You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
FEE FI FO FUM It takes two to tangle it takes one to come Some things are better left unsaid, like A pound of protection beats an ounce of lead FEE FI FO FUM There must be some kinda romance in bein DUMB Find a belt fulla bullets, fill your head fulla dread Float like a butterfly, sting like a MANTA RAY FEE FI FO FUM There must be some kinda romance in being DUMB Cos the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the blind ead the blind lead the blind lead the BLIND ...and every man for himself
You start to admire the flagrant disregard For the sanctity of other peoples lives By the FILTHY FEW in positions of POWER Who go for the jugular in order to survive DISINFECT those dangerous RABID DOGS Make sure the kids stay in Cos if you wanna be immortal you gotta have something to trade in... Tobacco chompin' soldier of misfortune in that battle they call life With the warm soft breeze of SANTA ANA whistlin round dem frail dry bones I'm da COCKROACH in your tinseltown-- CRY YOU MERCY! I AM THE LAW! When the time runs out When the money runs out I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT!
Get outa my sight Get outa my way Get outa my way GET OUTA MY WAY
Run the gauntlet north and south March on up to the cannon's mouth And say I can do any goddamn thing I want
Take the bull by the horns Gonna slit me some throats on the White House lawns I can do any goddamn thing I want
I'm the cockroach in your tinseltown CRY YOU MERCY--I AM THE LAW! And I can do any goddamn thing I want
POWER makes PAIN so wear rhino hide If you see a white flash you better cover your eyes Cos I can do any goddamn thing I want
CHANGE YOUR MIND--MIND YOUR CHANGE KEEP THE ENEMY IN FOCUS AND IN YOUR RANGE AND SAY I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
I can do ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!
Get outa ma way GET OUTA MA WAY!
I can do any goddamn thing I want I can do any goddamn thing I want I can do any GODDAMN THING I WANT I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
I can do ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING! ANYTHING!
Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed Wondering what to do With a lump of wood, a piece of wire And a little pot of glue O Mamma O Mamma
He sawed at the wood with half a heart And glued it top to bottom He strung a wire in between He was feeling something rotten O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus looked at his instrument And he gave the wire a pluck He heard a sound so beautiful He gasped and said oh... my God O Mamma O Mamma
He rushed inside to tell his wife He went racing down the halls Eurydice was still asleep in bed Like a sack of cannonballs O Mamma O Mamma
Look what I've made, cried Orpheus And he plucked a gentle note Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets And her tongue burst through her throat O Mamma O Mamma
O God, what have I done, he said As her blood pooled in the sheets But in his heart he felt a bliss With which nothing could compete O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus went leaping through the fields Strumming as hard as he did please Birdies detonated in the sky Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled He hit a G minor 7 He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep God was a major player in heaven O Mamma O Mamma
God picked up a giant hammer And He threw it with an thunderous yell It smashed down hard on Orpheus' head And knocked him down a well O Mamma O Mamma
The well went down very deep Very deep went down the well Well, the well went down so very deep Well, the well went down to hell O Mamma O Mamma
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start All amongst the rotting dead His lyre tucked safe under his arm His brains all down his head O Mamma O Mamma
Eurydice appeared brindled in blood She said to Orpheus If you play that fucking thing down here I'll stick it up your orifice! O Mamma O Mamma
This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus It's enough to send you bats Let's stay down here, Eurydice, dear We'll have a bunch of screaming brats O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time He was on a real low down bummer He stared deep into the abyss and said This one is for Mamma
There's this one place in Japan a diplomat friend of mine told me about that will not only sell you a suit, but custom tailor it for you for $100. Gonna be hitting that place up while I am there
fedoras + trenchcoats looked cool in the 1930s but now they just have the air of someone who is trying really hard to be cool because they saw a badass detective in a noir film and thought 'he's cool!!!'. this is especially the case when teenagers or young people wear them.
if you honestly want to try to pull off that look you need to be a) tall, dark and handsome, b) over 30, and c) put a bit of a modern twist on it anyway. i mean you can try if you want if you're not these things, but 99.99% of the time it will look like poop
if you really want a proper vintage cool look just get an old-fashioned suit that fits you really, really damn well. not some zero effort cheap fedora/trilby and trenchcoat bollocks
It's totally possible to pull off a lightweight casual blazer in any situation, but not a suit jacket, and you shouldn't wear a long coat indoors unless you are in a Dashiell Hammett novel.
if you honestly want to try to pull off that look you need to be a) tall, dark and handsome, b) over 30, and c) put a bit of a modern twist on it anyway.
Some dude covered The Knife's "Heartbeats", and now his fans are raiding Youtube videos of the original song to say how much better he sang it, and obviously the original singer sucked. Why? Because she's a woman. Obviously.
This all seems to be quite contrary to the wishes of the guy who actually did the song-covering. But when has that stopped anyone from being an eddy current of idiocy?
Oh and there are apparently people who think we should enact War Plan Red (a contingency plan if, for some reason, the United States would ever have to invade Canada. It's pretty old a document, suffice it to say). Way to fight international stereotypes about Americans, folks.
