I can’t believe the news today
Oh, I can’t close my eyes
And make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
‘cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
Broken bottles under children’s feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won’t heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long…
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long…
'cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
tonight…
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
And it’s true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On…
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday…
Is it getting better,
Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you, now?
You got someone to blame.
You say, one love, one life,
When it’s one need, in the night,
One love, we get to share it,
It leaves you, baby, and you don’t care for it.
Did I disappoint you,
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love,
And you want me to go without.
Well it’s, too late, tonight,
To drag the past out into the light,
We’re one, but we’re not the same,
Well we carry each other, carry each other,
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?
Did I ask too much, more than a lot?
You gave me nothing, now it’s all I got,
We’re one, but we’re not the same.
Well, we hurt each other,
And we do it again.
You say “Love is a temple, love a higher law,
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
"You asked me to enter, and then you made me crawl,
But I can’t keep holding on, to what you got,
When all you got is hurt.
One love, one blood,
One life, you got to do what you should,
One life with each other,
Sisters, brothers.
One life, but we’re not the same,
We get to carry each other, carry each other…
One…
One… (yeah-ah)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me
For I must be travelin’ on now
There’s too many places I got to see
If I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn’t be the same
‘Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Bye bye baby, it’s been sweet love, yeah yeah
Though this feelin’ I can’t change
Please don’t take it so badly
'Cause Lord knows, I’m to blame
And if I stay here with you girl
Things just couldn’t even be the same
'Cause I’m as free as a bird now
And this bird you cannot change
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And the bird you cannot change
And this bird you cannot change
Lord knows, I can’t change
Lord help me, I can’t change
Lord I can’t change
Won’t you fly high free bird yeah
Have you noticed funerals are like depressing parites?
Like birthday parties, celebrating a person’s life, because they died.
Welp Jimbo died, get some cake and put him in the corner, we’ll talk about him and cry and eat cake, and get drunk, and a majority of us will get over it and forget about him in a couple days! Yay! Rotting corpse party!
Shit, funeral is comprised of A, E, F, L, N, R, and U, just like REAL FUN, but funerals aren’t fun
P.S. If anyone close to you died recently, I give you my deepest condolences, unless they were a bad person.
*sings beat* *sings guitar* *sings drum* *sings bass* *sings lyrics* *flails arms and head irradically* “this is a library!” *takes out headphones* “sorry” *puts headphones back in and continues slightly quieter*
I think I made this blog on July 16, 2014, so we should have around 5,000 by the 1 year anniversary of my blog.
Cow girl, or reverse cowgirl, I cant remember which is which, whichever is the one where the girl faces you.
She’s a girl I met last year, I liked her since I met her, and as I became friends with her, I fell in love with her, now she is everything to me.
Remember? I don’t do requests.
It’s funny, I feel like crap today, soar thoat, achey back, weak, headache, congestion, lethargia, cold chills, but when I stopped her, put my and on her shoulder, and said happy birthday, and she smiled at me, I felt great, perfect, like I had no ailment, then a little while later I felt like shit again, but either way, seing her beautiful smile, and being in her presence, made me feel great while I was suffering.
I think she seemed happy with the gifts I gave her (mostly money, and a couple other things I already mentioned in the past) I also gave her a card, in letter form (I have horrible hand writing so I had to type it, so I made a manuscript of it)
I meant august of 2014, that, or I met her 4030 years ago, in 2015 BCE, either one is a good answer.
Today is the most beautiful girl ever’s birthday!
THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP IS FOLGERS IN YOUR CUP unless you don’t like coffee like me.
August 20th 2015 (I only remember because that’s Robert Plant’s birthday, not because I’m a creep)
You should totally send asks about the girl I love.
The best part of Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd is when he says “Bye and bye baby, it’s been sweet love, yeah yeah” (I am quoting that straight from Google play music)
Every time it plays that I sing along.
Who wants to tell the girl I love happy birthday for tomorrow?
In 19 days I got 170 emails, only 15 spam ones, 155 legit ones. This is why I don’t give my email on my blog. I don’t want to go from 170 to 1,700
It’s all fun and games until someone loses thier virginity, that’s when it gets really fun.
I hate when I try to explain something and it gets confusing.
Being the most popular person I know of personally (by that I mean of the people I know in person, I am the most popular, mostly online) I know the struggle because I’m most popular for being a well armed smartass furry.
Nude carwashes
Nude, alcohol free, eating establishment (drunk homies are pretty rowdy)
Nude dentist
Nude clothes shop
Nude indoor beach
Nude socialist republic
Nude aerosol can factory
Nude shooting ranges
Nude old timey elementary school
Nude church
Nude nutron reactor
Nude airforce
Nude airline
Nude snow shoveling
Nude lumberjacking
Nude communism
Nude eating contest
Nude state fair
Nude fast food restaurant
Nude shooting range
Nude recruiting office
Nude IT specialists
Nude mechanic
Nude synogauge
Nude pediatrition
Nude lawnmower
Nude hardware store
Nude DMV
Nude library
If you start any of those pay me for giving you the idea
I wonder how many of my follwers are famous… Like seriously, are any of you famous actors or athletes? MORGAN FREEMAN ARE YOU YIFFING? TELL ME!
Why do all love songs that mention hair talk about long blonde hair? I’m in love with a short haired brunette girl. I can’t relate to that! MAKE A SONG THAT MENTIONS HAIR LIKE THAT! If that song you make is rock and decent, say I Inspired you, not for bragging rights, I just like to be appreciated.
Knock Knock.
Who’s there?
Cow.
Cow who?
No, cow moo, owl who.
Her love life is sort of confusing, I’m pretty sure she does at the moment.