In our darkest hours
In our bleakest days
Let us not forget
The true and righteous ways
Raise your hand
In a bid to free the land
Let only the good remain
Walking the fields and riding the plains
Let only the good remain
Working and striving and fighting for love
Let only the good remain
In our humblest hours
In our lowest days
Let us work to right
The dark and wretched ways
Raise your fist
To let them know this
Only the good shall remain
Walking the fields and riding the plains
Let only the good remain
Working and striving and fighting for love
Let only the good remain
(solo)
There once was a man
True and virtuous
Who lived his life with abandon
He lived and loved
He fought for right in the world
When called upon to sing
He sang no song but one
In our noblest hours
In our truest days
Let us hold tight
To the pure and glorious ways
Raise your head
Let your heart be fed
On glory to the end of your days
Walking the fields and riding the plains
Let only the good remain
Working and striving and fighting for love
Let only the good remain
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Bang the Drum All Day, Todd Rundgren
Clickety Here
I don't want to work
I want to bang on the drum all day
I don't want to play
I just want to bang on the drum all day
Ever since I was a tiny boy
I don't want no candy
I don't need no toy
I took a stick and an old coffee can
I bang on that thing 'til I got
Blisters on my hand because
When I get older they think I'm a fool
The teacher told me I
should stay after school
She caught me pounding on
the desk with my hands
But my licks was so hot
I made the teacher wanna dance
And that's why
Listen to this
Every day when I get home from work
I feel so frustrated
The boss is a jerk
And I get my sticks and go out to the shed
And I pound on that drum like
it was the boss's head
Because
I can bang that drum
Hey, you wanna take a bang at it?
I can do this all day
Edited to say:
I wish my mood was described by...
Sex on Wheels, by MLTKK
Clickgasm
I want an end to the tension.
I want the assurance that everything will be ok.
I want to be held as I go to sleep.
I want to be loved for who I am, not what I look like.
I want my ideas respectfully responded to.
I want my ideals respected.
...and a winning lotto ticket would be nice, too.
I r haz a few skillz...
meatcutting
basic electronics
math
chemistry
sewing
ropework (netmaking)
I'm also a font of (currently) nearly useless information.
I know how to use a gun.
I know how to use a hammer.
I know how to sharpen knives.
Hobbies of mine:
Hiking/camping
Herbology
Tabletop RPGs (planning/social skills)
Cooking
Grey a-shirt, grey plaid boxers, black socks, black t-shirt, black BDU's, black boots, tactical backpack. I'm goin hiking! Damn, wish I had somthing other than black to wear...
I feel proud of myself for having gained in my skills of inserting my foot in my mouth BEFORE I say the stupid thing... I taste my foot just as often, but I look like a moron less.