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[DCM]
Chief Deputy Sub Assistant Trainee Squig Handling Intern
So, not only is the Global Economy screwed, but people are losing jobs, losing houses, Swine Flu is here to kill us all, Chelsea were apparently robbed in a match, and the President is a Demy-Crat, but almost every British MP has been found out as a greedy little chancer with their snout in the trough of expenses claims (shyeah, like that was a surprise!
Even worse, GW are increasing prices, Privateer Press have seemingly abandoned their original mission statement with a re-write of the rules, AND plastic models, Rackham have gone under, and Uwe Boll is still somehow making (bad) films. And to top it off, Russell Brand reckons he is ruining the 4th Pirates film by playing Jack Sparrow's Brother! (Please God, I know I'm meant to be an atheist, but I promise to believe if you strike that tit down and stop him!). And of course, rather than tackle the pressing issues of the day, the press would far rather focus on the marriage breakdown of instantly forgettable 'celebrities' thus keeping people stupid and allowing the whole mess to constanty renew itself.
So basically we are all screwed, and have one way tickets to hell, labelled express. So what to do I hear you cry? How can we hold our chins up high like good Englishmen and maintain the stiff upper lip we are famous for? And just how can we encourage our wayward sons, the Americans, to keep their plethora of lethal weapons oiled and ready come the eventual collapse of Western Civilisation?
Simple....I give you The Piranhas, and Tom Hark. If this song doesn't cheer you up, you might as well just go and top yourself now, as there is no chance of you not going bonkers when it all we have built comes crashing down around your ears.....MAESTRO!
You have to laugh, or else you'll cry.
You have to live, or else you'll die.
You have to laugh, or else you'll cry!
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I swear to God, if I ever see one of that ridiculous band's songs in visual form ever again, I will rip my own heart out, and ingest it raw through my nose.
"And what is wrong with their life? What on earth is less reprehensible than the life of the Levovs?"
- American Pastoral, Philip Roth
Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed - knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.
smiling Assassin wrote:I swear to God, if I ever see one of that ridiculous band's songs in visual form ever again, I will rip my own heart out, and ingest it raw through my nose.
sA
ok, your on, but only if you promise to show a vidblog afterwards.
n'oublie jamais - It appears I now have to highlight this again.
It is by tea alone I set my mind in motion. By the juice of the brew my thoughts aquire speed, my mind becomes strained, the strain becomes a warning. It is by tea alone I set my mind in motion.
"And what is wrong with their life? What on earth is less reprehensible than the life of the Levovs?"
- American Pastoral, Philip Roth
Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed - knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.
Sorry to try and pull you out of your grey little world, but we got though the Great Depression (which was worse than this GFC), and swine flu has killed only 60 people worldwide. More than that probably die from normal flu every day.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Cheese Elemental wrote:Sorry to try and pull you out of your grey little world, but we got though the Great Depression (which was worse than this GFC), and swine flu has killed only 60 people worldwide. More than that probably die from normal flu every day.
Oh he knows, he just wanted an excuse to play his Tom Hark video.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
Here's the lyrics. Not much help, and kind of irrelevent since it's easier to understand what your average death metal band is singing about than that guy's managing.
Tom Hark lyrics
You never know what hits you till your black and blue
you never get the picture til the movie's through
and even if you do it doesnt mean a thing
you're only gonna play it like a fool again
The whole things daft, I dont know why
You have to laugh or else you cry
You have to live or else you die
You have to laugh of else you cry
You tell yourself you're sick and tired of getting burned
and then you realize youre never gonna learn
you think youre gonna get it but you just dont know
you want it but forget it cause you move too slow
The whole things daft, I dont know why
You have to laugh or else you cry
You have to live or else you die
You have to laugh of else you cry
We all need time
to unwind and get away
far from ourselves
everyone, everyday
The whole things daft, I dont know why
You have to laugh or else you cry
You have to live or else you die
You have to laugh of else you cry
Ask.com pulls through again! Take that Google!
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IS SOMEONE GETTING THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST THE BEST OF YOU?
Anuvver fing - when they do sumfing, they try to make it look like somfink else to confuse everybody. When one of them wants to lord it over the uvvers, 'e says "I'm very speshul so'z you gotta worship me", or "I know summink wot you lot don't know, so yer better lissen good". Da funny fing is, arf of 'em believe it and da over arf don't, so 'e 'as to hit 'em all anyway or run fer it.
"And what is wrong with their life? What on earth is less reprehensible than the life of the Levovs?"
- American Pastoral, Philip Roth
Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed - knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.
Mad Doc Grotsnik wrote:I dunno who the person is, but it's a kick arse song which pretty much sums up my feelings toward the world today
You probably feel that way because you were unemployed for a while and the best job you could manage was a cab driver. Sorry to be frank.
