Rusty wrote::uh: What kind of cheerleaders do you have? Thats a really good record man....does it actually still stand?
yup...at least i think so...i havent checked since last september
"there is nothing because there are no words with wich to think any other way than regurgitating slogans and propaganda that has been served to you by the government. people become human soundtracks. it prevents self expression and without words to express individual thoughts what becomes of a person? they are nothing but an extention of human power"-Yvette S.
One day we went to kindergarten and they never let us out...
hehe...we like to think so....but all our band directors are super duper strict...except with their sections...
"there is nothing because there are no words with wich to think any other way than regurgitating slogans and propaganda that has been served to you by the government. people become human soundtracks. it prevents self expression and without words to express individual thoughts what becomes of a person? they are nothing but an extention of human power"-Yvette S.
One day we went to kindergarten and they never let us out...
they all play a specific instrument...and they're nice to only the people who play that instrument...and theyre mean to all the others...
"there is nothing because there are no words with wich to think any other way than regurgitating slogans and propaganda that has been served to you by the government. people become human soundtracks. it prevents self expression and without words to express individual thoughts what becomes of a person? they are nothing but an extention of human power"-Yvette S.
One day we went to kindergarten and they never let us out...
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.
"That song" called "Free Falling" by Tom Petty, you mean?
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<font color="#3C8C8B">Imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try, no hell below us, above us only sky, imagine all the people, <font color="#FFFFFF">living</font> for today...</font>
<font color="#50B4B3">Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do, nothing to kill or die for, no religion too, imagine all the people, living <font color="#FFFFFF">life</font> in peace...</font>
at my old school, when we were actually going commando, we sang that song but with free balling, so everyone knew and took caution.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
"if the nuremberg trials were applied to us foreign policy, every us president since 1945 would have been hanged." noam chomsky.
...and this is me hanging on / i'd burn our initials in the sun if it would shine / anxiety chokes me like razor wire / if hate's in your heart man, you'll take what you're given / wake up / i'm not the only one / it's never goodbye / go ahead and play dead / if everyone's a casualty, then take your time, there ain't no trouble / these wounds they will not heal / ambition can be a tricky thing / what the hell do i know about rape anyway? / this is not what i hoped for / ain't it so weird how it makes you a weapon / who will be there to tell me how stupid i am? / those living for death will die by their own hand / and it's me that I am spying on / pick up the pieces and live with the stars / hurry up and wait / things have never been so swell / they're always the ones who slowly drift / be great / ...and this is my world.