Showing posts with label groove the arcade 🦄🐿. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groove the arcade 🦄🐿. Show all posts

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Dada poem 6

 Tenth th gently bent run Gary sung

He try then vent run fund h g run run eggs dBm

The run he meh n get runs  he tenth eh run he grunt

Wynn gene they tent run fund run tents 


The gen tents egg net get st d they fund generate the th

Brand the then sunny an gym agent gen gym tend guns

Hydrants burn gen sync sync the the g sg sg dgd g dgd 

My fund he tnx um henchmen h and dum dumb them


My sch bc nd gd gdngd gd  gangs he gen gangs gen gen

The venue tnx gang sync  gen tents NYC tech and tents

Under he tnx gang the the g stem he that st sync 

 hehe mgmt mums  bend HD GMC gen they sync the 

Thursday, January 30, 2020

"Creeping Death" Metallica


"Creeping Death" Metallica


Slaves
Hebrews born to serve, to the pharaoh
Heed
To his every word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliverer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now
Let my people go, Land Of Goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong, down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

I
Rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood
Lamb's blood, painted door, I shall pass

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Владимир Набоков К России

  Владимир Набоков К России Отвяжись, я тебя умоляю! Вечер страшен, гул жизни затих. Я безпомощен. Я умираю От слепых наплываний твоих. Тот,...