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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:16:08 GMT -5
Edric Haleen - Is That Too Much To Ask? (An appeal To The American People)
What’s the most important day Of a person’s life?
It’s their birthday.
A day they should be honored. A day to be remembered. A day to be the center Of ev’ryone’s attention. To bathe in their affection. Is that too much to ask?
So I am here, requesting The 323,045,451 people in your nation Show me consideration When it’s mine...
I’m asking . . .
Move my celebration From September to December. Then make my birthday an event -- Make it a holiday! Close all the schools and all the Bus’nesses and governments, Then help my birthday . . . erm . . . My holiday to grow! Please make my holiday a season! Not just a day, but Sev’ral weeks, I think, might do. Let’s start the shopping in November. And while we’re at it, Let’s just go annex Thanksgiving evening, too!
Let’s have songs play from the radios Of ev’ry home and car and store! And let’s have carolers Sing songs of me from door to door! Have choirs and orchestras Give concerts galore! And while we’re feeling festive . . .
When you meet and greet each other For the month before my day, Make acknowledging my birthday Be the norm for what you oughta say! And then heap scorn on those Who do not obey! Even if they do not worship me. Even if they don’t believe in me. Even if they’ve never heard of me. Keep the focus on me!
And if you think you’re losing traction, Please take quick, defensive action. Say the small, opposing faction’s waging
WAR!
on me.
(Is that too much to ask?)
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:17:23 GMT -5
Glen Raphael - Elisha The Prophet
Elisha was a prophet Didn't have no hair Little kids poked fun They got mauled by bears And that's the way it goes when you're the holiest of holies Everybody knows you need respect And circumstances froze us into patterns of behavior We aren't cognizant of danger We're looking for a savior of our own
Elisha met a widow The woman needed cash Took a little oil and added to her stash 'Cause you're multiplying loaves when you're the holiest of holies Normal mathematics doesn't fly Subtraction and division start to get a little stealthy And this widow's getting wealthy While some leper's getting healthy
Poor Sal died near Elisha Lowered to his grave Touched Elisha's corpse, and his life was saved 'Cause things get pretty strange when you're the holiest of holies You can still do miracles while dead And if I ever found a body that was giving life new leases I would go into the business Of selling bits and pieces Of his head
Elisha was a prophet 42, 42 children 42 children mauled by bears.
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:18:22 GMT -5
Emperor Gum - Pyramus
From meeting friendship new Till passion’s fire we grew But your presence’s gone amiss Now you’re rent away by our kin’s rift
True love aloud is drowned So whisper trackless sound Trade sorrow, joy with me Let’s talk of what can never be
We could steal away, Thisbe We could leave tonight, Thisbe Meet at Ninus’ tomb, Thisbe
This crumbling cement screen Is all there is between The dreams we share, Thisbe In Babylon’s walls we’re never free
Let’s run away We’ll run away
Under moon, white mulberry Stained crimson by the blood I thought was all to separate us Till nature’s fangs tore our hopes apart
I promised you we’d always be together One more moment’s pain and then forever I fall on this sword to reach your arms
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:20:40 GMT -5
Jailhouse Payback - The Story Of Xenu And The Revolt In The Stars
i was driving down the road and something didnt feel right like my soul was off, or wound too tight how was i to know it was a thetan that was bothering me?
usually its money or women or work or the wrong kinda pills for the wrong kinda hurt but this time it was an alien's memory
fate led me to big blue and an auditor named steve he gave me a test and told me how i should be and i knew i wanted to be clear
level one and level two led to level 3 and OT 3 and the story of Xenu and the revolt in the stars
you see, xenu was the ruler of the galatic world much like ours but it had too many men so xenu froze their souls with alcohol
and he took that lot to Teegeack, thats what they called earth back then and he dropped em by volcanoes and guess what he did next?
hydrogen boms he let em down blew those thetans all around but their memories were left floating around in the air
these events are known as incident 2 or the wall of fire to me and you or the R6 implant to those who wanna know more
electric ribbons were what xenu used to catch those souls and make em view a movie in 3D for 36 straight days
so we got xenu to thank for world religion catholocism crucifixion all comin outta that wild cinema ride
but eventually xenu was overthrown and put in an electric mountain trap and if that doesnt sound awesome to you? then brother, i dont know know where you're at...
essentially earth is a planet prison a pariah to the rest of the stars i like to think that me and ole' xenu, we're together behind these celestial bars
so in order to live like old L Ron youve gotta get these thetans outta your skull and it only costs about 100 thousand bucks
thats the lesson i learned hard it takes money to learn and learning to love and its all tax exempt because most likely, it. is. true.
