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May 2017

May 4, 2017 1 note

Been listening to the Grateful Dead and Velvet Underground a bit more than usual.

May 4, 2017
May 3, 2017 510 notes
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April 2017

Rocky Mountain High, John Denver

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care
It keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long

But the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye
Rocky mountain high (Colorado)

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear
Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend
Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more
More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly
Rocky mountain high

It’s Colorado rocky mountain high
I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky
Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high
Rocky mountain high

Apr 26, 2017 1 note

I accidently uploaded one of the posts from yiffomatic on here, oops, I caught it and deleted it, then posted it in the right place

Apr 24, 2017 3 notes
Apr 24, 2017 1,015 notes
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Apr 21, 2017 430 notes
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It’s 4/20 in Australia, does that mean it’s already time to smoke?

Apr 19, 2017 4 notes

When I go out to Utah, I’m gonna spend a night in a cave, for Jerry Garcia, because why not?

Apr 15, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 2 notes
God damn amazing story

So, me and my best friend were at Busch Gardens, and we were yelling at people on the skyride (because we’re abnoxious assholes) and me, the Night in the Woods super-fan, yells RIDE THE CHARRIOT, and there was an old couple, and they yelled “we are” then I realized they were fucking. They then yelled “HALF A MILE HIGH CLUB” and I fucking laughed so hard my friend dropped his cigarettes.

Apr 14, 2017 8 notes
Finally, a #1 song! But it's in Austrian German! (Rock Me Amadeus, Falco)

Uh, rock me Amadeus

Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der großen Stadt
Es war in Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat

Er hatte Schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Er war Superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair

Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus

Es war um siebzehnhundertachtzig
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn

Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk

Er war Superstar
Er war populär
Er war so exaltiert
Genau das war sein Flair
Er war ein Virtuose

War ein Rockidol
Und alles ruft noch heute:
Come and rock me Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Come and rock me Amadeus!

Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus
Come and rock me Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus, Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus - oh, oh, oh - Amadeus

Amadeus, Amadeus!
Amadeus, Amadeus ..

Apr 11, 2017 2 notes
Brandy (you're a fine girl) - Looking Glass

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say “Brandy, fetch another round”
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”

“Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)

“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”

Apr 11, 2017 2 notes
Hey You - Pink Floyd

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight

Hey you out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high
As you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you’re told
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me?
Hey you, don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Apr 10, 2017 2 notes

Who wants to donate some pizza? I want plain cheese, extra cheese, pepperoni with extra cheese, pepperoni and bacon with extra cheese, extra bacon with extra cheese, or all of these things with cheesy crust, ooh, and cheese fries, or cheese fry pizza. Or a burrito, and a pizza, chimichanga? french fries and a double cheeseburger and pizza? Either way, I want tasty food. CHICKEN WINGS AND PIZZA

Apr 10, 2017 1 note
Is grunge a different language? Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana

Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s overboard, self assured
Oh no I know, a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah

Hey, yay

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift, I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido, yeah

Hey, yay

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low [x3]
Hello, hello, hello

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an Albino
A mosquito, my libido

A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial
A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial

Apr 10, 2017 3 notes

Sorry that sometimes I might accidently upload the same pic more than once, at least I don’t reupload the same photo set (as far as I’m concerned)

Apr 10, 2017 2 notes
Apr 10, 2017 284 notes
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Story time

Okay, so I had a crazy super detailed dream last night, and I’m going to go over it how I remember it.

