My name is no, my sign is no, my number is no
You need to let it go, you need to let it go Need to let it go
Nah to the ah to the no, no, no
My name is no, my sign is no, my number is no
You need to let it go, you need to let it go
Need to let it go
Nah to the ah to the no, no, no
-Iggy Azalea, Anaconda
It's one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests, of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.
-Journey, Any Way You Want It
Comments
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
After the break of morn –
After the dancers' leaving;
After the stars are gone;
Many a heart is aching,
If you could read them all;
Many the hopes that have vanished
After the ball.
"I am the eggman"
"I am the walrus"
pop music now:
"if you like it then you should have put a ring on it"
"wake up in the morning feeling like p. diddy"
"case study"
unrepresentative sampling now:
"N=2 or smaller is a perfectly reasonable sample size"
I say this as a Zeppelin fan, you understand
agreed on all points, Sunny