Write the first song lyric that comes into your head

[so sorry]

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.


In honor of Dark Side of the Moon Day

[Peven]

there is no Dark Side of the moon, really, matter of fact it's ALL dark.......

[Ribbons]

"Hunting? No, I think it's a perfectly beastly sport!" quipped Frobisher as they leaned on the
Mantlepiece over the crisp autumn fire.
Featherstonehaugh felt his calves warming pleasantly as the brandy seeped below his waist:
Knotting slightly over the abdomen, suddenly passing back up through the spine,
Causing a small trickle of the otherwise pleasing brown fluid to shoot from the fontanel on top of his head
Which landed on top of the other guy's head
(I've forgotten his name now... aw, anyway, he got covered in it).
"Aw, what's this?"
"Some kind of fluid," said Featherstonehaugh.
"Fluid?Oh, that's the tops!"

"No, they use them for clothes pegs, you know!"
Continued Featherstonehaugh, somewhat more droll.
"Really?" said Butterworth, who was feeling rather left out of the conversation.
"Oh yes, that's right, you know,
They pick them up in Siberia and bring them over."
"Siberia!" interjected the fellow whose name I still can't remember.
"Topping place! Went there once. Found a little moustache.
One of the Russkies had it. Wah ha ha!
Took it home, don't you know. Showed the little lady. Hrrmph.
She put it on.Left me for another woman.Hmmm.
Rum things, lefts.And women."
He was left alone:there was no one there, not even a woman,
Just the fireplace and his ever swelling chins.
As the brandy began taking lethal effect, Featherstonehaugh (or was it Butterworth?
Or was it the other guy whose name I can't remember?) found himself slowly turning into
Some kind of helpless, diseased houseplant.
As he watched his future and his past gradually become interchangeable like a highway surrounding a drunken man
That begins to spin, he looked up above him.
Even the angels were asleep.It was one of those nights.
Ahhh.October.

What the hell kind of song lyric is this!?

[Wolfpack]

"Hunting? No, I think it's a perfectly beastly sport!" quipped Frobisher as they leaned on the
Mantlepiece over the crisp autumn fire.
Featherstonehaugh felt his calves warming pleasantly as the brandy seeped below his waist:
Knotting slightly over the abdomen, suddenly passing back up through the spine,
Causing a small trickle of the otherwise pleasing brown fluid to shoot from the fontanel on top of his head
Which landed on top of the other guy's head
(I've forgotten his name now... aw, anyway, he got covered in it).
"Aw, what's this?"
"Some kind of fluid," said Featherstonehaugh.
"Fluid?Oh, that's the tops!"

"No, they use them for clothes pegs, you know!"
Continued Featherstonehaugh, somewhat more droll.
"Really?" said Butterworth, who was feeling rather left out of the conversation.
"Oh yes, that's right, you know,
They pick them up in Siberia and bring them over."
"Siberia!" interjected the fellow whose name I still can't remember.
"Topping place! Went there once. Found a little moustache.
One of the Russkies had it. Wah ha ha!
Took it home, don't you know. Showed the little lady. Hrrmph.
She put it on.Left me for another woman.Hmmm.
Rum things, lefts.And women."
He was left alone:there was no one there, not even a woman,
Just the fireplace and his ever swelling chins.
As the brandy began taking lethal effect, Featherstonehaugh (or was it Butterworth?
Or was it the other guy whose name I can't remember?) found himself slowly turning into
Some kind of helpless, diseased houseplant.
As he watched his future and his past gradually become interchangeable like a highway surrounding a drunken man
That begins to spin, he looked up above him.
Even the angels were asleep.It was one of those nights.
Ahhh.October.

What the hell kind of song lyric is this!?

Autumn Sea - Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians

[Ribbons]

Oh snap, you're right! And here I thought Baxter was stroking out or something.

[TheBaxter]

[TheBaxter]

That's great, it starts with an ass-grab
Jasmine Baker airs complaints
and Harry Knowles is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to Tim League churn
Quint serves his own needs,
Don't deserve your misdeeds
Release a PR statement, but, no strength,
The talkbacks starts to clatter
With outrage, bile, hate
Faraci under fire, represent birth.movies.death
And an editor for hire at Fantastic Fest
Austin isn't coming in a hurry
With the fury breathing down their necks

Post by post, the Zoners baffled, trumped, bothered, banned
Look at that post count, fluff, then
Uh oh, overflow, December flood, Elders, Noobs
But it'll do, Club Dink Touch, Werewolf Game
Zone serves its own needs, listen to your Flumm feed
Tell me again about how Peven's never right, right
You vitriolic, iconiclastic, alts, bots, OLEG
IPAMPILASH

It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

The other night TheButcher linked movie news that no one reads
Moriarty's gone i see, Drew McWeeny
Cpt Kirks 2Pay, why won't he just go away
Toshiro Lucas, Airwolf, docfalken, GLIB
You Tomboy Beanpole, Monkey Butler, Dino's dead, right? right.

It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

[caruso_stalker217]

That's great, it starts with an ass-grab
Jasmine Baker airs complaints
and Harry Knowles is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to Tim League churn
Quint serves his own needs,
Don't deserve your misdeeds
Release a PR statement, but, no strength,
The talkbacks starts to clatter
With outrage, bile, hate
Faraci under fire, represent birth.movies.death
And an editor for hire at Fantastic Fest
Austin isn't coming in a hurry
With the fury breathing down their necks

Post by post, the Zoners baffled, trumped, bothered, banned
Look at that post count, fluff, then
Uh oh, overflow, December flood, Elders, Noobs
But it'll do, Club Dink Touch, Werewolf Game
Zone serves its own needs, listen to your Flumm feed
Tell me again about how Peven's never right, right
You vitriolic, iconiclastic, alts, bots, OLEG
IPAMPILASH

It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

The other night TheButcher linked movie news that no one reads
Moriarty's gone i see, Drew McWeeny
Cpt Kirks 2Pay, why won't he just go away
Toshiro Lucas, Airwolf, docfalken, GLIB
You Tomboy Beanpole, Monkey Butler, Dino's dead, right? right.

It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

This brought a tear to my eye.

[Bloo]

That's great, it starts with an ass-grab
Jasmine Baker airs complaints
and Harry Knowles is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to Tim League churn
Quint serves his own needs,
Don't deserve your misdeeds
Release a PR statement, but, no strength,
The talkbacks starts to clatter
With outrage, bile, hate
Faraci under fire, represent birth.movies.death
And an editor for hire at Fantastic Fest
Austin isn't coming in a hurry
With the fury breathing down their necks

Post by post, the Zoners baffled, trumped, bothered, banned
Look at that post count, fluff, then
Uh oh, overflow, December flood, Elders, Noobs
But it'll do, Club Dink Touch, Werewolf Game
Zone serves its own needs, listen to your Flumm feed
Tell me again about how Peven's never right, right
You vitriolic, iconiclastic, alts, bots, OLEG
IPAMPILASH

It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

The other night TheButcher linked movie news that no one reads
Moriarty's gone i see, Drew McWeeny
Cpt Kirks 2Pay, why won't he just go away
Toshiro Lucas, Airwolf, docfalken, GLIB
You Tomboy Beanpole, Monkey Butler, Dino's dead, right? right.

It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it (time we had some time alone)
It's the end of the Zone as we know it and I feel fine

Brilliant

[Wolfpack]

Vicar, did you hear about this one?
Vicar, are you locked in the pun?