It all started with my walking with some guy, I knew them really well in the dream, and we got a long really well, that’s why I say I think I knew him, though now that I’m awake, he’s not familiar at all, okay now, back to the dream

Me and this dude are walking, in a familiar place, not sure where, I think it was either in front of a hotel, or at the International Plaza (Tampa, you know, cause I live a few miles north of there, like, 2-4 miles.) I’m not 100% sure where we were, but I knew the place

Me and him are talking, and he says he knows how to make someone who is oblivious to you, or who even hates you, be almost best friends with you in less than an hour, so, though I was dreaming, I was still like, dude, that’s bullshit no you can’t

So we walk up to 2 girls, all I can remember was one was a blonde and one had black hair, and they were both wearing black shirts, don’t really remember anything else about them

And as most girls that are 18-20 would react, they were sort of rude, but even in real life, that’s understandable, because 2 random ass guys were talking to them

That’s when my friend (friend?) started talking to them, and introducing himself and I, while they were trying to avoid him, but he wasn’t really adressing them, just sort of loudly saying things in their direction, not yelling, just speaking loudly

Then eventually, when the girls realized we weren’t hitting on them, and he was just trying to make conversation, they stopped, and they asked why he was being so abnoxious, and he told them the same thing he told me, that he could make anyone friends with anyone

So, like normal humans, they were like, dude, no fucking way, shut up, but they were intrigued, so he’s rambling, telling them stuff, asking them stuff, then we all just kind of talked about random stuff, you know the kind of weird crap young adults talk about (but not stuff I normally would even think of talking about)

So me, the guy, and the 2 girls are suddenly at my house, I don’t remember if we drove there, or if we walked there, or what, I’m presuming that we walked, because both of the girls had wet clothes and wet hair, nothing obscene was showing, other than those folds even fit people get when they arch their back sitting, and I had my shirt off

So we’re all talking, sitting on my bathroom floor (we’re sitting in my bathroom, that’s where we sat for some reason when we got to my house, and I’m near the door, the girls are in front of me, and the guy is behind them

So we’re all talking for a few hours, my sister her boyfriend, and my parents aren’t home at any point, and we’re talking, and I’m noticing that I’m catching feelings for the black haired girl this whole time, but not announcing anything to anyone about it

So later on, we’re all sort of shuffling around, like we’re getting ready to leave, well, them, because I live at my house

And the black haired girl and I are talking, and I’m begging her not to leave yet, because I want to hang out with her (at some point in the dream, I learned their names, but I don’t remember shit)

She tells me she thinks I’m cool, but she wants to wait until I join the army (this is just one of those weird dream things, even though I’m probrobly going to join the Nat'l Guard, and the mechanics post closest to me is only like a quarter mile away, so that’s handy)

So I’m, like, begging this girl to stay, and she writes something on my mirror, don’t recall what, but it was something, and she touches my chest (remember I’m shirtless, I suppose that’s not important, but still), then both of the girls leave, and then it’s, like, some long period of time later, not sure how long, my guess is a couple of years

And I remember me and the guy are walking through a foggy, sort of dilapidated neighborhood, sort of like the one across from my best friend’s apartments, but the houses are farther apart, imagine it like some island nation, hispanic neighborhood, sorta foggy (imagine a run down hispanic neighborhood in egypt lake/leto florida, with the houses farther apart, but the style of some of the houses is sorta like old east tampa)

Then we’re talking, and appearently, me and him are still friends with these girls, so we’re talking about the blonde one, and I’m happily anticipating talking to the black haired girl, and we walk up to the black haired girl’s house, and I knock on the door, or my buddy does, idfk, someone knocked on the door

She comes out, I tell her I enlisted, she tells me to wait outside for a moment, she leaves the door open, and walks away, inside of her house (obviously, she isn’t walking to fucking Burger King)

So me and my buddy are standing there, on her porch, with a white painted little guard rail, then all of the sudden, boom, me and the guy sitting outside of some random house down by a creek, and there’s an open garbage bag, like ripped open, I walk up to it, and there’s a 1 gallon milk jug with a face cut into it, or maybe melted into it, like those creepy electric banks, you know the ones, then boom, I woke up, at like 4 or 5 in the morning.

