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Attention seniors. Before the merriment of commencement commences, I hope that your years with us here at Rydell have prepared you for the challenges you face. Who knows? Among you there may be a future Eleanor Roosevelt or a Rosemary Clooney. And among you young men, there may be a Joe DiMaggio, a President Eisenhower, or even a Vice-President Nixon. But always you will have the glorious memories of Rydell High. Rydell forever. Bon voyage – Principal McGee
What is school? Merely an indoctrination into a system of acceptable thoughts? - Liv Moore
And that brings us to tonight’s word: A WOP BA-BA LU-MOP A WOP BAM BOOM
Alright. Settle down everybody. I know it’s last day of finales and everyone wants to get their summer vacation going, but that clock on the wall says I still have 30 minutes to throw one more starfish back in the ocean. Each and every one of you in my class room owes me 30 minutes. And I want my 30 minutes. And all y’all will give me 30 minutes taken from the face of that clock there on that wall. End of school is a bittersweet time. End of something is the beginning of another. End of life is the beginning of death. End of death is the beginning of a new life. Summer is the death of winter. Summer of love is the end of the winter of fear. Oh Sandy.
It’s only the beginning
Now before I start the movie cause it’s last day and I’m hungover AF, I’d like the class to reflect on the past school year. Many of you came in as freshmen. Many of you enrolled halfway thru the year. I know…it’s hard making friends when the cliques are set in stone after the first week. But isolation is the gift. Member? In Woke University, that’s the first lesson. I hope you learned it. Because when you come to accept that validation from your peers is as worthless as fiat money, and you begin to realize there’s a mysterious spirit moving in mysterious ways to assist in your schoolwork….well, that’s when the fun begins. So, did you have fun this year? I know you learned because you’re still here reading this, but it was kinda fun right? Foxhole comedy. Those tanks can really rock n roll. I know some of you were having fun. Passing notes in the back of the class. Oh yea. Eyes on you, Louise. You were kinda all over the place this year. And to that, what can I say?....you umm….you……ahhhh….you….well, whaddya know. Mr. H is speechless. I don’t think I met anyone with truly no filter. And it’s a beautiful, disgusting, hilarious, gut wrenching, creative sight to see and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. 5 minutes of my life well spent. Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads. But I digress.
I hope you all got something out of your time at Woke U. this year. Otherwise why even come in? I mean the price is right, yes. So there’s that. But time is expensive, so perhaps it wasn’t all free. Maybe you got a little understanding as to why the world seems so chaotic at times. A little light shed on the political and geopolitical news at hand. We’re going to war with North Korea everybody. Run for your lives. No? Something funny happened on the way to the Korean Peninsula? Peace broke out? What about Syria? Is there war there? What about Iran? No? But Bolton says…Bolton says a lot. They all say a lot, but what’s the truth? The truth is GESARA doesn’t happen if there’s war in the world? Well that’s a mighty big carrot, isn’t it? That’s a lot of plata minus plomo. That’s a lot of extra credit. But kudos to you for sticking around. It helps there’s some teachers who give 110% on the reg. Who’s got skin in the game? These ones. On the other hand, doesn’t really help we have crap teachers nullifying the truth with a draconian lesson plan. Those ones that could care less about you succeeding. Ones that “teach” an uninspired curriculum only to prepare you to tow the cabal line. And that brings us to tonight’s word: HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON’T EAT YOUR MEAT?
Here comes another flashback. Movie time. Marcus, can you hit the lights?
Teachers leave them kids alone
I didn’t put together caviar rhymes with guitar. That’s funny. Now I don’t want to throw too much shade, that’s what the kids are calling it right? Throwing shade? I don’t want to do that. It’s kinda the teachers code. Leave it all in the teachers lounge. But waste a moment to think of who are the teachers of the sheeple these days. The news? Isn’t that where most go to get the truth? It’s where we go to find out if I need umbrella ella ella today. What’s the pollen count? How should I vote? Life is too busy for me to research on my own so bring in Don Lemon. Bring on Geraldo. Bring on….Hannity? I need someone to dumb it down for me in 30 minutes or less. Cause I just got off work and the Yankees are on at 5. And tomorrow I’m going to the lake so no can learn then. I don’t want to say we made it easy for the bad teachers, but we made it easy. We sought truth from the monologues of the late night talk shows. We let Bill Nye the science guy lectures us on how climate change is expensive, and we better grown the F up, open up our wallets and take it like a man. In my defense he did have a lab coat. You just can’t buy those anywhere. Coke and mentos? Yeah science, mister white. And that teacher has a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. Damn their trickery. The devil keeps his nails clean. What did you think, he was a boogeyman?
