Clefo Posted January 24, 2003 Share Posted January 24, 2003 Prooving that A) I have no life B) I am a musical genius I have written another parody song about forums and stuff. This is my fourth song.. I need to make an album Song: Here in the OT Original Song: "Here in Your Bedroom" by Goldfinger Here in the OT I can post my ass off The less that I post Is the less that I can liive I wonder what you think As I lay here on Net I think I know what you're thinking it that "I have no friends" When I get on tommarow Will the forum be the same? When I get on tommarow Will it have changed cause I still need to poooost I, still need to pooost I, still need to pooost Here in the OT I can delve in no life The more that I post Is why I am alone I wonder what you think But I sure don't I just sit here And post and post and post When I get on tommarow Will the forum be the same? When I get on tommarow Will it have changed cause I still need to poooost I, still need to pooost I, still need to pooost *Guitar Solo* Here in the OT I feel safe from the outside I don't know what the sun is but sometimes I post in boooold I wonder what you think But you probably hate meeee I just don't care Because I need this forum When I get on tommarow Will the forum be the same? When I get on tommarow Will it have changed cause I still need to poooost I, still need to pooost I, still need to pooost I, still need to pooost I, still need to pooost Do you? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Homer Posted January 24, 2003 Share Posted January 24, 2003 Well, 1 out of 2 ain't bad... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dark Sad Shadow Posted January 24, 2003 Share Posted January 24, 2003 lolmao nice song man maybe ill write a poem for the posts Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted January 24, 2003 Share Posted January 24, 2003 I originally posted this at Grim Fandango, after my attempt to have a litature forum at Jkii.net backfired horribly. Expensive {verse 1} Passed by the lots the lost impared, broken by the bones were sold and shared, lost in a vision was the mission, could'nt explain why the planes were missing not the fault of the flawed invention not the worst of my best intentions inside I hear a voice ringin' was the fat lady singin'? {chorus} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might give, one last breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow, one last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! {verse 2} One last twist to turn away, one last word that saved the day, magic numbers numeric pictures, broken bottles and boring lectures, puncture wounds and mobile homes, sunlight shadows casting stones, something left from the night before, something left from the life before, {chorus x 2} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might one more breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow! One last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! Darth Groovy, 2000 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth Groovy Posted January 24, 2003 Share Posted January 24, 2003 Originally posted by Darth Groovy I originally posted this at Grim Fandango, after my attempt to have a literature type forum at Jkii.net backfired horribly. Expensive {verse 1} Passed by the lots the lost impared, broken by the bones were sold and shared, lost in a vision was the mission, could'nt explain why the planes were missing not the fault of the flawed invention not the worst of my best intentions inside I hear a voice ringin' was the fat lady singin'? {chorus} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might give, one last breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow, one last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! {verse 2} One last twist to turn away, one last word that saved the day, magic numbers numeric pictures, broken bottles and boring lectures, puncture wounds and mobile homes, sunlight shadows casting stones, something left from the night before, something left from the life before, {chorus x 2} Feeling so indecisive, one more push and I might one more breath and I might live... ...and shine through tomorrow! One last act for the last show, take a bow for the sorrow, one more push and I might go, too expensive to swallow! Darth Groovy, 2000 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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