The dream ended there, like that, and I’ve been thinking about it since I was forced to wake up again at 6:45

Apr 10, 2017 3 notes

Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead! You better stay home, and do as you’re told! Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

Apr 6, 2017 3 notes
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March 2017

Little Pink Houses - John Mellancamp

There’s a black man with a black cat
Living in a black neighborhood
He’s got an interstate running’ through his front yard
You know, he thinks, he’s got it so good
And there’s a woman in the kitchen cleaning’ up evening slop
And he looks at her and says:
“Hey darling, I can remember when you could starve a flower”

Oh but ain’t that America, for you and me
Ain’t that America, we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, oh for you and me

Well there’s a young man in a T-shirt
Listenin’ to a rock ‘n’ roll station
He’s got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says: “Lord, this must be my destination”
‘Cause they told me, when I was younger
Sayin’ “Boy, you’re gonna be president”
But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

Oh but ain’t that America, for you and me
Ain’t that America, we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses, for you and me, oh baby for you and me

Well there’s people and more people
What do they know, know, know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooo yeah

And there’s winners, and there’s losers
But they ain’t no big deal
'Cause the simple man baby pays the thrills,
The bills and the pills that kill

Oh but ain’t that America, for you and me
Ain’t that America, we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me, ooo, ooo yeah

Ain’t that America, for you and me
Ain’t that America, hey we’re something to see baby
Ain’t that America, oh the home of the free,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Little pink houses babe for you and me, ooo yeah ooo yeah

Mar 30, 2017
Dazed And Confused, Led Zeppelin

Been dazed and confused for so long it’s not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Lots of people talk and few of them know
Soul of a woman was created below, yeah

You hurt and abused tellin’ all of your lies
Run around sweet baby, Lord how they hypnotize
Sweet little baby I don’t know where you’ve been
Gonna love you baby, here I come again

Every day I work so hard
Bringin’ home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
Don’t know where you’re goin’
Only know just where you’ve been
Sweet little baby, I want you again

Been dazed and confused for so long, it’s not true
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you
Take it easy baby, let them say what they will
Will your tongue wag so much when I send you the bill

Mar 27, 2017 2 notes

I like to know what the songs I listen to are about, which I can normally do woth the lyrics, but not always, That song I uploaded on sunday is appearently about the original artist (Falco) doing cocaine, and appearently it makes more sense in German, (you know, because Austria or something) I guess it’s lost in translation, then again, maybe not.

Mar 27, 2017

This is more of an art blog than a porn blog now, even though it’s always been the same type of pictures, porn, and still is porn, if that makes any sense. Made more sense in my head.

Mar 27, 2017 1 note
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I’ll try to get some yiff up later!

Mar 26, 2017
Der Kommissar - Falco

Zwei drei vier one two three
Its easy to see
But its not that I don’t care so
Cause I hear it all the time
But they never let you know
On the TV and the radio
She was young her heart was pure
But every night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet
She come rappin’ to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singin
Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
You’re in his eye
And you’ll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

She said babe you know
I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends
But my street understanding
Was just enough to know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with the others in the subway

Singin’
Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
And you don’t know why
You say your life
Is gonna make you die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Well we meet Jill and Joe
And brother Herr
And the whole cool gang (and oh)
They’re rappin’ here they’re rappin’ there
But she’s climbin’ on the wall
Its a clear case, Herr Kommissar
‘Cause all the children know
They’re all slidin’ down into the valley
They’re all slipping on the same snow

Hear the children
Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
He’s got the power
And you’re so weak
And you’re frustration will not let you speak

Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
Then you’ll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh
Don’t turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar’s in town, oh oh

Mar 26, 2017

They should have flashmob orgies called sexplosions.

Mar 23, 2017 9 notes

The average transistor radio has 5 transistors. 5 of them. Five.

The A8 chip in an iPhone has 2,000,000,000. 2 billion. Two billion.

Damn technology.

Mar 15, 2017 2 notes
Wind of Change - The Scorpions

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change

Mar 13, 2017 2 notes
Heartbreaker/Living Loving Maid (She's Just a Woman) Led Zeppelin

Hey fellas, have you heard the news? You know that Annie’s back in town?
It won’t take long just watch and see how the fellas lay their money down.
Her style is new but the face is the same as it was so long ago,
But from her eyes, a different smile like that of one who knows.

