Reality is a lovely place but i wouldn’t want to live there.
And I can’t go into this no more,
It puts too many thorns on my mind,
And the necessary balloon lies a corpse on the floor,
We’ve pissed on far too many sprites,
And they’re all standing up for their rights.
[i]Hundred miles
Gotta keep on running
Can’t stop to bleed
I can feel them coming
And I can see my past
In the shotgun blasts
And shattered glass
Man on the run[/i]
Looking up, theres all the sky’s
Rest your head, i’ll take you high
And we will fade into darkness
We will fade into darkness
So I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath
And get real high
HEEEEEEEEEEEY-EE-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY-EE-YAAAAAAAAAAAAY-YAY-YA
[indent]The clock will tick away the hours one-by-one,
and then the time will come when all the waiting’s done,
the time when you return and find me here and run
straight… to my waiting arms.[/indent]
THE BIG BAD WOLF
THE BIG BAD WOLF
THE BIG BAD WOLF
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-WOO-WU-Wu-WOO-WOOOOOO
OREEEEOOOOOOOO
OREEEEOOOOOOOO
OREEEEOOOOOOOO
VEEEDEEEEOOOO DISCOOOOOO
I, at first, thought that was the Winkie March chant from Wizard of Oz. :mono:
Many people have tried to interpret that chant as a phrase.
It’s since been proven to be vowelly gibberish, but people tried.
My favorite interpretation is “All we own, we owe her.”
I started to forget about these guys tbh
[indent]Show me 'round the sloping mountains way down south,
take me to your daddy’s farm.
Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out,
come and keep your comrade warm.[/indent]
I’m back in the USSR
Don’t know how lucky you are, boy
Back in the US
Back in the US
Back in the USSR
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssDSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
The fuck are you listening to?
That might actually be “Start/Whisper” by Trent Reznor, from the OST for Quake.
As for me:
Ladies and gentlemen:
Truth is now acceptable
Fame is now injectable
Process the progress
This core is critical
Faith is unavailable
Lives become incredible
Now, please understand that
Sweet baby Jesus on fire, I’ma need a damn lawyer and a miracle to get my ass out of this
Devil kept poking the wound so I shipped her ass to Mozambique cause I was over it
Shoulda dumped my gat into the Verde but what if she’s a zombie or a Dracula, I better hang onto this
Lordie, with my hand upon the Bible, swear I shot the damn devil, not a bitch, but the popo don’t give a shit