A maiden rode her kraken to the depths of the lake,
To a cave in the darkness where the wind never breaks,
There's a wall painted black with the ink of nocturne,
And she waited in the abyss for her lover to return;
As the salmon danced merrily by the light of the moon,
The animals danced wildly in the cold dark lagoon,
Until a silence did pierce the blithesome lake,
For there's no man can save you when the wind does not break;
And the beast did return without muzzle or chain,
And began to undertake a ritual arcane,
As the tentacles snapped at the clandestine flesh,
She began a great struggle from her meat to her chest;
As the salm
GREEN DAY
American Idiot, Reprise, 2004
As a sixteen year old, I'm in the vast minority to say what many so called 'true' rock fans have been saying for almost eight years, but I have to make this point known; American Idiot is utter bilge. From punk's birth in the late 70s, an unwritten rule was drawn up that a punk band must never engage in the uppity and neo-classical activity of writing a concept album. American Idiot proves why. Green Day used to be phenomenal; Good Riddance and Basket Case would easily make my top 100 songs. But like the Red Hot Chilli Peppers at about the same time, a brilliant band turned sour when they got too full
When I Stop Lovin' You Lyrics by Beanzie01, literature
Literature
When I Stop Lovin' You Lyrics
When a leopard eats grease proof paper,
And a tiger gets eaten by a mouse,
When the Pope wears a condom, Micah Richards gets capped,
And an Englishman builds a house,
When John Sergeant falls into a vat of rice pudding,
And a monkey drowns in Mtn. Dew,
That'll be the day when I stop loving you;
When PK Sadist stops being a prick,
And Lady Gaga gets eaten by a cow,
When an elephant jumps and Jack Dee smiles,
And a Frenchman keeps his vows,
When the next episode of YGOTAS,
Is uploaded to Youtube,
That'll be the day when I stop loving you;
I'm gonna love you forever and ever and ever,
And ever and ever and ever,
And ever and ever
It's nine o'clock on a misty January morning. The sun is hiding behind a grey veil as a light drizzle falls on the cold hard brick entrance to West Kirby Residential School. I am relieved to lay my hat in its warmest room, Mr. Hulme's classroom, the heat blazing like a furnace as I am greeted by my first subject.
Sitting on the table opposite me, six foot tall and dressed in camo with a matching sunhat, is my best friend Kyle Roberts. At about five past nine, sporting a Mallen streak and a shirt reading 'Sha-Ting!', is another good friend of mine, Jake Carrington. These two students are not half an hour away from embarking on the trip of a l
Oh blue haired goddess, why do you not see,
That at your shrine, I worship on my knees,
You make feel complete and so carefree,
Without you in my life my heart would freeze,
Although I may be way out of my league,
You still comfort me when I need a friend,
You never are a bringer of fatigue,
And all the problems that you help me mend,
I want to thank you for your kindest words,
That pick me up when I am down and low,
For I may be a sick autistic nerd,
Until you cover me in your shadow,
And then I feel like nothing can harm me,
For Pearl, I love you, why do you not see?