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	[Dec. 17th, 2005\|06:27 am]
visiem, kam kaut ko izsaka "quoth the raven "nevermore!"", reku saldēdieniņš: The Band Van by Lawrie Malen once upon a midnight dreary, prowling the M4, tired and weary, pondering the roadstrips white and passing by across the floor, my eyes heavy, nearly napping, suddenly there came a rapping, robbie williams, a rubbish songwriter, rapping away on radio 4; only this, and nothing more. ah, distinctly i remember, near the eve of bleak december, a tired and weary band member despised of hearing any more. a flick, a switch, a change of station, a need for audio migration, at last; the arctic monkeys, 'i bet you look good on the dancefloor'. played again, forevermore. then, methought, the air grew thicker, perfumed by a half-eaten snicker, the snow grew dense and all around was ice upon the floor. dropped off john, out came his dad, from head to foot in towelling clad, "where has thou been?" was asked as i slowly pushed open my door. quoth the malen, "been on tour". hours glaze by, the roads behind me, fourteen days of song and harmony forgotten as a mood plutonian down upon my soul began to bore. a flick, a catch, an open portal, staring upon this beautiful mortal, sleepy-eyed and questioning of my return once more. quoth the malen, "been on tour". three dates ahead, never flitting, quiet upon the calendar sitting, with all the craft of pallas, yet more journeys to endure. desolate, yet still undaunted, though my eyes are dark and haunted, i shall cry, nepenthe to weep, when laying on my return to shore, "i shall drive - nevermore!"
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From:	pitchforks
Date:	December 17th, 2005 - 08:47 pm

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Variācija par tēmu-

That's How The Story Ends
by Five Iron Frenzy

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, suddenly there came a tapping, as of someone gently rapping. Long ago I heard that sound, often lost, but seldom found, a haunting voice from minutes past, Micah had returned at last.

And I was like, "What's up dude?" And he was like, "Uhhh, I found your comb." And then I was like, "Shut-Up!" And then he was like, "Yeah, and stuff." And then I was like, "Rock on!"

And that's how the story ends, now you hear the score my friends. We're finding answers, we're setting trends. I guess that's how the story ends.

How distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, and each dying ember, wrought its ghost upon the floor. I heard a voice that chilled my spine, I saw what I could not define, a sight I never could contrive, there stood Brad at last, alive. "Where have you been these endless years?" I asked him, sobbing through my tears. "I did not die by plague or prison, what really died is cynicism."

And then I said, "Awesome." And he was like, "Yeah, I guess. And by the way, those pants, they belong to my dad. And they're not really pants, they're leiderhosen." Hooray!

And Combat Chuck has passed away, his dying wish was "Never play that song again". And Kitty-Doggy's put to sleep, the dinosaurs lay in a heap, as they slowly go extinct, like me.

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From:	anima_de_nera
Date:	December 18th, 2005 - 06:28 pm

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ķēmiem tik izķēmot:[

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From:	rasbainieks
Date:	December 20th, 2005 - 01:48 am

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ir valodas, kurās to apzīmē ar vārdu salikumu "humora izjūta" :)

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