But what ya gonna do? They got tenure. And Woke U. makes its revenue not with tuition but with advertising dollars. So the more students that come thru those Kelly green doors, the lights stay on. It is what it is. That’s the game. You know there’s bad teachers out there pushing a lesson plan that kills creativity with derision and mockery. For every starfish thrown in the ocean, they got a fishnet to bring her back. As you go out into this summers world, take a moment to see who your teachers are on the daily. Newspapers. Facebook. Magazines. Movies. Premium television. Comedy. Cold opens. News sites. Search engines. Politicians. Campaign speeches. Corporations. Non-profits websites. The list is endless. And somewhere on that list is little ole Woke U. Just a small mob of self proclaimed professors with tweed jackets and hushpuppies trying to throw a lifeline to the studentfish. And you can teach too if you got something to say. Just get up there. But I got a word of warning for all you would be teachers. You put yourself on the witness stand when you teach in this class room. Your testimony goes on the record. As it should. Not so say anyone with ZIM isn’t getting mind read anyways, but taking the pulpit takes it to the nth degree. Because you either teach or you indoctrinate. Indoctrinate is about as close to brainwashing as it gets. I know it sounds fancy cause it sounds like it’s got the word “doctor” is in there, but it ain’t. Our children go to school for 12 years at least and all they get out of it is how to be a cog in the machine. That is if they survive the womb. Oh wow, class. What a surprise. We have a guest visitor today and on the last day of school? What luck. Professor Candice Owens do you have anything to leave these students with before they break for summer?
Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood, was an evil genius. She said she hoped to “exterminate blacks like weeds” & so began “educating” us about “choice”. She is the author of voluntary genocide. 18 million black deaths later & liberals still defend her dream.
Sad! 62% of abortions in Alabama are performed on black women.
Black women are only 7% of the population but account for over 40% of ALL abortions performed in America. Due to abortion, black population growth has stagnated.
Planned Parenthood is voluntary genocide for black America - Twitter
Thank you for stopping by. Ok….little heavy but the truth always is. If you aren’t interested in the truth and just want to check in on your racehorse, dinar recaps U. is right over there. But she’s right. The matrix wants to indoctrinate you in to their devil philosophy. When did progressive become a dirty word? It doesn’t want you thinking for yourself. That’s why they keep us so distracted and medicated. That’s why they ban our true teachers on twatter and suicide our prophets. That’s why all the news delivers the same talking points. And if you really want to get depressed, take a look at their numbers. They enemy has armies of assistants. It’s an uphill battle no matter how you slice it. But what you gonna do? Let Professor Severus Snape have free reign to indoctrinate the equilateral triangle into the brains of the young and defenseless? All the indoctrinators, who despite knowing the truth, continue to goosestep our children onto a conveyor belt and into the meatgrinder of society. Maybe on some afternoon when I’ve had just about enough brainwashing…in the teachers lounge…maybe a walk in might deliver a warning from heaven. Beware. For I am the finder of lost children…and vengeance shall not be struck by my hand but by the arm of heaven above. Vengeance shall be theirs for your suffering of the little children. Bet you didn’t know the drama lesson was free, did ya?
On a side note, we’re going to miss you all this summer. It gets a little quiet around these halls. I could swear I see ghosts haunting the crystal chandelier in the cafeteria. It gives off a spooky vibe after the sun has set. And don’t even get me started on sp-sp-sp-space p-p-p-p-pirates.
So a little company will be nice this summer. Just to know someone out there is tuned in to this radio nowhere. T-Birds…how did you flunk physical ed? Must be all that grey matter in your diet. I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco.
