I got nothing for you
You can look under my rug
I got no smack for you
You’re entranced from that drug
I got no tears for you
I got nothing to worry about
I got no fear for you no-no-no
My guns I just lay around
My body is aching inside out
And my nose is always cold
Am I still 24
Or am I starting to grow old?
Am I growing old?
Suicide is just a state of mind
Not for me, I’ve got places to hide
Day to day, nights are wicked
Stealing is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today
Where’d I leave my knife?
No-no-no-no
I’ve got nothing for you
Nothing for you

Art by Ekbellatrix (I love their art too much!!)

I presume this art is by Saber, so throw them some love!

Art by FluffKevlar *too many people think this person’s name is just FK, that needs to change, lol!*

This work of art is by Smiju

Anyone know the artist? I want to give this masterpiece credit!

Art by Smileeeeeee (I think 7 E’s is right, but I couldn’t zoom in tumblr to actually verify and had to go from memory, since I’m pretty high and that’d be effort)

Art by Adam Wan dudes, and dudettes.

Art by Wyla

Art by Caffeinatedcreep


This amazing art is by Gorsha
I’m gonna get probably 10 posts up today, maybe some song lyrics to some pretty good TSOL songs, who knows what I’ll post though
So if I use that queue thing, can I set it so it uploads for me, to post premade photo sets? I havn’t been using tumblr nearly as much as I want because of shit data and sadness, lol
So how have you all been doing?
I guess here are some lyrics to a pretty good song or something, but written in a probably gramatically incorrect format.
Up the back door, bitch I dig your anal cavity, your ass is my… FUCK. Only death is your reality. Now’s the time for sister’s termination, the real thing is breathless as our communication. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is my final quest, find you in a dumpster, bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead. Death and defication in the after hours, death and defication in the to where I’ll bring you flowers, death and defication when you’re here with me. Pretty girls make the blood I love to drink. Sister sodomy, sister of death, the burial ground is your final quest, find you in a dumpster with a bullet in your head, your ass all tore up, I love you dead.
Lori Meyers used to live up stairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we’d play forbidden games
At nine years old there’s no such thing
It wasn’t recognition of her face,
what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen.
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts I felt that I could save
Who the hell are you to tell me how to live?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time
I ain’t no Cinderella, I ain’t waiting for no prince to save me,
In fact until just now I was doin’ just fine
And on and on
I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor of the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control
Now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where’s the problem?
There’s so many of us
There’s so many of us
There’s so many
[x4]
Let’s have a war
So you can go and die!
Let’s have a war!
We could all use the money!
Let’s have a war!
We need the space!
Let’s have a war!
Clean out this place!
It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!
There’s so many of us
There’s so many of us
There’s so many
[x4]
Let’s have a war!
Jack up the Dow Jones!
Let’s have a war!
It can start in New Jersey!
Let’s have a war!
Blame it on the middle-class!
Let’s have a war!
We’re like rats in a cage!
It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!
There’s so many of us
There’s so many of us
There’s so many
[x4]
Let’s have a war!
Sell the rights to the networks!
Let’s have a war!
Let our wallets get fat like last time!
Let’s have a war!
Give guns to the queers!
Let’s have a war!
The enemy’s within!
It already started in the city!
Suburbia will be just as easy!
There’s so many of us
There’s so many of us
There’s so many
[x8]
I’ll have several posts up later tonight, maybe around 9 or so (eastern standard) and I’m about to upload the lyrics to a song by Fear
Where have all the children gone?
How long must the search go on?
See them on the milk carton
someone stole their only son
abducted from their place of play
it seems to happen every day
almost like it’s done for pay
but who’s to know and who’s to say?
posted in the corner store
two missing children, maybe more
their age, their height, the clothes they wore
and just what the witness saw
most of them are never found
although a few will come around
in garbage or the river drowned
sometimes six feet underground
abduction
abduction
abduction
abduction
abductors must be really sick
something in their heads went “click”
a message from some late-night flick
or even some backwoods, red-neck hick
the schools are going on patrol
‘cause now the thief is on a roll
they’re adding up and taking toll
abductor must not have a soul
where have all the children gone?
How long must the search go on?
See them on the milk carton
someone stole someone’s son
abducted from their place of play
it seems to happen every day
almost like it’s done for pay
but who’s to know and who’s to say?
Infinate
Fall
Announced
Night
In
The
Woods
Will
Be
Avaliable
On
Mobile
Phones
In
2018
I
Have
A
Phone
Eeeeeeeeee
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