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It takes two to tangle it takes one to come
Some things are better left unsaid, like
A pound of protection beats an ounce of lead
FEE FI FO FUM
There must be some kinda romance in bein DUMB
Find a belt fulla bullets, fill your head fulla dread
Float like a butterfly, sting like a MANTA RAY
FEE FI FO FUM
There must be some kinda romance in being DUMB
Cos the blind lead the blind lead the blind lead the
blind lead the blind lead the blind ead the blind lead
the blind lead the BLIND
...and every man for himself
You start to admire the flagrant disregard
For the sanctity of other peoples lives
By the FILTHY FEW in positions of POWER
Who go for the jugular in order to survive
DISINFECT those dangerous RABID DOGS
Make sure the kids stay in
Cos if you wanna be immortal you gotta have something to trade in...
Tobacco chompin' soldier of misfortune in that battle they call life
With the warm soft breeze of SANTA ANA whistlin round dem frail dry bones
I'm da COCKROACH in your tinseltown--
CRY YOU MERCY! I AM THE LAW!
When the time runs out
When the money runs out
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT!
Get outa my sight
Get outa my way
Get outa my way
GET OUTA MY WAY
Run the gauntlet north and south
March on up to the cannon's mouth
And say I can do any goddamn thing I want
Take the bull by the horns
Gonna slit me some throats on the White House lawns
I can do any goddamn thing I want
I'm the cockroach in your tinseltown
CRY YOU MERCY--I AM THE LAW!
And I can do any goddamn thing I want
POWER makes PAIN so wear rhino hide
If you see a white flash you better cover your eyes
Cos I can do any goddamn thing I want
CHANGE YOUR MIND--MIND YOUR CHANGE
KEEP THE ENEMY IN FOCUS AND IN YOUR RANGE
AND SAY I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
I can do ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
Get outa ma way
GET OUTA MA WAY!
I can do any goddamn thing I want
I can do any goddamn thing I want
I can do any GODDAMN THING I WANT
I CAN DO ANY GODDAMN THING I WANT
I can do ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
ANYTHING!
Wondering what to do
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire
And a little pot of glue
O Mamma O Mamma
He sawed at the wood with half a heart
And glued it top to bottom
He strung a wire in between
He was feeling something rotten
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus looked at his instrument
And he gave the wire a pluck
He heard a sound so beautiful
He gasped and said oh... my God
O Mamma O Mamma
He rushed inside to tell his wife
He went racing down the halls
Eurydice was still asleep in bed
Like a sack of cannonballs
O Mamma O Mamma
Look what I've made, cried Orpheus
And he plucked a gentle note
Eurydice's eyes popped from their sockets
And her tongue burst through her throat
O Mamma O Mamma
O God, what have I done, he said
As her blood pooled in the sheets
But in his heart he felt a bliss
With which nothing could compete
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus went leaping through the fields
Strumming as hard as he did please
Birdies detonated in the sky
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled
He hit a G minor 7
He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep
God was a major player in heaven
O Mamma O Mamma
God picked up a giant hammer
And He threw it with an thunderous yell
It smashed down hard on Orpheus' head
And knocked him down a well
O Mamma O Mamma
The well went down very deep
Very deep went down the well
Well, the well went down so very deep
Well, the well went down to hell
O Mamma O Mamma
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
All amongst the rotting dead
His lyre tucked safe under his arm
His brains all down his head
O Mamma O Mamma
Eurydice appeared brindled in blood
She said to Orpheus
If you play that fucking thing down here
I'll stick it up your orifice!
O Mamma O Mamma
This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus
It's enough to send you bats
Let's stay down here, Eurydice, dear
We'll have a bunch of screaming brats
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
He was on a real low down bummer
He stared deep into the abyss and said
This one is for Mamma
the london drum show falls on my birthday this year and im going to be up north at uni while its going on
gutted
Noisia's secrets revealed! :O
but cancer
stupid cancer ruins all the cool stuff
An effective ensemble:
Not an effective ensemble:
Now, the problem with Mr. Timberlake's outfit is not his hat, it's that his hat as nothing to do with the rest of his outfit.
fedoras + trenchcoats looked cool in the 1930s but now they just have the air of someone who is trying really hard to be cool because they saw a badass detective in a noir film and thought 'he's cool!!!'. this is especially the case when teenagers or young people wear them.
if you honestly want to try to pull off that look you need to be a) tall, dark and handsome, b) over 30, and c) put a bit of a modern twist on it anyway. i mean you can try if you want if you're not these things, but 99.99% of the time it will look like poop
if you really want a proper vintage cool look just get an old-fashioned suit that fits you really, really damn well. not some zero effort cheap fedora/trilby and trenchcoat bollocks
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blazers are fine and cool and if paired with the right outfit can be worn pretty much anytime
i dont suit them though. or at least ones that suit me are rare. which saddens me
i do make up for this by being able to pull off literally every single kind of hat in existence
I look good in an ascot though, but those aren't something you can wear often nowadays.
im definitely going to go bald
my hair is basically exactly like my dads and he started going bald at about age 40 </3 sad times
also one of my friends who had been growing his hair since he was 11 shaved it all off for charity, he looks so bizarre now
Vague dislike. Yes, always had that.
:D
(has no clear idea what judo is)
Nowadays he mostly just punches people in the neck.
I AM AT MCDONALD'S YET ON THE COMPUTER HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE
IS IT BLACK MAGIC
People are weird.
Some dude covered The Knife's "Heartbeats", and now his fans are raiding Youtube videos of the original song to say how much better he sang it, and obviously the original singer sucked. Why? Because she's a woman. Obviously.
This all seems to be quite contrary to the wishes of the guy who actually did the song-covering. But when has that stopped anyone from being an eddy current of idiocy?