Give em a pie in the puss
As for the rest of you, have a great summer of love. Have fun. But not too much fun. Make friends. But beware the friends you make. And that brings us to tonight’s word: WILL THAT BE ONE ROOFIE OR TWO?
Now I don’t know how you kids swing these days. Been out of the game a bit. I don’t know if you young’uns see roofies as a free $30 high or what. But I’m going to have to side with Professor MacKay on this one. Roofies are bad, M’kay? Maybe in a perfect world without vampires, one would roofie all day. Chase it with moonshine. But in our reality, there’s something called human trafficking. Human trafficking is bad too, M’kay? We want you all to come back safe. Just remember all the things you learned in kindergarten. Don’t get into windowless vans with the promises of free candy. Don’t leave your drink unattended while you go to the restroom. Don’t go drinking no strong drink lest you might find yourself under Walt Disney’s glass coffee table. The dirt Boom. Unless you’re into that kinda thing. Either way, know your limits.
Drunk Miyagi
That being said, have a great summer. Hit the highway. Go get lost. Like el vaquero in his el Camino out on thunder road. Waiting for the 5:15 on Camino real. Get your kicks on route 66. Ok maybe not too many kicks. Just remember…the spider man is out there on route 66….and he’s always hungry. The more you know. Live like there’s no tomorrow. Love like there’s no tomorrow. Because no one really ever promised you a tomorrow. And if you’ve been paying attention, nothing is truer than that. Right Father Bobby? Or is it captain truth? hmm. Jury’s still out. Tune in to see who lives and who dies? Alec…truer words have never been spoken.
And watch out for highway 61. Unless you can go all the way. Just ask Robert Johnson and Bob Dylan. That deal is a game changer. And it doesn’t really have to be a highway. It could be a golf course. Out on hole 61. It could be anywhere really. Anywhere you decide to take that oath and pledge allegiance to a side. If you’re still Jedi guess so, don’t do it. Squish just like grape. All the way.
Think you’ll make the weight – vision quest
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Maybe if you’re taking that California trip, check out Nipsey Hussle’s memorial (John Legend…REALLY??!). Pour a 40. Maybe pay some truth respect to Isaac Kappy out near Flagstaff. Never seen a star burn that bright. And as bright as it burned, it left just as quickly. He will be missed. Maybe check out some Jim Carreys artwork at the route 66 gallery. See what I did there? Just remember as you travel everything is a chance to learn. Learn and discern for yourself. And from what I see from the mind of Jim is the product of a lifetime in the Hollywood meatgrinder. Hey teacher…leave those kids alone. Now that’s art.
I put together a few cocktails for this parting of ways. For you…a hot flash. For you a reverse hot flash (love the porkpie). Stay frosty for you. And a 525,600 minutes for you. For the archer a grasshopper. And for the dedicated detectives a round of Dun Duns and hi-ee-nous especials. For you a Brooklyn 69 (name of my sex tape). And last but not least, for you, kryptonite. I know I could have gone with a red sun or a Kal-Ella ella ella or any of the other colors of kryptonite, but I tend to like the classics. Besides, they say Kryptonite makes her cape fall off. Eat your heart out, Alexandria.
And if you do happen to head out west on 66 and find yourselves on Disney way on the left coast, and stumble upon a tiny tiki bar named Enchanted Sams…order up a zombie. Tell em Heisenberg sent you. A heiszombie. Well, I guess that’s about it. one last bit of advice. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. Glasses up to a great summer. Really looking forward to July 4th. I’m saving the date.
Bonsai, Daniel san.
Bonsai!!!
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
We go together
Schools out
Time to get ill
Where the streets have no name
Pumping blood
The Good and the bad
Last night
Lullaby
Heaven knows I’m miserable now
Read my mind
Jesus to a child
Suffer the little children
Don’t talk about me when I’m gone
Hold me now
Only you
Summer of love
Don’t you forget about me
"Don't You (Forget About Me)"
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Oh will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on, call my name
Will you call my name?
