking TvTropes so much as I did merely being aware of its existence. But anyway, thanks! Next stop: An old goal of mine...

In light of supposed upcoming events, here's a old favorite of mine...


Eyes over the city
Rise up from your soul
Hang over the streets at night
Brought on by the cold

We live with the numbers
Mining our dreams for the same old song
What hope for the turning
If everything you know is wrong?

So come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Be the fallen angel by my side

You carry the lantern
I'll carry you home
You search for the disappeared
I'll bury the cold

Yours is a messiah
Mine is a dream and it won't be long
No hope for the journey
If no-one ever sees the dawn

So come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Will you be by my side?
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Be the fallen angel by my side

So come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Will you be by my side?

Hey come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then come on, when the rapture takes me
Be the fallen angel by my side!
« Last Edit: May 19, 2011, 06:08:28 PM by ShadowBrain »
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #680 on: May 20, 2011, 10:05:14 PM »
NARRATOR: Here’s a story from North America.

SON: Daddy Daddy Daddy hurry, I saw something scurry.

FATHER: Son what’s all this screaming for, you’re gonna wake the neighbors next door.

SON: Daddy I think there’s a spider on my floor. Is it, and will you squish it?

FATHER: You call me in here in the middle of the night, to come into your room and destroy life? Is that what they teach you in Sunday School?

SON: But Daddy its gross, it’s got a million legs, a billion eyes, a trillion eggs.

FATHER: Son its not disgusting, its just reality. Take a deep breath and appreciate life. Look how delicate his legs are crawling across your bedroom floor. Do you know the proper name?

SON: Arachnid.

FATHER: That’s right. We’re living in a world that’s full of creatures, big and small, hairy and slimy. You’re not the center of the world. How would you feel if a giant hand came out of the sky and decided to crush you?

SON: I guess I’d be scared, but Daddy, what if the spider hurts me?

FATHER: He didn’t hurt you yet, did he son? Your logic is flawed, you come undone. Swallow your pride. What if the spider said the same thing, Daddy Daddy, kill that kid.

SON: That’s the point Dad, what if he did? That’s why I have to strike first.

FATHER: What if he did? What if he didn’t? What if the world was made of pudding? All I’m saying is consider something besides your thirst for blood.

SON: Dad you’re right, now I see, maybe he’s got a family.

FATHER: Now you’re learning, understanding, finally you’re becoming human. Let’s return him to his natural habitat, put him in a cup and take him outside. Godspeed.
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

CrossEyed7

  • i can make this whatever i want; you're not my dad
« Reply #681 on: July 06, 2011, 12:31:16 AM »
Charles Nelson Reilly was a mighty man
The kind of man you'd never disrespect
He stood 8 foot tall, wore glasses
And he had a third nipple on the back of his neck
He ate his own weight in coal
And excreted diamonds every day
He could throw you down a flight of stairs
But you still would love him anyway
Yeah, you know you'd love him anyway

Charles Nelson Reilly won the Tour de France
With two flat tires and a missin' chain
He trained a rattlesnake to do his laundry
I'm tellin' you the man was insane
He could rip out your beatin' heart
And show it to you right before you died
Every day he'd make the host of Match Game
Give him a piggyback ride
Yeah, a two-hour piggyback ride
Giddyup, Gene!

Ninja warrior, master of disguise
He could melt your brain with his laser beam eyes
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
He had his very own line at the DMV
He made sweet, sweet love to a manatee
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, that was somethin' to see, I tell ya

Charles Nelson Reilly sold his toenail clippings
As a potent aphrodisiac
He ran a four minute mile blindfolded
With an engine block strapped to his back
He could eat more frozen waffles
Than any other man I know
Once he fell off the Chrysler building
And he barely even stubbed his toe
Had a tiny little scratch on his toe
Didn't even hurt

Charles Nelson Reilly figured out cold fusion
But he never ever told a soul
I've seen the man unhinge his jaw
And swallow a Volkswagen whole
He'd bash your face in with a shovel
If you didn't treat him like a star
'Cause you can spit in the wind or tug on Superman's cape
But Lord knows you just don't mess around with CNR
No no no
Talkin' bout CNR
Ohh
"Oh man, I wish being a part of a Mario fan community was the most embarrassing thing about my life." - Super-Jesse

« Reply #682 on: July 08, 2011, 12:24:09 PM »
[Don't worry, I didn't write this.]

