| This is a song of Bruce Springsteen's that the Format redid, and I really like it. For You Princess cards she sends me with her regards Barroom eyes shine vacancy, to see her you gotta look hard Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted To her Cheshire smile. I'll stand on file, she's all I ever wanted But you let your blue walls get in the way of these facts Honey, get your carpetbaggers off my back You wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks You said "Here's your mirror and your ball and jacks" But they're not what I came for, and I'm sure you see that too I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free Crawl into my ambulance, your pulse is getting weak Reveal yourself all now to me girl while you've got the strength to speak `Cause they're waiting for you at Bellevue with their oxygen masks But I could give it all to you now if only you could ask And don't call for your surgeon even he says it's too late It's not your lungs this time, it's your heart that holds your fate Don't give me money, honey, I don't want it back You and your pony face and your union jack Well take your local joker and teach him how to act I swear I was never that way even when I really cracked Didn't you think I knew that you were born with the power of a locomotive Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound? And your Chelsea suicide with no apparent motive You could laugh and cry in a single sound And your strength is devastating in the face of all these odds Remember how I kept you waiting when it was my turn to be the god? You were not quite half so proud when I found you broken on the beach Remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek They ragged, jagged melody she still clings to me like a leach But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way Like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way We were both hitchhikers but you had your ear tuned to the roar Of some metal-tempered engine on an alien, distant shore So you, left to find a better reason than the one we were living for And it's not that nursery mouth I came back forI t's not the way you're stretched out on the floor `Cause I've broken all your windows and I've rammed through all your doors And who am I to ask you to lick my sores? And you should know that's true I came for you, for you, I came for you, but you did not need my urgency I came for you, for you, I came for you, but your life was one long emergency And your cloud line urges me, and my electric surges free |
And then they broke up! Grrr...
And this is Bo Burnham, who seems to be a teenage Tom Lehrer for this millenium. Only dirtier. Thanks, E and J, for taking that much innocence out of me.
whats a pirate minus the ship? just a creative homeless guy,and an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant? an ironic way to dieand whats domain, domain, range (xxy) a kid with too much in his pantsand two balls minus one, six titles at the tour de france.
split a decision with long division, take the circumference of your circumcisionlive like your data and when you're all "set"put it all together and whatever you get.
is new math...
whats a bag of chips divided by five, thats a nike worker's mealand santa clause mutliplied by "i" well i guess that makes him real,and the square root of the NBA is Africa in a box,how do u trace a scatter plot? give the pencil to michael j fox.
take the approximate moral proportion of the probable problem of a pro-life abortionlive like your data, and when youre all "set"put it all together and whatever you get...
is new math.
and if you made a factor tree of the factors that caused my girl to leave me youd have a tree...full of asian porn.C-A-L-C-U-LATOR (see you later) mathetmatical minds make industrial smog.and whats the opposite of lnx, duraflame the unnatural log.
support the farmers with a pro-tractor, link kennedy and lincoln with a common factor (fact, or)live like ur data...blah blah
word problems
if theres a fat guy in a pastry shop with a twenty dollar bill and he's ready to buy,in order to predict his volume change you need to know the value of pi (pie)and theres a metal train that a mile long and at the very back end a lightning bolt struck her,how long til it reaches adn kills the driver, provided that he's a good conductor,and if ten percent of men are gay and twenty percent of men are chinese, what are the odds that a men chosen at random spends his freetime and mealtime while on his kneesand if kim is half as old as bobby who is two years older then twelve year old tori,for how many more 30 day months will their threesomes be considered statutory rape
cause havin sex is like quadratic expansion if it cant be split then its time to stop,and havin sex is like doing fractions, its improper for the larger one to be on top, and havin sex is like math homework, i do it best when i'm alone in my bed.and squarin numbers are just like women, if theyre under thirteen just do them in your head....
and new math
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obIGsb-IZMo
Ha ha ha ha ha, I feel better now. Time for Ben Kweller!
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