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  • but I would walk 804.627km and I would walk 804.627 more, just to be the man who walked 1609.344km to fall down at your door
    Luka_Megurine
    Luka_Megurine
    DADADUHDA
    Locklaklazarii
    Locklaklazarii
    When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be,
    I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next you
    When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
    If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you
    And if I haver up, yeah I know I'm gonna be
    I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you
    To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood. And then you have to suck their blood. It's like a whole big sucking thing.
    Invidia
    Invidia
    Cause everyone loves to suck apparently.
    Daisie
    Daisie
    Wow. Life AND death have to both suck.
    I lassi ner andë, i salquë né laiqua, 
    i lohti vinneva ner hallë ar vanyë, 
    ar mí aldëon cala né cenna 
    elenion mi lumbuli sílala. 
    Tindómiel né liltala tanomë 
    lindalenen halda simpo, 
    ar cala elenion né loxeryassë, 
    ar mi fanarya rilya. 


    Tanomë Beren tullë ringë orontillon.
    Ar vanwa ranyanes nu lassi,
    ar yassë i Eldarinwa sírë sirnë 
    vantanes er ar nyérala. 
    Tihtanes imbi lassi vinneva 
    ar cennë áyanen lóti laureva 
    collaryann’ ar hamparyar,
    ar loxerya ve lumbulë hilyala.


    Lúc’ envinyatanë lumbë taluryat 
    yar or ambor ner umbartaina ranya;
    ar et amenta pold’ ar linta, 
    ar rahtanë isilmë mirilyalanna.
    Ter lanyainë tauri mi Eldamar 
    quildëavë yurnes liltala talunten,
    ar hehtanë s’ eressëa er ranya 
    lammalóra taurissen lastala. 


    Hlarnéro tanomë rimbavë rimpa lamma 
    talion ve quildië ve [linden]-lassi, 
    var lindalë lamyala nu talan, 
    muinë unquissen rihtala. 
    Sí hessë caitar i vinne-vaini,
    ar min apa exë fírela lammanen
    lussala lantanë i ferinyë lassi 
    I hrívëa tavassë wilwa. 


    Sanceros voro, ranyala haira  
    yassë lassi loaron tiucavë acáitië, 
    calanen Isilo ar alca eleno 
    ringwëa Meneldë iryala. 
    Telmerya tinnë isilmenen 
    ve ambonna tár’ ar haira  
    liltanerë, ar har taluryat acáitië  
    hísië telpeva iryala.  


    Írë hrívë vánë ellelyanerë, 
    ar linderya leryanë i linta tuilë, 
    ve ortala lindo, ar lantala mistë, 
    ar fifírula nén [bubbling]. 
    Cennero Eldarinwa lóti tuiar
    harë taluryat, ar né ennestaina 
    milyanero har së lilt’ ar linda
    salquenna útarsala.  


    Atayurnerë, mal linta tullero, 
    Tindómiel! Tindómiel! 
    Tultaneros Eldarinwa esseryanen;  
    ar tanomë pustanerë lastala. 
    Er lú tyullerë, ar lúcë
    ómarya carnë senna: Beren tullë
    ar mandë lantanë Tindómiellenna 
    i rancuryatsë caitanë mirilyala. 


    Írë Beren tirnë henduryatsë  
    i lumbulissen loxeryo, 
    iryala silmë i fanyarëo 
    cennero tanomë ñaltaina tínala.  
    Tindómiel i Eldarinwa-vanya,
    ilfirin vendë Eldarinwa-saila  
    rimni së lantanë huinëa loxerya 
    ar rancu ve telpë ilcala.


    Anda né i tië i umbar collet, 
    or sarnë oronti ringë ar sindë,
    ter mardi angainë ar mornë fendassë, 
    ar tauri lómilumbiv’ arillórë.
    I peryala ëari imbë te caitar,
    ananta tyelimavë omentanentë exa lú,
    ar andavë yá oantientë oa 
    i tauressë lintala nyérelórë.
    How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar? The ten-dollar founding father without a father. Got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter, by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter, and every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter, then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain, put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain. Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man, took up a collection just to send him to the mainland. Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?
    Windsock
    Windsock
    I'm not sure if that should be sung or gangsta-rapped.
    Boethiah
    Boethiah
    Aaron Burr?
    Locklaklazarii
    Locklaklazarii
    (Windsock- Rapped)


    Gade:


    Seventeen seventy-six
    New York City
    Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?


    That depends, who’s asking?


    Oh, well, sure, sir
    I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir
    I have been looking for you


    I’m getting nervous


    Sir, I heard your name at Princeton
    I was seeking an accelerated course of study 
    When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours
    I may have punched him it’s a blur, sir
    He handles the financials?


    You punched the bursar?


    Yes, I wanted to do what you did
    Graduate in two, then join the revolution he looked at me like I was stupid I’m not stupid


    So how’d you do it, how’d you graduate so fast?