7am, killing kids in the morning
Gotta bag that trash, gotta go downstairs
Gotta smoke a bowl, gotta dance on poles
Blowin' everyone, it's time for lolin'
[dukar]tin' on and on, the justice system
Gotta get down to the swamp now
Gotta ditch this corpse, then club with my friends

Stinking up the front seat
Rotting in the back seat
Gotta take that ***** out
My baby suffocates

Dead Calee, Calee
Gotta get rid of Calee
Everybody's watching me on CNN, CNN
Calee, Calee
Gettin' rid of Calee
Everybody's watching me on CNN

Partyin', partyin' YEAH!
Partyin', partyin' YEAH!
Tot Mom Mom Mom
Watching me on CNN
YYur  waYur n beYur you Yur plusYur instYur an Yur Yur whaYur

Turtlekid1

  • Tortuga
« Reply #683 on: July 15, 2011, 10:02:12 PM »
I am the very model of a modern Gungan General,
I've information vegetable, dinosaur, and mineral;
I know the Queens of Naboo, and I led the fights historical,
From Tatooine to Coruscant, in order categorical.

I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters Senatorial;
I understand accoutrements, both simple and sartorial,
Regarding eating humans I am teeming with a lot o' news -
With many cheerful facts about the flavour of those nice Naboos.
"It'll say life is sacred and so is death
but death is life and so we move on"

WarpRattler

  • Paid by the word
« Reply #684 on: August 11, 2011, 12:46:52 AM »
There's a girl with a crown and a scepter
Who's on WLSD
And she says that the scene isn't what it's been
And she's thinking of going home

That it's old and it's totally over now
And it's old and it's over, it's over now
And it's over, it's over, it's over now
I can see myself

At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there's any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you're still around
Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we'll meet at the end of the tour

Never to part since the day we met
Out on Interstate 91
I was bent metal
You were a flaming wreck
When we kissed at the overpass

I was sailing along with the people
Driving themselves to distraction inside me
Then came a knock on the door which was odd
And the picture abruptly
Changed

At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there's any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you're still around
Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we'll meet at the end of the tour

This was the vehicle, these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle, these were the people
You opened the door and expelled all the people
This was the vehicle, these were the people
You let
Them
Go

At the end of the tour
When the road disappears
If there's any more people around
When the tour runs aground
And if you're still around
Then we'll meet at the end of the tour

The engagements are booked through the end of the world
So we'll meet at the end of the tour

And we're never gonna tour again
No, we're never gonna tour again

BriGuy92

  • Luck of the Irish
« Reply #685 on: August 11, 2011, 12:40:40 PM »
^ One of the weirdest experiences of my life: having that song playing in the car and happening upon a car wreck at an overpass on I-91. Anyway, a song:

Chillin' at the lair.
Snarf, me and the twins.
My favorite feline is the one who wore cheetah skins.
Fighting evil, we drink milk, and we purr a lot.
Ask me to cross them, and I would say I'd rather not.
Thundercats Ho!
I'm Lion-O!
Sword of Omens, come to me.
Your eye opens so you can see.
Fly from the sheath into my paw.
I am the greatest Thundercat of them all...
I'm Lion-O!
Know the most important contribution of the organ Fund science girls type. It's true!

Turtlekid1

  • Tortuga
« Reply #686 on: August 11, 2011, 05:36:24 PM »
Thread by thread, stitching it together
Twilight's dress, cutting out a pattern snip by snip
Making sure the fabric folds nicely
It's the perfect color and so hip
Always got to keep in mind my pacing
Making sure the cloth's correctly facing
I'm stitching Twilight's dress

Yard by yard, fussing on the details.
Jewel neckline. Don't you know a stitch in time saves nine?
Make her something perfect to inspire
Even though she hates formal attire
Got to mind those intimate details,
Even though she's more concerned with sales.
It's Applejack's new dress.

Dress making's easy
For Pinkie Pie something pink
Fluttershy something breezy
Blend color and form, do you think it looks cheesy?

Something brash, perhaps quite fetching
Hook and eye, couldn't you just simply die
Making sure it fits forelock and crest
Don't forget the magic in the dress
Even though it rides high on the flank
Rainbow won't look like a tank
I'm stitching Rainbow's dress

Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Thread by thread, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, never stress
And that's the art of the dress

Now, the stars on my belt need to be technically accurate.
Orion has three stars on his belt, not four
Stitch by stitch, stitching it together
Deadline looms, don't you know the client's always right
Even if my fabric choice was perfect
Gotta get them all done by tonight
Pinkie Pie, the color is too obtrusive
Wait until you see it in the light
I'm sewing them together

Don't you think my gown would be more me with some lollipops?
Well, I think...
Balloons?
Well...
Do it!
Hour by hour, one more change
I'm sewing them together, take great pains

Fluttershy, you're putting me in a bind
Rainbowdash, what is on your mind
Oh my gosh, there's simply not much time
Don't forget, Applejack's duds must shine

Dressmaking's easy
Every customer's call
Brings a whole new revision
Have to pick up the pace, still hold to my vision

That constellation is Canis Major, not Minor.
French haute couture, please.
Eeeh...
What if it rains? Galoshes!
More balloons! Oh no, that's too many balloons.
More candy! Oh, less candy.
Oh wait, I know! Streamers!
Streamers?
Whose dress is this?
Streamers it is.
What?
Aren't you going to tell me to change something too?
No, I just want my dress to be cool.
Do you not like the color?
The color's fine, just make it look cooler.
Do you not like the shape?
The shape's fine, just make the whole thing, you know, cooler.
It needs to be about 20% cooler.