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Attention seniors. Before the merriment of commencement commences, I hope that your years with us here at Rydell have prepared you for the challenges you face. Who knows? Among you there may be a future Eleanor Roosevelt or a Rosemary Clooney. And among you young men, there may be a Joe DiMaggio, a President Eisenhower, or even a Vice-President Nixon. But always you will have the glorious memories of Rydell High. Rydell forever. Bon voyage – Principal McGee
What is school? Merely an indoctrination into a system of acceptable thoughts? - Liv Moore
And that brings us to tonight’s word: A WOP BA-BA LU-MOP A WOP BAM BOOM
Alright. Settle down everybody. I know it’s last day of finales and everyone wants to get their summer vacation going, but that clock on the wall says I still have 30 minutes to throw one more starfish back in the ocean. Each and every one of you in my class room owes me 30 minutes. And I want my 30 minutes. And all y’all will give me 30 minutes taken from the face of that clock there on that wall. End of school is a bittersweet time. End of something is the beginning of another. End of life is the beginning of death. End of death is the beginning of a new life. Summer is the death of winter. Summer of love is the end of the winter of fear. Oh Sandy.
It’s only the beginning
Now before I start the movie cause it’s last day and I’m hungover AF, I’d like the class to reflect on the past school year. Many of you came in as freshmen. Many of you enrolled halfway thru the year. I know…it’s hard making friends when the cliques are set in stone after the first week. But isolation is the gift. Member? In Woke University, that’s the first lesson. I hope you learned it. Because when you come to accept that validation from your peers is as worthless as fiat money, and you begin to realize there’s a mysterious spirit moving in mysterious ways to assist in your schoolwork….well, that’s when the fun begins. So, did you have fun this year? I know you learned because you’re still here reading this, but it was kinda fun right? Foxhole comedy. Those tanks can really rock n roll. I know some of you were having fun. Passing notes in the back of the class. Oh yea. Eyes on you, Louise. You were kinda all over the place this year. And to that, what can I say?....you umm….you……ahhhh….you….well, whaddya know. Mr. H is speechless. I don’t think I met anyone with truly no filter. And it’s a beautiful, disgusting, hilarious, gut wrenching, creative sight to see and I wouldn’t give it up for the world. 5 minutes of my life well spent. Roads? Where we're going we don't need roads. But I digress.
I hope you all got something out of your time at Woke U. this year. Otherwise why even come in? I mean the price is right, yes. So there’s that. But time is expensive, so perhaps it wasn’t all free. Maybe you got a little understanding as to why the world seems so chaotic at times. A little light shed on the political and geopolitical news at hand. We’re going to war with North Korea everybody. Run for your lives. No? Something funny happened on the way to the Korean Peninsula? Peace broke out? What about Syria? Is there war there? What about Iran? No? But Bolton says…Bolton says a lot. They all say a lot, but what’s the truth? The truth is GESARA doesn’t happen if there’s war in the world? Well that’s a mighty big carrot, isn’t it? That’s a lot of plata minus plomo. That’s a lot of extra credit. But kudos to you for sticking around. It helps there’s some teachers who give 110% on the reg. Who’s got skin in the game? These ones. On the other hand, doesn’t really help we have crap teachers nullifying the truth with a draconian lesson plan. Those ones that could care less about you succeeding. Ones that “teach” an uninspired curriculum only to prepare you to tow the cabal line. And that brings us to tonight’s word: HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON’T EAT YOUR MEAT?
Here comes another flashback. Movie time. Marcus, can you hit the lights?
Teachers leave them kids alone
I didn’t put together caviar rhymes with guitar. That’s funny. Now I don’t want to throw too much shade, that’s what the kids are calling it right? Throwing shade? I don’t want to do that. It’s kinda the teachers code. Leave it all in the teachers lounge. But waste a moment to think of who are the teachers of the sheeple these days. The news? Isn’t that where most go to get the truth? It’s where we go to find out if I need umbrella ella ella today. What’s the pollen count? How should I vote? Life is too busy for me to research on my own so bring in Don Lemon. Bring on Geraldo. Bring on….Hannity? I need someone to dumb it down for me in 30 minutes or less. Cause I just got off work and the Yankees are on at 5. And tomorrow I’m going to the lake so no can learn then. I don’t want to say we made it easy for the bad teachers, but we made it easy. We sought truth from the monologues of the late night talk shows. We let Bill Nye the science guy lectures us on how climate change is expensive, and we better grown the F up, open up our wallets and take it like a man. In my defense he did have a lab coat. You just can’t buy those anywhere. Coke and mentos? Yeah science, mister white. And that teacher has a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. Damn their trickery. The devil keeps his nails clean. What did you think, he was a boogeyman?
