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• 1986-09-08
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• Atop a cliff overlooking the sea
Member Since
• 2004-10-10
Occupation
• Dreamer//Tea Drinker//Graphic Designer
Real Name
• Joshua
Personal
Achievements
• Made you smile
Anime Fan Since
• I was a young lad
Favorite Anime
• Beck, FLCL, Fruits Basket, Love Hina, Nana
Goals
• Find my paradise
Hobbies
• Drinking on my kit, Drumming pictures, Drawing tea
Talents
• Drumming, Making food disappear, Making myself disappear
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Are those tears of joy?
Well, I think this will be the last of the W-T-F series... for now. This one is a couple verses longer and is more of a Love ballad. *gasp* I'LL USE THIS AS MY SERENADE WITH MY DRUMS! Oh kick-ass idea. I've been practicing playing the guitar with my feet on the hi-hat pedal and bass drum pedal so I get a mediocre percussion beat at the same time. It doesn't sound that bad actually. Score! What an idea. I can't wait to serenade!
So yeah, this version has a slower tempo, softer vocals and you will soon find out, more meaningful lyrics.
W-T-F 3
All the words are friggin' wrong
But all the wrong is trigger right
Bang your heads and sing along
No sanity needed, we'll dance tonight
Bangle Soda
Slimy Chitter
Cardboard boxer
Moisture Glitter
Envelope Lick
The paste of taste
Tennis matches
Staying chaste
Alert the priest
The jeans are gone
Evaporate
And then respawn
Turn around
Pop the grounds
Lots of fire
Noisy sounds
Eyebrow Whistles
Makes nose go deaf
Hire a cook
Fire the chef
Bulletin board
Girrafe puke
The King, The Leader
Emporor, duke
Chorus
Stunt double pie
Chewy dirt
Immune to stains
Never hurts
Dr. Meoff
First name Jack
We whack we smack
We thwack the pack
Rhinodactyl
and Chimpanebras
Lucky numbers
For a Libra
Wooden plastic
At the mall
Above the shelf
That's four ft. tall
Drop the brick
Break the throne
Brittle Peanut
Favourite bone
Shove the old
Step on the young
Incinerate
Pepper tongue
Chorus
Cook it raw
Flavour fry
I kill you
Until you die
Cabinet handle
Rust to green
Trade your Rolex
For a spleen
Veggie-table
Veggie-chair
The seat is cold
No underwear
Violin strings
Boomerangs
Sweet potato
Bloody fangs
Don't ignore
The silent yell
Sharpened drum
No one to tell
60 watts
Forty huhs?
The guard forgot
Where he was
Chorus
Just start kidding
She'll see the sock
Thanks for nothing
Please don't knock
Vibrant dust
Upon the books
Both girls and guys
Give me the looks
Red ink blot
On coffee mugs
Thief in question
Simply shrugs
Strawberry flavoured
Earring candy
Turns the kiddies
Super dandy
Sorceror socks
Don't ever clean
Detachability
Vibrant teen
Don't look now
Your boot is stuck
Shout it loud
What the *laughter*
©2004 enin
*sigh* I dedicate this one to everyone who's single and/or in love. May your dreams gently sweep you away or mercilessly tackle you down, whichever makes you happier.
I'm actually going to record myself singing this. Eventually. I'm not the best singer nor am I the best guitarist. I'm doin' it anyway!
Cheers then. Have a lovely day.
*skips away humming W-T-F*
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