Then stop begging me to fuck you. I’m not doin’ it! Get over it!
silence
marmalade…I like marmalade…
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Instrumental: Wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob wob
And did you fuck her? And did you stick things up her? And did she love it?
Yes. Yes. And yes.
I’ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtedly, and all those who look down on me, I’m tearing down your balcony.
Incase you needed a trans
Folk Rock
(Tape stop)
yeaoooooo
(Music is here)
hahah
YEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH
wooooo
(bitcrunched drum fill)
Maybe you’ll think of me when you are all alone
Maybe the one who is waiting for you
Will prove untrue, then what will you do?
Maybe you’ll sit and sigh, wishing that I were near
Then maybe you’ll ask me to come back again
And maybe I’ll say “Maybe”
AnelfINALLYSTARTTO GOWAI.
I canfurgaim. And thers’ nothin old
I think 99% of singers have speech impediments.
The calls of admirers, claim they adore
Drain all your life-blood while begging for more.
Actually one of my favourite quotes off all time.
It’s also very true.
We’re in a world where we’ve taken away our immune system, the old filters, the old gatekeepers, the old Walter Cronkites. We’ve banished them, but we don’t have new ones, so we’re in a situation without antibodies and so the information system has taken a huge leap forward but the wisdom system has not. The wisdom system has not.
So you can any data you want to about anybody at any time and do anything with it you want to. And people are now engineering viruses and pumping them into the body politic. And we don’t have the antibodies yet.
[COLOR=‘DimGray’]Interesting 'cast, mattemuse…
Just gimme a scene [COLOR=‘Black’]. where the music is free
And the beer [COLOR=‘Black’]. is not [COLOR=‘Black’]. the life, of the party
Were we ever colder on that day
a million Miles away
It seemed from all eternity
I like to toast things all the time, I like to toast things 'cos they’re mine.
Money,
All for money,
Make your money,
Hide your money,
Stuff your money,
Hump your money
Save your money
All for money,
I’ve got pictures to prove it
If you saw them I’m sure
You’d be first to remember
What we don’t have anymore
I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown
Catch me, heal me,
Lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live…