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Getbig Main Boards => Gossip & Opinions => Topic started by: Stark on April 02, 2013, 08:57:21 AM
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Last try for me to see if you faggots can come up with some respectable music for once.
Fake edit: Stop lecturing me on decapitated, I know their greatest album was Winds of Creation.
Expansion of the ever increasing universe
Thins down imperfect pictures
And certainty of the tangible existence
Trickles between fingers
Entering the center of the point.
Physical reality dies
Giving birth to the new order.
Negating all that has ever been said for good.
So what are we?
Attracted by the gravity of the black hole
Veiled by the faith in words
Proud of the promised immortality.
Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination
Will ring with countless screams
Uniting in a sneer
Coming from the empty throne.
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All that shit sounds the same.
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I thought for a moment this was going to be a song written by Booty about how she felt when Lee Priest dumped her (no pun intended).
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I thought for a moment this was going to be a song written by Booty about how she felt when Lee Priest dumped her (no pun intended).
Oh, I think you meant that pun.
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All that shit sounds the same.
only to you it does, I hear all kinds of differences in each song.
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only to you it does, I hear all kinds of differences in each song.
The performers certainly seem emotionally invested in their topic but I find myself unable to empathize with their plight owing to their indecipherability. I acknowledge that the singer seems less than entirely satisfied and would perhaps be willing to marshall a sympathetic sentiment if he would agree to meet me halfway and point out exactly where the offending monkeywrench has fouled a particular cog. Failing this, I extend to the gentleman a genuine buona fortuna and wish him the best of success in his future endeavours.
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Last try for me to see if you faggots can come up with some respectable music for once.
Fake edit: Stop lecturing me on decapitated, I know their greatest album was Winds of Creation.
Expansion of the ever increasing universe
Thins down imperfect pictures
And certainty of the tangible existence
Trickles between fingers
Entering the center of the point.
Physical reality dies
Giving birth to the new order.
Negating all that has ever been said for good.
So what are we?
Attracted by the gravity of the black hole
Veiled by the faith in words
Proud of the promised immortality.
Hysteria at the moment of sudden illumination
Will ring with countless screams
Uniting in a sneer
Coming from the empty throne.
great vocals
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The performers certainly seem emotionally invested in their topic but I find myself unable to empathize with their plight owing to their indecipherability. I acknowledge that the singer seems less than entirely satisfied and would perhaps be willing to marshall a sympathetic sentiment if he would agree to meet me halfway and point out exactly where the offending monkeywrench has fouled a particular cog. Failing this, I extend to the gentleman a genuine buona fortuna and wish him the best of success in his future endeavours.
;D
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The performers certainly seem emotionally invested in their topic but I find myself unable to empathize with their plight owing to their indecipherability. I acknowledge that the singer seems less than entirely satisfied and would perhaps be willing to marshall a sympathetic sentiment if he would agree to meet me halfway and point out exactly where the offending monkeywrench has fouled a particular cog. Failing this, I extend to the gentleman a genuine buona fortuna and wish him the best of success in his future endeavours.
Nice :D
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Good man yourself