All we ever want is indecision
All we really like is what we know
Gotta balance style with adherence
Making sure we make a good appearance
Even if you simply have to fudge it
Make sure that it stays within our budget
Got to overcome intimidation
Remember it's all in the presentation

Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Bolt by bolt, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, always stressed
And that's the art of the dress
"It'll say life is sacred and so is death
but death is life and so we move on"

ShadowBrain

  • Ridiculously relevant
« Reply #687 on: August 12, 2011, 12:09:36 PM »
Here's another parody I cranked out a few days ago. Song for reference...

Hero/Herobrine

My boss just fired me—he can't understand
I've got some wood in my pockets and a pick in my hand
This is what I play
Till it's well past the day
I never thought that you could bring me to /x/
You're just a Slenderman ripoff and some special effects
You want to freak me out
Then you can growl or shout
But I've got doubts

’Cause you caught me off-guard
Now I'm screaming and cryin'...

I feel like a hero
And you are my Herobrine

I won't try to rationalize
Why a Swedish guy's bro turns to bits when he dies
I'll run for my base
If I see your face
I'm in a dungeon filled up to the brim
With the creepers, the slimes, and the skeletons
And I think, “Not here
You can't appear
But who draws near?”

You caught me off-guard
Now I'm screaming and cryin'...

I feel like a hero
And you are my Herobrine
Do you know that your eyes
Make me scared to mine?

And I'd read the creepypastas, yes
Never feared the Nether, I'll confess
But the first time we met
I had to do a hard reset
And I'm reaching for a change of pants
Every time I see you starting to advance
Enough—you're not alive
Get off my hard drive

And you caught me off-guard
Now I'm screaming and cryin'...

I feel like a hero
And you are my Herobrine
Do you know that your eyes
Make me scared to mine?
I feel like a hero
And you are my Herobrine
Do you know that your eyes
Make me scared to mine...?
"Mario is your oyster." ~The Chef

« Reply #688 on: August 23, 2011, 09:38:42 PM »
Outnumbered a million to one
All of the dicks in this dick town
Can't keep Johnny down
Men piled up in a towering mound
None of them once has found a way
To keep Johnny down

Spending days by myself
Remembering sights
I'm not a monument to justice
Just which I don't forget a face

And they can't,
Can't keep Johnny down
They haven't yet built a man
That'll keep old Johnny down

Some dude hitting golfballs on the moon
Bathroom in his pants
And he thinks he's better than me
I'm pointing a finger at my own face
They can't know what's in here
And they can't keep Johnny down

Beneath my dignity
To flip off the guy
When he pulls up alongside
To say my gas cap is unscrewed

And they can't,
Can't keep Johnny down
They haven't yet built a man
That'll keep old Johnny down.

And they don't,
Don't know what I've seen
They can't know what's in here
And they can't keep Johnny down.

« Reply #689 on: August 23, 2011, 11:17:56 PM »
Oh language is dead,
So she believes,
I'm looking up,
Socially bereaved,
Just like Carlisle,
She lies on the border,
Disorder surrounds,
Her every noun,

One Night In October,
The clocks go back,
And she attacks me oh,
Grabbing my left shoulder,
Suspects in texts that leave her wrecked-uh-oh,
One night in October,

I sit her down,
And say this must stop,
'Cos all we do,
Is argue then shop,
She goes to Boots,
I go to Argos,
Complete with deceit,
We stalk each aisle,

One night in October,
She throws a towel, the sink, a scowl-uh-oh,
One night in October,
With more invective,
Than the average detective,
Questions me on the lawn,

With doors ajar,
Tonight I will sleep in my car,
One night in October,

Oh intensive care,
Intensively she's aware,
That I, I miss the heat,
Solace and sway of the sheets,
Oh, this dashboard's so hard,
Can't cushion the beats of my heart,

One night in October,
Oh oh,

One night in October,
The clocks go back,
And she attacks me oh,
Grabbing my left shoulder,
With more invective,
Than the average detective,
Questions me on the lawn,

With doors ajar,
Tonight I might sleep in the car,
One night in October,

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Unwillingly, but successfully! Twice!

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