Well, it’s been ten years and maybe more since I first set eyes on you.
The best years of my life gone by, here I am alone and blue.
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love;
But I’ll just keep on rollin’ along with the grace from the Lord above.

People talkin’ all around ‘bout the way you left me flat,
I don’t care what the people say, I know where their jive is at.
One thing I do have on my mind, if you can clarify please do,
It’s the way you call me another guy’s name when I try to make love to you.
I try to make love but it ain’t no use.
Give it to me
Give it

Work so hard I couldn’t unwind, get some money saved;
Abuse my love a thousand times, however hard I tried.
Heartbreaker, your time has come, can’t take your evil way;
Go away, Heartbreaker.
Heartbreaker!
Heartbreaker!
Heart!

With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman

Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down

Alimony, alimony payin’ your bills
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
When your conscience hits, you knock it back with pills
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman

Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down

Tellin’ tall tales of how it used to be
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
With the butler and the maid and the servants three
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman (ah, I’m kidding man)

Nobody hears a single word you say
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
But you keep on talkin’ till your dyin’ day
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman

Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round
We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down

Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman
Livin’, lovin’, she’s just a woman

Mar 12, 2017 3 notes
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I should have another photo set later tonight, maybe 2 or 3, but this song is 25 minutes long, so, yeah, it’s gonna wait, because I’ve gotta upload them from my phone, can’t wait until I get a laptop, and a real job, not just $160 a month taking care of my dogs

Mar 11, 2017 2 notes
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Being, as Homer Simpson would put it, upper lower middle class, has tought me a bunch, but one thing, it’s really raised my tolerance for spicy food

I used to not be able to handle any amount of spice, like, legit, when I was like 5, I could only eat mild wings, and I still needed blue cheese

But since my dad went from a 80k to 30k salary a few years ago, I’ve been eating more microwavable food, instead of cooking, because I’m normally by myself, that or I’ll cook easy stuff

Today, I was eating mexican food, right? I wanted this one salsa, because I’m not into the chunks in the regular stuff, so they advise me against it, saying most people can’t handle it, but I was like, meh, whatever, I’ll suck it up

It wasn’t even spicy

Habañero peppers legitimately weren’t spicy to me.

Neither are buffalo wings or tobasco sauce

This is what my life has become

I can be one of those people on TV who eat the shit so spicy your nose hair practically burn out

The only problem? That really spicy shit doesn’t normally taste very good to me.

Did you know General Tso’s chicken is supposed to be spicy?

That’s all I had to say, I should have some photo sets up here in a few minutes, I’ve been pretty busy for the past 3 weeks, so uploading isn’t something I’ve remembered to do as much as I used to, but I’ve still been doing it. I’m a good noodle

Mar 11, 2017 1 note
Shine on You Crazy Diamond (I-IX)- Pink Floyd

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I’ll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we’ll bask in the shadow of yesterday’s triumph,
sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine

Mar 8, 2017 1 note

Come to decide that the things that I tried
Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone
Come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe that we rely on
When I lay it on
Come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh
Now listen what I say, oh
When will I know that I really can’t go
To the well once more time to decide on?
When it’s killing me
When will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When it’s killing me
What do I really need
All that I need to look inside
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
Come back and hey oh
Look here what I say oh
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
When to descend to amend for a friend
All the channels that have broken down
Now you bring it up
I’m gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on
Come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice
Hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
I got your hey oh
Listen what I say, oh
The more I see, the less I know
The more I like to let it go
Hey oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey, hey, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, tell my love now
Hey, hey, yeah, oh yeah, tell my love now
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there’s nowhere to go
Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it’s so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there’s nowhere to go
I said hey oh yeah, oh yeah
Tell my love now
Hey, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Mar 5, 2017 4 notes

