Tag: Music

The power of Feist propels you

One, two, three, four, tell me that you love Christ more
Five, six, nine, or ten, money can’t buy you heaven
Old Christian faith alive in your heart
Demons don’t care, will rip you apart

You can’t find me on da bus,
No, I ain’t ready to roam
Look mami I ain’t got da 50-cent,
I can’t even afford a comb
I really need a ride,
I ain’t into walking, no
So come give me a buck,
If you into getting home

At the COPPA, COPPA-compliance
Where kids are the subject because some parents neglect
At the COPPAAAAAA
Let’s play some games

Nowadays, everybody wanna hoc like they got something fo’ sale
But nothing gets sold when they post their shit
It’s just a bunch of scammer lists
And Amazon laughs cause we forgot about eBay

We don’t need no ministration
We don’t need no thought control
No dark brain-washing in Sunday-school
Preacher, leave them kids alone

Hey, preacher, leave them kids alone

All in all it’s just another pew in the hall
All in all you’re just another pew in the hall

One smack, two smack, three smack, four smack
Everybody gobsmacked, go and get a big snack
Art’s just started, got all night, volume up, start the show
Hunker down and dim the lights
And now to watch an evil, nasty blow

When I leak out of the market
That’s all dirty wet
Wuhan! Wuhan!
Got you all infect

Got them sick corona spikes
That make you cough and sweat
Wuhan! Wuhan!
Got you all infect

And you know we come through
To throw the whole world in
Wuhan! Wuhan!
Got you all infect

So throw a mask up on your face
And don’t go out or in
Wuhan! Wuhan!
Got you all infect

♪ Black Christmas, I tore you apart,
but the very next day, you all ran away.

Next year, to make you all fear,
I’m bringing in someone special. 😉 ♫

It started to rain while my window was open, and my Orange Pi that runs my web-server and hosts this blog was behind the window. When I noticed, I blurted out (most of) the following poem:

Aye aye aye!
My Orange Pi
Has gotten wet,
But should be dry

Why oh why‽
It’s gonna die
I will not lie,
I’m gonna cry

I can’t be shy,
I have to try
To make it dry
So it can fly.

(It’s fine; it’s just a little soggy, it’s still good, it’s still good.)