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:21:20 GMT -5
Megalodon - Cassandra
Well you're a doomsday prophet when you happen to be You only tell the truth And if you see a boon, you want to howl at the moon And shout it from the roof But like the man of grace in his native place There's no ear for the song you sing So what's the point of knowing what tomorrow may bring If nobody's listening
The stock market will crash in a pile of ash For sure October twelfth But just like Stevie Nicks who’s up to her witchy tricks Just keep your visions to yourself Cause even if you tell everybody to sell They will not save their skin What's the point of knowing what tomorrow may bring If nobody's listening
There's no elation in prognostication If it won't do a lick of good You know for sure and your intentions are pure But everyone you know is still knocking on wood
A modern day Cassandra, you see everything clearly But no one takes your word Apollo's sycophants misunderstanding your rants back-peddling once (it’s) occurred Things could be worse, at least you know it first but that doesn’t soothe the sting Cause what's the point of knowing what tomorrow may bring If nobody's listening
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:22:11 GMT -5
Ross Durand - Sympathy For Hades
Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m the one you’ll never see ‘Till Charon carries you across the Achenar, and delivers your soul to me
I could have been like Zeus on Olympus, or Poseiden in the sea But I’m the brother drew the short straw, so the Underworld went to me
I’m not your Satan, I’m not your devil I ain’t looking to steal your soul It’s just my job to keep you here When it’s finally your time to go
You might be headed to Elysium or the Meadows of Asphodel But if you’re headed to the Fields of Punishment It’s probably just as well
And if should you doubt if Cerberus and I take our job very seriously The reason Sisyphus still pushes that stone - that was me
So if you fear to say my name , cause of something I might do to you You can just call me Pluto, that’s what the Romans do
So please allow me to introduce myself, I’m the one you never see So I guess I got some bad news for you if you’re introducing yourself to me Yeah I guess I got some bad news for you if you’re introducing yourself to me
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:22:32 GMT -5
Rob From Amersfoort - Pygmalion & Galatea
I don't go out much people can be rough speaking to women can be so tough
I stay at home creating my own art females are my muse I give them my heart
in my fantasy they are alive so beautiful be my wife
I don't go out much I've got no self-esteem girls don't seem to like me but I've got my dreams
in my fantasy they are alive bearing my children I will survive
I'm in my studio creating my own art females are my muse they give me their heart
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:23:19 GMT -5
Governing Dynamics - Wax Wings
(Part I - The Labyrinth)
Started with a boy and a girl Blank walls and endless corridors Surely took down the beast, that was the least Of what you were in for
This ball of string unravels Leaves us stranded in the stone When you displease the masters Disaster like you’ve never known
Now they’ve caught me and you We’ve not got much to do But to try to think our way out of this place
You’re poring over wires and springs I’m hanging from this rope and wax wings Untangle us from these old feuds Out of control altitude
With my wings stretched out wide And your blood running cold I’m at the edge of pride and growing old
(Part II - Above Crete)
As I rise up over the mountains The wind passes right through The whole world lies below me I wish that you could see it too Now I’m falling towards the fire Now I’m tumbling in the blue I reach for the horizon But there’s nothing I can do
In a spiral, a spiral A spiral...
(Part III - A Rapid Descent)
I guess I should have listened Now I’ve lost of my lift Feathers turned to ashes And I’m out to drift Never could be satisfied with just enough The wind is really picking up, now...
We dance close to the fire But we never dream we’ll burn You see that climbing chariot? Us kids, we’ll never learn
Out to sea, out to sea, out to sea I spiral out to sea
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:24:37 GMT -5
Mark Humble - Waiting For Persephone
Cold gray wind Across the sky Steals the earth Demeter cries Winter shivers endlessly Waiting for Persephone
Mother Earth Grows nothing Daughter gone Til Spring Shrouded in a frigid veil Waiting for Persephone
Mother dreams Grateful tears Melting ice When child appears Sweetly spring will bloom again With golden green Persephone
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Post by spintown on Feb 22, 2016 19:25:10 GMT -5
James Young - Unbound
He gave us fire Now they're taking him away Fuelled our desire For knowledge and the arts No sacrifice From now on will be wasted But he will pay the price
Cast down from the heavens A fallen deity Left upon a hillside For eternity For eternity
If you looked to the sky You'd have seen a war was raging Other Titans defied And were banished to the depths Then a tiny betrayal And Pandora's box was opened When he gave fire to man He gave fire to man
Suffer forever No longer regal Liver for dinner Feast of an eagle A fate worse than death Until Hercules saved him Now he's unbound again Unbound again
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