    It was my parent's dying wish before they passed


    You're an orphan, of course I’m an orphan
    God, I wish there was a war
    Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for


    Can I buy you a drink?
    That would be nice


    While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice
    Talk less


    What?


    Smile more


    Ha


    Don’t let them know what you're against or what you're for


    You can't be serious


    You wanna get ahead?


    Yes


    Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead


    Yo yo yo yo yo
    What time is it?


    Show time


    Like I said


    Show time, show time
    Yo, I’m John Lauren's in the place to be
    Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m workin' on three, uh
    Those redcoats don’t want it with me
    'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free


    Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette
    The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
    I came from afar just to say bonsoir
    Tell the king casse-toi
    Who’s the best, c’est moi


    Brrrah, brraaah I am Hercules Mulligan
    Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said come again


    Ay, lock up ya daughters and horses, of course
    It’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets (wow)


    No more sex, pour me another brew, son
    Let’s raise a couple more to the revolution


    Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college


    Aaron Burr


    Give us a verse, drop some knowledge


    Good luck with that, you’re takin' a stand
    You spit, I’m 'a sit
    We’ll see where we land (boo)


    Burr, the revolution’s imminent, what do you stall for?


    If you stand for nothing Burr, what’ll you fall for?


    Oh, who are you oh, who are you oh, who are you?
    Oh, who is this kid, what’s he gonna do?
    As I descend into myself I find me in every conceivable way, every thing. As I attempt to reach out to them I find myself ever blackened by the shadow of the things I try to repress and forget, always there, always lingering. I know that the only way to reach myself is to cross this black abyss. I am afraid, not of the darkness, but of what I will be on the other side. So I ever remain on this Island of isolation, waiting, forever waiting.
    As I look into what I perceive to be the location of my fears, I expect it to be full of many things... instead it find nothing. A great expanse of nothing, I scream into the oblivion and nothing is heard. I reach out and nothing is felt. Then I realize I do not fear the oblivion rather I fear walking into it. I fear the nothingness that I must pass into, that I must become.
    As I descend into myself I find me in every conceivable way, every thing. As I attempt to reach out to them I find myself ever blackened by the shadow of the things I try to repress and forget, always there, always lingering. I know that the only way to reach myself is to cross this black abyss. I am afraid, not of the darkness, but of what I will be on the other side. So I ever remain on this Island of isolation, waiting, forever waiting. 
    Boethiah
    Boethiah
    " [COLOR=rgb(123,0,89)]As I look into what I perceive to be the location of my fears, I expect it to be full of many things... instead it find nothing. A great expanse of nothing, I scream into the oblivion and nothing is heard. I reach out and nothing is felt. Then I realize I do not fear the oblivion rather I fear walking into it. I fear the nothingness that I must pass into, that I must become.[/COLOR] "
    Locklaklazarii
    Locklaklazarii
    Yes, I already posted that.
    The more and more I take a critical look at America today, the more disappointed I grow.
    Boethiah
    Boethiah
    Nope, but close. The one with the -got at the end
    Locklaklazarii
    Locklaklazarii
    I'm uncultured-got, Fascist, both with roots in sticks and Rome
    SimpleGuy
    SimpleGuy
    Yeah taxes aren't bad but it is bad when it goes towards a welfare system that allows people to simply live off of it. In today's world we as tax payers are now paying for people to sit around and not work because they are living off of our money.
    when ever life gets you down


    keeps you wearing a frown


    and the gravy train has left you behind


    and when your all out of hope


    down at the end of your rope


    and nobody's there to throw you a line


    if you ever get so low 


    that you don't know which way to go


    come on a take a walk in my shoes


    never worry 'bout a thing


    got the world on a string


    'cause I got the cure for all of my blues
    Boethiah
    Boethiah
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    and my troubles start melting away
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    and the happy times are coming to stay

    I gotta sing and I dance
    when I glance in my pants
    and the feeling's like a sunshiney day...
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    and everything is going my way.
    Locklaklazarii
    Locklaklazarii
    Everybody
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    And my troubles start a-meltin' away
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    And the happy times are coming to stay

    Yeah, I got great big amounts in the place
    where it counts
    And the feeling's like a sunshiney day
    I take a look at my enormous penis
    And everything is goin' my way (my trouser
    monster)
    Everything is goin' my way (my meat is
    murder)
    Everything is goin' my way (size doesn't
    matter)
    Everything is goin' my waaaaaay

     
    Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
    we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
    We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
    then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
     
    When I was just a baby my mama told me. Son,
    Always be a good boy, don't ever play with guns.
    But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die
    When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry...
    But baby I've been here before,


    I've seen this room and I've walked this floor,


    You Know I used to live Alone before I knew ya.


    And I've seen your flag on the marble arch,


    And love is not a Victory march,


    It's a Cold and it's a Broken...
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