Infinate
Fall
Announced
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Abolish Government
It’s nothing to me
Forget about god
He’s not here to see
We live by a system
A perfect mold
People perfect people
Who are poor and old
Lives were spent on the ladder of success
Working for nothing in this
In this worthless mess
Presidents a name
Presidents a label
Highest man on the government table.
America
Land of the free
Free to the power of the people in uniform
People are so blind they just can’t see
Send your son to boot camp
Send him off to war
If he comes back he’ll be dead and nothing more
Struggle for a land, for a country, for a freedom
All you mindless people looking for someone to lead them
Wake up to the same old shit
Live your life to suit their fit
Some people they don’t like your hair
Policemen they just don’t care
Snipers that want to be
Rifle sights are aimed at me
Wake up silent majority
The government they don’t want us here
You folks can’t feel that fear
You can walk the streets today
You can walk in your own way
People think that I’m crazy
These people just can’t see
Wake up silent majority
Live your life
Day by day
Doing everything
That they say
Silent majority
Promote freedom
Let it be heard
Don’t forget that its only a word
Silent Majority
When you gonna wake up?
I was going to post the lyrics to Blinded by the light by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band, but there were too damn many words for tumblr to handle
Because of this Hurricane thing, my power has been out since, like, 4:45pm Eastern Standard, and I made bacon with a propane camp stove, and I have candles burning in my living room, so my house smelled suuuper good
Also it’s pretty windy out here, who would have guessed
Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen,
Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said “son if it was up to me”
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said “son, don’t you understand”
I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there, he’s all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
I’m a charger that charges through the night,
Like an orange bolt of lightning passing everything in sight.
I’m the best pal the duke boys ever had,
I’m thunder on the highway lookin’ bad, bad, bad.
I’m a knight, like the kind in shining armor,
With my polished body gleaming, I’m a fighter and a charmer.
If trouble comes your way just ask for me,
My friends all know me as General Lee.
I’m the Gerneral Lee,
A piston pumpin’, steel belted cavalry.
I’ll never let you down when you’re riding with me;
Buckle up and I’ll show you what I mean.
Take a look back there:
Sirens blownin’, red lights flashin’ everywhere;
We’ll cross the fields and we’ll be running free,
They’ll eat dust compliments of me:
The General Lee
I’m a hero, and that’s how I’ll make you feel
When you’re riding shotgun with me and the law is at your heels.
I’m glory bound, but when the chase is done,
I’ll take off through the mountains and have fun, fun, fun.
I’ve got style, tearing through the curves;
Let my flag wave proudly to the people that I serve.
I’m number one, and I will always be
The pride of the South they call the General Lee.
I’m the Gerneral Lee,
A piston pumpin’, steel belted cavalry.
I’ll never let you down when you’re riding with me;
Buckle up and I’ll show you what I mean.
Take a look back there:
Sirens blownin’, red lights flashin’ everywhere;
I’ll jump that pond and we’ll be running free,
And they’ll go swimmin’, compliments of me:
The General Lee
The General Lee
General Lee
Sorry I havn’t posted much recently, I hate sprint! Ugh, I’ll try to post tonight around 3 am, also fuck Irma, because ugh. Florida, why.
I want to win something, I need enough points to do it, the first place person has 1,000 something, I have over 6,200 followers
Get it?
So, my understanding is, you click this link, and look at some stuff being sold, or maybe make an account, I’m not sure which, so I’d say both, they don’t send you emails other than if you message people, and when you create an account or list stuff
Okay? Here’s the link
http://www.armslist.com/?utm_source=c000031&utm_medium=plink&utm_campaign=p663703
If you want, you can reblog this, because yeah
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the Casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy
Okay, so, I was bored, so I was doing accents, I can only do a few (a modern-southern drawl, a vague eastern european sort of thing similar to Polish mixed with Russian, a half assed chicano sort of thing, because Florida, and an okayish Australian accent)
Either way, I was doing the Australian one, like, wow, I can kinda do this, and it sounds convincingish, just occasionally I either say things with my American accent, or fuck up because I try to pronounce something too hard(?) And I started saying the lyrics to songs to try to get better at it
And then I started just saying my thoughts outloud in my fake accents, and I noticed something,
How the fuck do Australians say Bulgaria
Please tell me how Australians say Bulgaria
I will reward you with the most australian thing I can think of, a kangaroo with a mohawk
*sorry about the steriotypical joke at the end, had to, also, kangaroos were on your pennies for a while, so it’s not my fault.