February 2017

Whiskey in the Jar - Grateful Dead

As I was a-goin’ over Gilgarra mountains
I met Colonel Pepper and his money he was counting
I drew forth my pistol and I rattled my sabre
Saying “stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver”

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

The shining yellow coins did sure look bright and jolly
I took the money home and I gave it to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil’s in the women for they never can be easy

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

When I awoke between the hours of six and seven
Guards were standing ‘round me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols, but alas I was mistaken
I fired off my pistols and a prisoner was taken

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

They put me in jail without a judge or jury
For robbing Colonel Pepper in the morning so early
They didn’t take my fist so I knocked down the sentry
And I bid a long farewell to that cold penitentiary

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

I think I’ll find my brother, he’s the one that’s in the army.
I don’t know where he’s stationed be in Cork or in Killarney.
Together we’ll go roving thru the Moutains of Kilkenny.
I dare he’ll treat me fairer than my darling sporting Molly.

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

Some take delight in fishing and bowling
Others take delight in carriage a-rollin’
I take delight in the juice of the barley
Courting pretty women in the morning so early

Musha ringum duram da
Whack-fall the daddy-o
Whack-fall the daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar

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#furry #yiff #furry yiff

Standing there alone, the ship is waiting
All systems are go, are you sure?
Control is not convinced but the computer has the evidence
No need to abort, the countdown starts
Watching in a trance, the crew is certain
Nothing left to chance, all is working
Trying to relax up in the capsule, send me up a drink
Jokes Major Tom, the count goes on
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless, calling, calling home
Second stage is cut, we’re now in orbit
Stabilizers up, running perfect
Starting to collect requested data
What will it affect when all is done thinks Major Tom
Back at ground control there is a problem
Go to rockets full, not responding
Hello Major Tom, are you receiving? Turn the thrusters on
We’re standing by, there’s no reply
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless, calling, calling home
Across the stratosphere a final message
Give my wife my love then nothing more
Far beneath the ship the world is mourning
They don’t realize he’s alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now the light commands
This is my home, I’m coming home
Earth below us drifting, falling
Floating weightless, calling home
Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating weightless calling home
Earth below us, drifting, falling
Floating weightless, calling, calling home
Home, home, home, home, home

Feb 17, 2017 4 notes
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#furry #furry yiff #yiff
Feb 10, 2017 201 notes
#furry #yiff #furry yiff

I heard you crying loud, all the way across town
Cause you been searching for that someone
And it’s me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself

Well, don’t get lonely now, and dry your whining eyes
I’m just roaming for the moment
Sleazin’ my back yard so don’t get
So uptight you been thinking about ditching me

No time to search the world around
‘Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around

Well, I heard it all before, so don’t knock down my door
I’m a loser and a user so I don’t need no accuser
To try and slag me down because I know you’re right

So go do what you like, make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your self-doubt means nothing
Was ever there
You can’t go forcing something if it’s just not right

No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around

No time to search the world around
'Cause you know where I’ll be found
When I come around

When I come around

Feb 10, 2017 5 notes

Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother, do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Ooh, aah, mother, should I build the wall?

Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooh, aah, is it just a waste of time?

Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won’t let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm

Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
Of course Mama’s gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she’s good enough? (for me?)
Mother, do you think she’s dangerous? (to me?)
Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won’t let anyone dirty get through
Mama’s gonna wait up till you get in
Mama will always find out where you’ve been
Mamma’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Ooh, babe, ooh, babe, ooh, babe
You’ll always be a baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high?

Feb 8, 2017 2 notes
Feb 6, 2017 765 notes
#furry #yiff #furry yiff
White Room, Cream

In the white room with black curtains near the station
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment
I’ll wait in this place where the sun never shines

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves
You said no strings could secure you at the station
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows
I walked into such a sad time at the station
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning
I’ll wait in the queue when the trains come back

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes
She’s just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings
I’ll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves

Feb 2, 2017 1 note
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