But what ya gonna do? They got tenure. And Woke U. makes its revenue not with tuition but with advertising dollars. So the more students that come thru those Kelly green doors, the lights stay on. It is what it is. That’s the game. You know there’s bad teachers out there pushing a lesson plan that kills creativity with derision and mockery. For every starfish thrown in the ocean, they got a fishnet to bring her back. As you go out into this summers world, take a moment to see who your teachers are on the daily. Newspapers. Facebook. Magazines. Movies. Premium television. Comedy. Cold opens. News sites. Search engines. Politicians. Campaign speeches. Corporations. Non-profits websites. The list is endless. And somewhere on that list is little ole Woke U. Just a small mob of self proclaimed professors with tweed jackets and hushpuppies trying to throw a lifeline to the studentfish. And you can teach too if you got something to say. Just get up there. But I got a word of warning for all you would be teachers. You put yourself on the witness stand when you teach in this class room. Your testimony goes on the record. As it should. Not so say anyone with ZIM isn’t getting mind read anyways, but taking the pulpit takes it to the nth degree. Because you either teach or you indoctrinate. Indoctrinate is about as close to brainwashing as it gets. I know it sounds fancy cause it sounds like it’s got the word “doctor” is in there, but it ain’t. Our children go to school for 12 years at least and all they get out of it is how to be a cog in the machine. That is if they survive the womb. Oh wow, class. What a surprise. We have a guest visitor today and on the last day of school? What luck. Professor Candice Owens do you have anything to leave these students with before they break for summer?
Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood, was an evil genius. She said she hoped to “exterminate blacks like weeds” & so began “educating” us about “choice”. She is the author of voluntary genocide. 18 million black deaths later & liberals still defend her dream.
Sad! 62% of abortions in Alabama are performed on black women.
Black women are only 7% of the population but account for over 40% of ALL abortions performed in America. Due to abortion, black population growth has stagnated.
Planned Parenthood is voluntary genocide for black America - Twitter
Thank you for stopping by. Ok….little heavy but the truth always is. If you aren’t interested in the truth and just want to check in on your racehorse, dinar recaps U. is right over there. But she’s right. The matrix wants to indoctrinate you in to their devil philosophy. When did progressive become a dirty word? It doesn’t want you thinking for yourself. That’s why they keep us so distracted and medicated. That’s why they ban our true teachers on twatter and suicide our prophets. That’s why all the news delivers the same talking points. And if you really want to get depressed, take a look at their numbers. They enemy has armies of assistants. It’s an uphill battle no matter how you slice it. But what you gonna do? Let Professor Severus Snape have free reign to indoctrinate the equilateral triangle into the brains of the young and defenseless? All the indoctrinators, who despite knowing the truth, continue to goosestep our children onto a conveyor belt and into the meatgrinder of society. Maybe on some afternoon when I’ve had just about enough brainwashing…in the teachers lounge…maybe a walk in might deliver a warning from heaven. Beware. For I am the finder of lost children…and vengeance shall not be struck by my hand but by the arm of heaven above. Vengeance shall be theirs for your suffering of the little children. Bet you didn’t know the drama lesson was free, did ya?
On a side note, we’re going to miss you all this summer. It gets a little quiet around these halls. I could swear I see ghosts haunting the crystal chandelier in the cafeteria. It gives off a spooky vibe after the sun has set. And don’t even get me started on sp-sp-sp-space p-p-p-p-pirates.
So a little company will be nice this summer. Just to know someone out there is tuned in to this radio nowhere. T-Birds…how did you flunk physical ed? Must be all that grey matter in your diet. I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco.
Give em a pie in the puss
As for the rest of you, have a great summer of love. Have fun. But not too much fun. Make friends. But beware the friends you make. And that brings us to tonight’s word: WILL THAT BE ONE ROOFIE OR TWO?
