There’s some great footage here. But what I love most is/find most remarkable about this:
In “Below my Feet” there’s a couple of lines that go like this:
I was told by Jesus all was well
So all must be well
But here, there is one instance here where he sings instead:
I was told by Jesus I’d be well
But I’m not well
And it just gives me goosebumps.
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Snail of La Snancha (I, Don Snixote)
Based on ideas brainstormed with a good friend. :}
[CERVANTES]
I shall impersonate a snail! Come, enter into my imagination and see him. Shriveled, hollow-faced—eye-stalks that burn with the fire of inner vision. He conceives the strangest project ever imagined—to become a snail knight, a snight-errant, and sally forth into the world righting all wrongs. His name: Don Snixote de La Snancha!
[DON SNIXOTE]
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world:
Thou art base and debauched as can be,
And a snight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Snixote, the Lord of La Snancha,
My destiny calls and I go:
And the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward,
Oh, whithersoever they blow.
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go!
[SANCHOLY PANZOLY]
I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
I follow my master 'til the end
I'll tell all the world proudly
I'm his squire! I'm his friend!
[DON SNIXOTE]
Hear me, heathens and snizards and serpents of sin:
All your dastardly doings are past,
For a holy snendeavor is now to begin,
And snirtue shall triumph at last!
[DON SNIXOTE / SANCHOLY]
I am I, Don Snixote, the Lord of La Snancha, / I'm Sancho! Yes, I'm Sancho!
My destiny calls and I go / I follow my master 'til the end
And the wild winds of fortune will carry me onward / I'll tell all the world proudly
Oh whithersoever they blow! / I'm his squire! I'm his friend!
[DON SNIXOTE & SANCHOLY]
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go!
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We three kings of Orient are
one in a taxi
one in a car
one in a scooter
bibbing his hooter
following yonder star
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Weebasmas Day 12 - All I want for Weebsmas
On the day of Weebsmas, Star and Luna gave to me — a weeby Christmas carol to bring me glee.
It finally rhymed! And now, without further ado, on this last day of Weesbmas, aka Weebsmas day, I bring to you another weebsmas carol for the books. This time, to the tune of All I Want for Christmas. I hope you enjoy our alternate lyrics.
I don’t want a lot for Weebsmas,
There is just one thing I…
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stumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen
stumbling through a cup of ambition
and yawn and stretch and stumble into life
stumble in the shower and blood starts stumblin’
out in the streets, the traffic starts stumblin’
for folks like me stumbling 9 to 5
STUMBLIN’ 9 TO 5
stumbling a way to make a living
barely stumblin’ by
it’s all stumblin’ and no standin’
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We're a few weeks early, but fuck it.
(To the tune of "September," by Earth, Wind & Fire)
Do you remember?
When I stuck your left hand in a blender
We were discussing the terms of surrender
As I diced your fingers awaaaaaaay
[AAAAAAH, THE PAIN!]
I said, "DO YOU REMEMBER!?"
[OHHHHHH, GODS NO!]
YOU led me to dismember!
[AAAAAGH, PLEASE STOP!]
And this is why you have to paaaaaaaay!
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While shepherds washed their socks by night,
All seated round the tub,
the Angel of the Lord came down
And taught them how to scrub.
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