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Sunday afternoon
Manitoba February
Watching curling
With Mom and Dad
Just another
Typical Manitoba
February Sunday
With Mom and Dad
Late February
Watching curling
Sunday afternoon
With Mom and Dad
Sunday afternoon
Manitoba February
Watching curling
With Mom and Dad
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Palms in the Dirt
02:05
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Throw them palms
Throw them in the dirt
I’ll ride this steed
to the ends of the earth
I got no money
so I’m riding an ass
My steed’s a donkey
Do you have to ask?
Swing open them gates
Get out of my way
I’m here for deliverance
Hell’s on its way!
Palms in the dirt
You better slim down
For the eye of the needle
I got a six foot frame
And skinny as a weasel
Throw off your rags
Climb out of your cave
Or I’ll send you back
And you won’t be saved
Palms in the dirt
My kingdom came
Your kingdom cum
Get your mind out of the gutter
And I’ll do the same
Don’t talk about Martha
Or her sister, Sue
Don’t talk about Mary
Cuz I like her too
Swing open them gates
Get out of my way
I’m here for deliverance
Hell’s on its way!
Palms in the dirt
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There was a room that was full of like eight mimics and a bunch of like um greater mimics running around. It sucked. Like I did well on it but I was like damn there's a lot of fucking bitches in this place. Um killed 'em all. There was a room to the right that was inaccessible no matter how I tried. I was like Fuck it, I don't give a shit. There was like no panel to hack or anything. It was just like a door. And I was like K not gonna bother with it. Fuck it. Now later on I realize what I was supposed to do- but it's alright. I was supposed to drop down from the room above it and open it from the inside. But, whatever, it's fine.
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I used to feel angry
All the freaking time
I was pretty good at hiding
How bad it always was
I used always hum
A tune inside my head
It sounded like I was happy
But that was a freaking lie
I got sick
I nearly died
I got a new part
In my heart
An aortic valve
I named Dave
I used to be bitter
All the freaking time
I tried to hide it behind
Constant cynicism
But now I don't
Feel like I'm going to
Freaking snap
All the damn time
I got sick
I nearly died
I got a new part
In my heart
An aortic valve
I named Dave
So here's to Dave
And all the things he's gave
Saying yes to things
Like in that one Jim Carey movie
So here's to Dave
And all the fun shit
We've done together
Because being alive is fucking rad
I got sick
I nearly died
I got a new part
In my heart
An aortic valve
I named Dave
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A long time ago
When the earth was green,
There was lots going on
At the high school scene.
One special day
So I’ve heard tell,
There was nary a sound
From the old Duncan bell.
And this is the story
I’ll relate to you,
About three teen-age boys
With a plan that they grew.
As a practical joke
In their ultimate year
They’d steal the bell
They held oh so dear.
Well, on that fine day
They remained after school,
Having earned a detention
For playing the fool.
When their penance was done
They climbed up the stairs
And into the attic
Full of old papers and chairs.
And out to the tower
Overlooking the ground,
Being so careful
To make not a sound.
Their smiles were broad
And their eyes all a-glow
As they thought of the joke
They were about to bestow.
They gathered some rags
‘Round the clapper they wrapped,
Tied up with some string,
Now their joke was well capped.
They took a few pictures
To record the event,
Then tip toed down stairs
And homeward they went.
Next morning was bright
In a glorious May,
The three gathered at school
For the surprise of the day.
Mr. Cutforth came out
With demeanor so stern,
And pulled on the rope.
Boy, did his face burn!
As he tugged on the rope
Three boys nearly died
Of laughter and watched
As the principal tried.
Now, that is the truth
That I wanted to tell,
Of the time when no sound
Came from Duncan’s big bell.
Were you there at the time
When silence rang out?
Do you remember that time?
Did you send up a shout?
So who were those boys,
Those musketeers three?
Who plotted this deed?
Well, one of them’s me.
The other two lads
I’ll not give them away.
But I know their names
To this very day.
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