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Started by P3nT4gR4m, May 27, 2020, 01:35:41 PM

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P3nT4gR4m

No one gives a shit about the slightest fuckin thing that you think they should
Boo Hoo!
You know the score but they want more and it's a point that you can never prove
Screw you!
This empty feeling like a hole that's getting deeper as you dig away
Tough love!
And death is coming to the ones who think they'll live to fight another day
Lord above!

You flip the mirror round the whole world turns to shit just like a ricochet
Suck it up!
A million shiny uniforms all marching round in circles tryin to save the day
We're fucked!
Agreed in principle but quibble over details till it's all too late
Their law!
You talk love but you only pay attention to the ones you hate
Last straw!

With your finger on the trigger and the muzzle in your mouth
you mumble liberty and glory to the south
You talk of truth but it's just too damn hard to face
bullet in the chamber gonna put you in your place

Your house is made of paper it's about to get a visit from a wrecking ball
Break free!
Baby's in the branches but the only way to get him down is let him fall
Shake the tree!
A golden handshake from the man who makes the money from your privacy
Seventh son!
Charity begins with someone suffering in torment for the world to see
Home run!

Your bones are broken as their laughter fills the hallways of eternity
Free will!
This pretty picture painted over something ugly that's too dark to see
Speed kills!
Unanswered questions leave a trail of desperation through your jaded life
Some day!
The wound made deeper by the lies and broken promises that twist the knife
Let's pray!

With the weight of disappointment hanging heavy on your back
you double down on dissonance and ready the attack
You talk of mercy but that aint no saving grace
bullet in the chamber gonna put you in your place

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

Cramulus

that's awesome -- I read it out loud, it has a real good rhythm

P3nT4gR4m

Good to know. It was designed to be read in-quiet :lol:

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

minuspace

That was gripping- those last two stanzas, fuck yeah.




altered

Just saying that these are definitely the lyrics to a hit single by a nu metal band that doesn't exist yet. All you need is...

a guitarist so blitzed on booze and hallucinogens all the time that their riffs sound like the fretboard is trying to slither away
a hyperactive bassist who is entirely too proud of themselves
a drummer who thinks that the only good kit has more cymbals than anything else
a keyboardist who samples car crashes and various sirens
and a vocalist with the charisma of a wild boar with a flesh eating bacterial infection and an old boar spear sticking out of its eye, and a really shitty, stop-start hip hop flow

...and you can create the next big radio hit.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

LMNO

Quote from: altered on May 28, 2020, 12:23:16 AM
Just saying that these are definitely the lyrics to a hit single by a nu metal band that doesn't exist yet. All you need is...

a guitarist so blitzed on booze and hallucinogens all the time that their riffs sound like the fretboard is trying to slither away
a hyperactive bassist who is entirely too proud of themselves
a drummer who thinks that the only good kit has more cymbals than anything else
a keyboardist who samples car crashes and various sirens
and a vocalist with the charisma of a wild boar with a flesh eating bacterial infection and an old boar spear sticking out of its eye, and a really shitty, stop-start hip hop flow

...and you can create the next big radio hit.

Papa-bus Bizkit Farm Factory 5000?

altered

Quote from: LMNO on May 28, 2020, 05:30:15 PM
Quote from: altered on May 28, 2020, 12:23:16 AM
Just saying that these are definitely the lyrics to a hit single by a nu metal band that doesn't exist yet. All you need is...

a guitarist so blitzed on booze and hallucinogens all the time that their riffs sound like the fretboard is trying to slither away
a hyperactive bassist who is entirely too proud of themselves
a drummer who thinks that the only good kit has more cymbals than anything else
a keyboardist who samples car crashes and various sirens
and a vocalist with the charisma of a wild boar with a flesh eating bacterial infection and an old boar spear sticking out of its eye, and a really shitty, stop-start hip hop flow

...and you can create the next big radio hit.

Papa-bus Bizkit Farm Factory 5000?

Was specifically thinking of LD50-era Mudvayne, early Korn, and The War of Art-era American Head Charge.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

LMNO


altered

Quote from: LMNO on May 28, 2020, 08:39:24 PM
MUDVAYNE.

omg.

I don't know how to tell you that I unironically love the fuck out of this stuff.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

LMNO

No worries, I listen to these people:

altered

Quote from: LMNO on May 29, 2020, 02:02:16 PM
No worries, I listen to these people:


Tell me more! But in the music thread so we aren't cluttering P3nt's with poo and hippies.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

P3nT4gR4m

Poo and hippies more than welcome in any of my threads

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

LMNO

In that case, those guys above play this kind of music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8atUHYD0vs

altered

Quote from: LMNO on May 30, 2020, 08:20:54 PM
In that case, those guys above play this kind of music:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8atUHYD0vs

Ahh, Captain Beefheart. I don't know bands on sight. Yes, very good, much respect, I'm a fan myself.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Freeky

Quote from: LMNO on May 29, 2020, 02:02:16 PM
No worries, I listen to these people:


squints at lower left corner guy, adjusts glasses ...cainad?