People are like dice, a certain Frenchman said that. You throw yourself in the direction of your own choosing. People are free because they can do that. Everyone's circumstances are different, but no matter how small the choice, at the very least, you can throw yourself. It's not chance or fate. It's the choice you made.
"I.. I know my time has come" Tethesis said with a gasp, a torrent of blood flowing from his lips.
"No! Hang on brother!!" Altharius could feel the warmth slip away from his dear sibling's hands
Tethesis's reached out his bloodied arm to Altharius's face.
"I..I have one final request"
Altharius leaned close to listen, tears welling in his once bright eyes.
"make sure th..they put my soulstone in a tank... it'll be... real fethin' cool"
"Yes, you're gonna be the most fethin' cool tank!!" burning hot tears streaked down Altharius's face, as he held his brother's soul in his grasp.
A Western Version (not country thats for pretty boy rocker wannabees who sound like yodeling manginas)
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The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
[Thanks to James Mason for corrections]
[ More Williams Hank Jr Lyrics ]
-"Wait a minute.....who is that Frazz is talking to in the gallery? Hmmm something is going on here.....Oh.... it seems there is some dispute over video taping of some sort......Frazz is really upset now..........wait a minute......whats he go there.......is it? Can it be?....Frazz has just unleashed his hidden weiner dog from his mini bag, while quoting shakespeares "Let slip the dogs the war!!" GG
-"Don't mind Frazzled. He's just Dakka's crazy old dude locked in the attic. He's harmless. Mostly."
-TBone the Magnificent 1999-2014, Long Live the King!
I see your Hank Williams Jr. song, and raise you a Johnny Cash Apocalypse ditty:
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse.
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound. When the man comes around.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.
I'll see your Johnny Cash and raise you "It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by REM (aka the 'drunk frat boys screaming Lenny Bruce song').
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
In the dark future, there are skulls for everyone. But only the bad guys get spikes. And rivets for all, apparently welding was lost in the Dark Age of Technology. -from C.Borer
I only heard that Cash song once, as a theme to Dawn of the Dead (I think Ving Rhames movie). It was so creepy cool I thought it was fake.
REM's too happy. It makes me clap and want to laugh at Goth kids.
-"Wait a minute.....who is that Frazz is talking to in the gallery? Hmmm something is going on here.....Oh.... it seems there is some dispute over video taping of some sort......Frazz is really upset now..........wait a minute......whats he go there.......is it? Can it be?....Frazz has just unleashed his hidden weiner dog from his mini bag, while quoting shakespeares "Let slip the dogs the war!!" GG
-"Don't mind Frazzled. He's just Dakka's crazy old dude locked in the attic. He's harmless. Mostly."
-TBone the Magnificent 1999-2014, Long Live the King!
[DCM]
Chief Deputy Sub Assistant Trainee Squig Handling Intern
I shall raise you a song by master lyricist, Jarvis Cocker.
Auschwitz to Ipswich.......
They want our way of life. Well they can take mine any time they like. God knows I know, I ain't living right. I'm wrong. Oh I know I'm so wrong.
So like the Roman Empire fell away. Let me tell ya we are going the same way. All behold the decline and fall. All hold hands with our backs to the wall.
It's the end. Why don't you admit it? It's the same, from Auschwitz to Ipswich. Evil comes, I know from not where. But if you take a look, insider yourself Maybe you'll find some in there.
Not one single soul was saved. I was ordering an Indian Take-Away. I was spared whilst others went to an early grave. Got Stoned. Yeah, went out and got stoned.
Well if your Ancestors could see you standing there. They would gaze in wonder at your frigidaire. They had to fight just to survive. So can't you do something with your life?
It's the end, why don't you admit it? It's the same the same from Auschwitz to Ipswich. Evil comes. I know from not where. But if you take a look, insider yourself. Maybe you'll find some in there.
Here it comes. Why don't you embrace it? You lack the guts, needed to face it. Say goodbye to the way you've been living You never realised, you were on the wrong side. Nobodies going to win.
They want our way of lives. Well they can take mine any time they like.
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Cheese Elemental wrote:Sorry to try and pull you out of your grey little world, but we got though the Great Depression (which was worse than this GFC), and swine flu has killed only 60 people worldwide. More than that probably die from normal flu every day.
agreed swine flu is no more dangerous than vanilla flu, but last i checked there was 155 in mexico alone, and that was a few weeks ago. admittedly i doubt that number has risen... or maybe that was the number of mild cases in ontario...
MDG: I saw Jarvis at an instore at Rough Trade this week. SOOOOOOO good. I've got his new album, pre-release. B)
And the real lyrics to the Tom Hark song are as follows:
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
We all love Leeds
Ad infinitum.
Opinions are like arseholes. Everyone's got one and they all stink.
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