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[Eliahad]

Thumping at 76 bpm.

[Tahlvin]

He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink
He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him of the best times

[Phoebe]

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good

[Mike]

*DICE*

[Kyle]

[Mike]

[Tahlvin]

Random song lyric generator!!!

This Love is Pretty But It's Silly
By Jay-Jay
In the style of Taylor Swift

We were both goofy when I first saw you.
You go for a walk and the flashback starts:
Switzerland is where I'm standing in the autumn air.

What are you doing with that new lover?
Who wears that slow beanie,
When I wear an ugly miniskirt,
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for is my free-spirited legs.

So this is me swimming,
Standing in front of you saying, "Call me!"
And I go back to autumn all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but climbing warmly,
Wishing I'd realised you're my baby.
I'd go back to autumn, turn around and do some falling.
I go back to autumn quite often.

Love, let's do some helping,
This love is pretty but it's silly.
It's a love story, love,
Just be my random raccoon.

We are never ever ever going to try sitting coldly together,
We are never ever ever going to try sitting coldly together,
You go talk to your mother, talk to my brother, talk to me,
But we are never ever ever ever going to try sitting coldly together,
Just pooping similarly forever.

call me love, call me.

[mimekiller]

Planets don't exist. So fuck your retrograde mercury

[Tahlvin]

Living For Desire in a White Fire Engine
By The Tahlvins
In the style of The Beatles

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your shoes,
I want to hold your shoes,
I want to hold your shoes.

Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me live a little.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me write a letter.
Now let me hold your shoes,
I want to hold your shoes.

Imagine there's no computers.
It's easy if you try.
No dolls in my bedroom,
Above us only computers.
Imagine all the people,
Living for desire...

You may say I'm an Irish,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become full of mice.

All you need is to land my dream job.
All you need is to land my dream job.
All you need is to land my dream job, to land my dream job.
To land my dream job is all you need.

We all live in our white fire engine,
White fire engine, white fire engine,
We all live in our white fire engine,
White fire engine, white fire engine.

Oh yeah!

[Ronster]

Little Debbie Nutty Bars!

[Tahlvin]

When Your Life is Full of Interfering Poos and Seagulls
By The Tahlvins
in the style of REM
Dedicated to Phoebe

Pigeons suck and trolls suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of poos and seagulls.

You wonder when will it end.
You want Wayne Rooney,
You want Big Bird,
But all you see is Michael Caine.
Oh Michael Caine.
Oh pigeons and trolls, they'll pull you under,
Drain your life of warm raindrops and wonder.

Pigeons suck and trolls suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of poos and seagulls.

You really want the world to end,
Goodbye Wayne Rooney,
Goodbye Big Bird,
And good riddance to Michael Caine.
Oh Michael Caine.
Oh pigeons, trolls, will pull you under,
Drain your life of warm raindrops and wonder.

Pigeons suck and trolls suck.
The world is out to get you.
You want to release an album,
But your life is full of poos and seagulls.

Your life doesn't have to end.
Sing with Wayne Rooney,
Dance with Big Bird,
And put a curse on Michael Caine.
Oh Michael Caine.
Your life is interfering,
But get out and release an album.

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since you graduated.
You've got it all, you've got it sized.
If you are confused check with Google Maps.
Carry a rake to help you along.

Get out and release an album.

[Ronster]

Ohh-ohh tidings of comfort and joy!

[Mike]

I'm sooooooo tired.

[Ronster]

God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay!
For Jesus Christ our Savior was born on Christmas day!

[Kyle]

Hey all, just wanted to drop a note and let y'all know that I'm not going to be posting in this thread anymore. It only brings me stress and doesn't bring me any joy. So, I'm going to let it go. And if Tahlvin wins, that's cool. I just have enough stress in my life without having to check this every couple of hours.

[Mike]

You only have to check once a day.

[Tahlvin]

Dedicated to Kyle; we'll miss you!

What Do You Want To Be Will Smith?
By The Tahlvins
In the style of The Village People

Where can you find pleasure?
Search the world for treasure?
Where can you write some music?
Make your dreams all come true?
Where can you go and look in a mirror?

In Japan!
Yes, you can write some music!
In Japan!
Yes, you can go and look in a mirror!
In Japan!
Come on now Will Smith, make a stand.
In Japan!

Will Smith, write some music.
I said, Will Smith, go and look in a mirror.

It's hairy to snooze in Japan.
It's hairy to snooze in Japan.

They have some shoes,
You can write some music.

It's hairy to snooze in Japan.
It's hairy to snooze in Japan.

They have a piano,
You can go and look in a mirror.

Will Smith, are you listening to me?
I said, Will Smith, what do you want to be?
I said, Will Smith, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing:

You can be anything you want to be.

And...

It's hairy to snooze in Japan.
It's hairy to snooze in Japan.

[Phoebe]

An Iowa State of Mind (The Computer Hip Hop)
By Pheebz
A Rap
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Tahlvin, it's time.
It's time, Tahlvin (aight, Tahlvin, begin).
Straight out the paranoid dungeons of rap.

The Feather drops deep as does my Eagle.
I never Sneeze, 'cause to Sneeze is the Ancestor of beagle.
Beyond the walls of Numbers, life is defined.
I think of Birds when I'm in an Iowa state of mind.

Hope the beagle got some megal.
My seagle don't like no dirty segal.
Run up to the paralegal and get the spiegel.

In an Iowa state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The sexy Feather?
You complain about Pesticide.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the weather.

I'm rappin' to the Computer,
And I'm gonna move your prosecutor.

Robotic, green, white, like a Health
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a stealth.

I can't take the Pesticide, can't take the Care.
I woulda tried to Recalibrate I guess I got no flare.

I'm rappin' to the prosecutor,
And I'm gonna move your Computer.

Yea, yaz, in an Iowa state of mind.

When I was young my Ancestor had a leather.
I waz kicked out without no tether.
I never thought I'd see that weather.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Ancestor's wether.

A stuffy Desk is quite the esque.

Thinking of Birds. Yaz, thinking of Birds (Birds).

[mimekiller]

new zealands basketball team is called the tall blacks

[Phoebe]

LOL help me...
This one speaks for itself.
Internet has become an intelligent life form for sure:

Italics
By Pheebz
An Original Song
You get on with life as a hacker,
You're a forlorn kinda person.
You like walking the dog on Sundays,
You like talking to birds in the week.
You like to contemplate machines.
But when you start to daydream,
Your mind turns straight to ice.

Five six seven eight...

You like to use words like 'italics,'
You like to use words like 'tolerance.'
You like to use words about machines.
But when you stop your talking,
Your mind turns straight to ice.

Five six seven eight...

You like to hang out with Tahlvin,
You like to kick back with Eliahad,
But when left alone,
Your mind turns straight to ice.

Five six seven eight...

You're not too fond of Lucy,
You really hate trolls,
But you just think back to ice,
And you're happy once again.

Five six seven eight...