I don’t want to strive for nothing anymore, I just want to lie here with you, keep the wolves outside the door, there is nothing in this world you could ever show me that could ever matter more.
Little baby in the next room dreaming, is just icing on the cake, there is nothing like dancing, a dance of give and take, one step forward, one step sideways, a helpless feeling, when the earth shakes.
I will always be your lover, even after our atoms are dispersed, we will be pushing up daisies, and my crush will just be getting worse, I will follow you into the next life, like a dog chasing after a hearse.
I just don’t want to strive for nothing anymore, I just want to lie here with you, Keep the wolves outside the door, There is nothing in this world you could ever show me that could ever matter more…
Maybe I’m misinterpreting this song, but I believe it coincides perfectly with a poem (a litany, to be specific) about same-sex marriage that I just wrote for my writing class. Similar to the style of Tegan and Sara songs, this is a deceivingly happy-sounding song with dark subject matter. Good stuff.
You guys gotta listen to this. She’s got such a sweet voice, and she’s covering Tegan and Sara, and she’s an adorable ginger kiwi! You will love and follow.
THE COW SONG WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITES IN HIGH SCHOOL IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FIND THIS BECAUSE I DONT SPEAK SLOVAK BUT OKAY HERE IT IS ALL 30 FOLLOWERS ITS ABOUT COWS
This video is, in no way, shape or form, safe for the work place. Or for sensitive ears. But it did cause me and my friends to LOL uncontrollably, so I feel that I’m basically required by internet law to share it with you.
Now I also need to “get some f@#$ing rest, ‘cause it’s the best day ever tomorrow.”
that is EXACTLY what goes through Janet’s head every day…
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH.
BEST SONG EVER WRITTEN.
Holy wonder bread, Batman! I think this has just changed my life.
I have no idea how much the world sucks, ‘cause I have no reference level.
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin
His head smashed in and his heart cut out And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged And his nostrils raped and his bottom burnt off And his penis… Well that’s enough music for now, lads…
Brave Sir Robin ran away - No! Bravely ran away, away - I didn’t! When danger reared its ugly head He bravely turned his tail and fled - No! Yes, brave Sir Robin turned about And gallantly he chickened out Bravely taking to his feet He beat a very brave retreat Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin
Least favorite? There are so many awful songs out there, but I’m gonna go with “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry. Yep. I’m not even going to include a link or a video; you all know which one that is, and I will not have it on my blog. Nope.
By a mad miracle I go intact Among the common rout Thronging sidewalk, street, And bickering shops; Nobody blinks a lid, gapes, Or cries that this raw flesh Reeks of the butcher’s cleaver, Its heart and guts hung hooked And bloodied as a cow’s split frame Parceled out by white-jacketed assassins.
Oh no, for I strut it clever As a greenly escaped idiot, Buying wine, bread, Yellow-casqued chrysanthemums - Arming myself with the most reasonable items To ward off, at all cost, suspicions Roused by thorned hands, feet, head And that great wound Squandering red From the flayed side.
Even as my each mangled nerve-end Trills its hurt out Above pitch of pedestrian ear, So, perhaps I, knelled dumb by your absence, Alone can hear Sun’s parched scream, Every downfall and crash Of gutted star, And, more daft than any goose, This cracked world’s incessant gabble and hiss.