Now I don’t know how you kids swing these days. Been out of the game a bit. I don’t know if you young’uns see roofies as a free $30 high or what. But I’m going to have to side with Professor MacKay on this one. Roofies are bad, M’kay? Maybe in a perfect world without vampires, one would roofie all day. Chase it with moonshine. But in our reality, there’s something called human trafficking. Human trafficking is bad too, M’kay? We want you all to come back safe. Just remember all the things you learned in kindergarten. Don’t get into windowless vans with the promises of free candy. Don’t leave your drink unattended while you go to the restroom. Don’t go drinking no strong drink lest you might find yourself under Walt Disney’s glass coffee table. The dirt Boom. Unless you’re into that kinda thing. Either way, know your limits.
Drunk Miyagi
That being said, have a great summer. Hit the highway. Go get lost. Like el vaquero in his el Camino out on thunder road. Waiting for the 5:15 on Camino real. Get your kicks on route 66. Ok maybe not too many kicks. Just remember…the spider man is out there on route 66….and he’s always hungry. The more you know. Live like there’s no tomorrow. Love like there’s no tomorrow. Because no one really ever promised you a tomorrow. And if you’ve been paying attention, nothing is truer than that. Right Father Bobby? Or is it captain truth? hmm. Jury’s still out. Tune in to see who lives and who dies? Alec…truer words have never been spoken.
And watch out for highway 61. Unless you can go all the way. Just ask Robert Johnson and Bob Dylan. That deal is a game changer. And it doesn’t really have to be a highway. It could be a golf course. Out on hole 61. It could be anywhere really. Anywhere you decide to take that oath and pledge allegiance to a side. If you’re still Jedi guess so, don’t do it. Squish just like grape. All the way.
Think you’ll make the weight – vision quest
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Maybe if you’re taking that California trip, check out Nipsey Hussle’s memorial (John Legend…REALLY??!). Pour a 40. Maybe pay some truth respect to Isaac Kappy out near Flagstaff. Never seen a star burn that bright. And as bright as it burned, it left just as quickly. He will be missed. Maybe check out some Jim Carreys artwork at the route 66 gallery. See what I did there? Just remember as you travel everything is a chance to learn. Learn and discern for yourself. And from what I see from the mind of Jim is the product of a lifetime in the Hollywood meatgrinder. Hey teacher…leave those kids alone. Now that’s art.
I put together a few cocktails for this parting of ways. For you…a hot flash. For you a reverse hot flash (love the porkpie). Stay frosty for you. And a 525,600 minutes for you. For the archer a grasshopper. And for the dedicated detectives a round of Dun Duns and hi-ee-nous especials. For you a Brooklyn 69 (name of my sex tape). And last but not least, for you, kryptonite. I know I could have gone with a red sun or a Kal-Ella ella ella or any of the other colors of kryptonite, but I tend to like the classics. Besides, they say Kryptonite makes her cape fall off. Eat your heart out, Alexandria.
And if you do happen to head out west on 66 and find yourselves on Disney way on the left coast, and stumble upon a tiny tiki bar named Enchanted Sams…order up a zombie. Tell em Heisenberg sent you. A heiszombie. Well, I guess that’s about it. one last bit of advice. The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. Glasses up to a great summer. Really looking forward to July 4th. I’m saving the date.
Bonsai, Daniel san.
Bonsai!!!
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
We go together
Schools out
Time to get ill
Where the streets have no name
Pumping blood
The Good and the bad
Last night
Lullaby
Heaven knows I’m miserable now
Read my mind
Jesus to a child
Suffer the little children
Don’t talk about me when I’m gone
Hold me now
Only you
Summer of love
Don’t you forget about me
"Don't You (Forget About Me)"
Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby
Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me
Will you stand above me?
Look my way, never love me
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down
Will you recognise me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down
Don't you try to pretend
It's my feeling we'll win in the end
I won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart, baby
Don't you forget about me
Don't don't don't don't
Don't you forget about me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
As you walk on by
Will you call my name?
When you walk away
Oh will you walk away?
Will you walk on by?
Come on, call my name
Will you call my name?
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