The Wolfie's Den
Thread Topic: The Wolfie's Den
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good to see youre alive buddy :"")
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Le1F Experienced:'''''''''
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I see you in the park
You're always wearing Dodger blue
Mad-doggin me and anyone from any other crew
I am small but I am strong
I'll get it on with you
If you want me to
What else can I do?
Everyone would take a cue from anything you do
If you want them to
What else can they do?
I don't want to fight
I want to get along with you
This time of night's for singing songs about the local news
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I come around and make peace get down have a barbecue
Let's keep the moon awake and do electric boogaloo
I am small but I am strong
You see I'm just like you
If you only knew
That I'm just like you
All the world would take a cue from anything you do
If you only knew
That they're just like you
I don't want to fight
I want to get along with you
This time of night's for singing songs about the local news
I don't want to fight
I want to get along with you
This time of night's for singing songs about the local news
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If you want me too
What else can I do?
Cause I'm just like you
If you only knew
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Theres 7 billion 46 million people on the planet
And most of us have the audacity to think we matter
Hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked?
Someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke
But he keeled over cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes
Hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away?
He was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway
He ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed through a crack in the door
And repeating the same crappy screenplay idea about talking dogs 'til his last day
Hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed?
He didnt jump off that ledge
He just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast
Like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete
The earth is a drum and hes hitting it on beat
The reason theres smog in Los Angeles is cause if we could see the stars
If we could see the context of the universe in which we exist
And we could see how small each one of us is
Against the vastness of what we dont know
No one would ever audition for a McDonalds commercial again
And then where would we be?
No frozen dinners and no TV
And is that a world we want to text in?
Either someone just microwaved popcorn
Or I hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession
The people are hunched over in Boston
Theyre starting app stores and screen printing companies in San Francisco
Theyre grinning in Los Angeles like theyve got fishhooks in the corners of their mouth
But dont paint me like the good guy cause every time I write
I get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest light
You wouldnt respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap
Tapping through my mind at night
The same stupid tape loop of old sitcom dialogue
And tattered memories of a girl I got to grind on in high school
Filed carefully on rice paper
My heart is a colored pencil
But my brain is an eraser
I dont want a real girl, I want to trace her from a catalogue
Truth be told Im unlikely to hold you down
'Cause my soul is a crowded subway train
And people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town
Im joining a false movement in San Francisco
Im frowning and hunched over in Boston
Im smiling in Los Angeles like Ive got fishhooks in the corners of my mouth
And Im celebrating on weekends
Because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet
And I have the audacity to think I matter
I know its a lie but I prefer it to the alternative
Because Ive got a tourniquet tied at my elbow / Ive got
A blunt wrap filled with compliments and Im burnin it
You say to go to sleep but I been bouncing off my bedroom walls since I was hecka small
Were every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like Russian nesting dolls
My mother is an 8 year old girl
My grandson is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed
And thats the glue between me and you
Thats the screws and nails
We live in a house made of each other
And if that sounds strange thats because it is
Someone please freeze time so I can run around turning everyones pockets inside out
And remember, you didnt see s--- -
//Narration//
Once upon a time in a remote Tasmanian trailer park
There was born a baby boy by the name of Nedson Willbry
One day when Nedson was a baby, his crackhead teen mum
Got real distracted watching Teen Mum on the telly and dropped Ned right on his noggin
Leaving a bump on top of his head
The little bean stopped squirming
And his mum thought he was surely done for
So mummy brought the tiny bundle to the forest during a terrible storm
And left him for dead in a field of pumpkins and wolves//
But just then lighting struck
And a cry cut through the night light like a siren on a fire truck
Ned survived by the slightest luck, he wasnt a dead baby, Neddy was alive as f---!
It was a miracle were hearing
The creatures of the evening came creeping to the clearing
To see this little man nugget
Soon to be immortalized in poetry just like the man from Nantucket
But as the little babe was grown
They gave to him their home
And raised him as their own
He roamed and trapezed from the tallest trees (whee!)
He got his steez from the wallabies
They all loved him
But the Tasmanian Devils loved little Neddy more than all of em
They taught him how to spin like a fan
'Til Ned spun himself into a fine young man
But one day like a sick disease
Loggers crept in and chopped the eucalyptus trees
They smushed the cuddly forest creatures
And turned em into body wash and sneakers
But Ned escaped and yelled angrily
That "You abandoned me!
You killed my family!
But God dammit, I cant use your pity"
And he snuck onto a ship bound for New York City
//Narration//
Neds voyage led him to the deepest, darkest, dankest bowels of that ship
He met all kinds of seedy characters on that voyage, like old Japanese men and their wives
He had meals of fresh cut sashimi, pumpkin pie
And all kinds of delicious breads and cookies and cakes
When he was on that voyage he knew what lied ahead
So he kept his sights set on New York City
And before he knew it, he arrived//
Ned almost drowned
He kissed the ground
But his guts were churned up in this town
Where down was up and up was down
So the boy from Down Under flipped right around
Ned did a cartwheel and stopped halfway
And he walked on his palms from that day
But cityfolk treated Ned like a freak
That handwalking lumpheaded Yeti cant speak
One night walking home Ned was quite shocked
He saw a B-boy spinning on the sidewalk
He couldnt stop, wouldnt stop
Staring at those limbs, spinning like a wooden top
Sweeter than puddin pop, Ned was home at last
And every night hed watch em dance through the glass
Of the club, and hed wait there in line for his chance
But the bouncer said, freak, you cant dance!
//Narration//
Oh but Ned, sweet little Ned, he wouldnt get out of line
And the bouncer pushed him, and pushed him
But to catch his balance, Ned, hardheaded, upside down Ned did what Ned did best
He just spun. And he spun. And he spun. And he spun!
(Go Ned, go Ned, go, go, go Ned!)
Everyone in the club came out to watch what is now regarded
As the greatest f---ing head spin of all time
Legend has it that Neds still out there on Bleecker Street
Spinning on the curb to this very day// -
It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten
What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them
As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping
Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place
And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds
But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you
Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear
So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know
That's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save (whoa, whoa)
That's when I told her I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have (whoa, whoa)
But the day pressed on like crushing weights
For no man does it ever wait
Like memories of dying days
That deafen us like hurricanes
Bathed in flames we held the brand
Uncurled the fingers in your hand
Pressed into the flesh like sand
Now do you understand?
So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know
That's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save (whoa, whoa)
That's when I told her I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have (whoa, whoa)
One thousand miles away
There's nothing left to say
But so much left that I don't know
We never had a choice
This world is too much noise
It takes me under
It takes me under once again
I don't hate you
I don't hate you, no
So tell me now
If this ain't love then how do we get out?
Because I don't know
That's when she said I don't hate you boy
I just want to save you while there's still something left to save (whoa, whoa)
That's when I told her I love you girl
But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have (whoa, whoa)
I don't hate you
I don't hate you (whoa, whoa)
I don't hate you
I don't hate you, no (whoa, whoa) -
Le1F Experienced
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may be hecka sicc and sick but im gonma enjoy that doggy filter
hi le1F :^D -
hahaha i just noticed they had a valentines version but it looks STUPID
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Le1F Experienced
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yes hello
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