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway forty-one
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin’
I’m leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
I’ll try to post some today, sorry, sprint kind of sucks, I barely get connection at my own house, and my broadband is out at my house, and I’m lazy and keep putting it off, and I think that’s all of my excuses
Voldemort and Harry start fighting
Harry drops his wand
Voldemort is like eh FUCK YOU MUAHAHAHA
AND THEN HARRY PULLS OUT A GLOCK
Boom. That’s what we call conflict resolution.
Alright, before I get started, I want you to read the whole thing, it’s not going to be crazy long, but, it’s gonna be a little, idk, 2017 clicé? It’s covering a topic that I have been seeing around Ybor, and that’s what I’m going to cover, this is going to be a ramble, but a meaningful ramble, just an FYI
I’ll try to keep stuff where I’m adressing people gender neutral like always, but I’m still going to say dude, and if you don’t like that, SUCK IT UP IT’S 4 LETTERS
(Revision: I said dude, like, once, in all of this (there’s no down arrow so pretend there’s one))
Quick note incase you’re seeing this as a reblog, I post yiff, and some people really dislike furry porn (which is called yiff) so I wouldn’t suggest scrolling through my blog if you decide to message me, also I’ve uploaded dick pics before, so if you don’t want to see those, repeat the above steps.
So, as many of you know I’m straight, so I’m asking for anyone, straight, or from any part of the LGBTQ+ spectrum (get it, spectrum, sorry) to answer, because it’s legitimately bothering me a little bit
The LGBT (I’m cutting then name short because it’s 4:11, and I figured typing a little less would get me to bed a little sooner, even if it’s 2 very representative characters, that I just used 6 lines to explain why I’m keeping it short) flag is traditionally red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple (because people go PURPLE instead of indigo and violet, ROY G. BIV MY DUDES.)
Recently, a new flag has been going around, and around my town, you don’t really see the flag, unless I drive southeast about 10 ot so miles to Ybor, but ybor has a large and awesome LGBT community. I was going to type something here, but I forget what it was, so I’ll get back on to my point
The supposed new LGBT flag is black, brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple (I’ll just start calling it the BBROYGBP flag, because that’s easier)
The BBro you get it, we’ll keep it even shorter, is also supposed to represent people of different races and ethnicities inside and outside of the LGBT spectrum, as, from what I understand, the flag is supposed to represent everyone, even straight people, like a unity thing (though I prefer to see it as a LGBT only thing, because unifying with those who face the same social issues as you seems more imporant)
Adding black and brown is supposed to bring in race, but there are tons of races, I am white, but I have north african, syrian, and mediteranian on my great grandmother’s side, so that alone is, like, 4 different races, like 2 or 3 could be condensed into something as simple as black and brown (and also I’m white, I look very German, but with olive skin)
Doesn’t adding 2 more colors kind of, like, single people out?
Isn’t that a problem with an idol that’s supposed to unify people (yes, I believe the flag is an idol, because it serves as more than just some measly old flag, like a national flag to a patriot)
Seriously? Why would you want a flag, that is supposed to support unity, singling out specific skin colors?
If you have any reasonings that make more sense than what I’m saying let me know, because I’m really curious about that.
Wellll, I guess it’s 4:30 now, so my rant that has probrobly been going on for close to a half an hour is over, lET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK
This blog is more of a means of storage, if I know the artist, I’ll start putting their name in the description
If you didn’t care
What happened to me
And I didn’t care for you
We would zig-zag our way
Through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain
Wondering which of the
Buggers to blame
And watching the pigs on the wing
*The other three songs*
You know that I care
What happens to you
And I know that you care
For me too
So I don’t feel alone
Or the weight of the stone
Now that I’ve found somewhere safe
To bury my bone
And any fool knows a dog needs a home
A shelter from pigs on the wing
These aren’t in order:
1. Brown Eyed Women, The Grateful Dead:
“Tumble down shack in Bigfoot county, snowed so hard the roof caved in, Delilah Jones went to meet her god, and the old man never was the same again”
2: I Was Only 19, Redgum
“Someone yelled out "Contact” and the bloke behind me swore, we hooked in there for hours, then a god almighty roar, and frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon, god help me, he was going home in june"
3: The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Gordon Lightfoot
-the whole song, 29 people drowned
4: Timothy, The Buoys
-Though not real, the song is about being in a cave in, and eating their friend Timothy, but it is a really up beat, but sad song
5: When the Tigers Broke Free, Pink Floyd
-the whole song is sad, it’s about Roger Waters’ father being killed in combat
I saw Alien Covenant with 3 friends, and had to explain the entire movie from the beginning