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Hitching to Portland

Started by Pæs, February 19, 2014, 11:11:32 PM

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Pæs

There's a hipster who's hear'd of a place which is weird
And he's hitching his way into Portland.
When he gets there he fears, because to him it appears,
That the streets and the stores are deserted
Ooh, ooh, and She's watching him sweat from the shadows.

There's a sign on the fence but it doesn't make sense
Who's this Empress and why should he fear Her?
And then breaking the night, there's a sound, gives him fright
Cause he's sure that he hears someone giggling.

Ooh, it makes my skin crawl,
Ooh, it makes my skin crawl.

There's a rumour you hear, when to Portland you're near,
Of a spectre with a penchant for flensing.
And it ties in I'm sure, with an old piece of lore,
About signs that the world may be ending.

Ooh, it makes my skin crawl,
Ooh, it makes my skin try to crawl away.

And it's whispered by loons, if we don't get out soon,
That Nigel may call us for judgement.
And before her we'll stand, with our junk in our hands
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there are skeletons in your closet, don't be alarmed now,
You were guilty anyway s'far as she's concerned.
Yes, there are exits you can flee by, but in the long run
All roads lead to Nigel eventually.
And it makes my skin crawl.

You hear a humming and you don't know where it comes from.
You're full of bees and you can't think why.
Oh poor fool, can you hear her whisper, "Dear, don't you know,
They'll never find you once you're in the river?"

And as you stumble down the road
With a great weight upon your soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Whose blade is sharp and wants to show
How flesh separates from bone.
And if you listen very hard
Her voice will come to you at last.
"Darling, don't you know you volunteered?
Fuck, you said you wanted Weird."

And she's luring hipsters to Portland.

Pæs

Roger, I hold you responsible for remix inspiration.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

Whoa!  :lulz:

I left my goggles at home and had to come back to get them, which meant I was having a shitty day, until right now.

:mittens:
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."


Pæs

Quote from: Nigel's Red Volvulus Skin Sacs on February 19, 2014, 11:21:53 PM
Whoa!  :lulz:

I left my goggles at home and had to come back to get them, which meant I was having a shitty day, until right now.

:mittens:
:)