Lyrics About Fart Song

I lean against the window and see the empty streets and silent trees and lifeless houses pass me by. Music still in my ear, I find myself playing…….. [Song

The theme of 123rd Street rap is one that can't be compared to any other poem. The reason for this is that it has such a deep reality to it and it is only a poem. One good reason to love this poem is it show someone to appreciate the life that one has and to not take what you have for granted. The line “Automatic bullets bounce off stoop steps”(Perdomo 2) should make anyone who doesn't live this everyday reality appreciate the life that they live. The poet saw the life that people have to live and put it into words and makes you understand in just a few lines.

My body tingles, still feeling the need to be on the dance floor, moving with the music. Everything is soft and a little bit muted around me, and it all seems brighter. Everything is funny, so funny, I can’t stop laughing. I didn’t drink did I? It doesn’t matter, because everything feels so good now. So good, until a

A girl runs from room to room in a deserted house. She’s looking for somewhere to hide, but all the rooms are empty. Her hands open and close, grasping at the air as she careers from wall to wall and stumbles through doors. She runs down narrow stairs into the basement, the rasp of her breath rising above the low drone of the sound track. A fluorescent bulb hums and splutters, and throws shadows onto a crumbling brick wall and the stained concrete floor.

Thir’s something in this room wi me it is comin oot the fuckin ceiling above the bed. It’s a baby…It’s covered in a sick yellow-green slime. It’s eyes are the eyes ay every psychopath ah’ve ever met. It springs fae the ceilin down on top ay us. Ma fingers rip and tear at the soft, plasticine flesh and messy lunge but the ugly shrill voice is still screaming n mocking n ah jerk n jolt n feel like the bed’s sprung vertical n ah’m fawn through the fuckin

Melodies Melodies on my mind sweet tunes which remind me of days so simple and carefree which passed by so quickly melodies that make me remember happy times songs that sing of a time that will never come again songs that make me mellow melodies I will always cherish they bring back the good times with all the rhymes melodies so very dear make me smile all the while my heart beats with the drums and they make me want to dance melodies so soothing as I listen and reflect so many different things to remember times we’ll always treasure when my mind is in a muddle or the blues overtake me it’s time to put on the old tunes and let the melodies soothe me and happy I’ll be

You 're a good girl… The obnoxious music penetrated deep past my ear drum and pumped through me. The stench of sweat and stale foamy beer consumed the air. Blackness engulfed me and all the other one hundred clammy bodies in the room. Their erratic body movements were revealed to the wandering eyes only when the disco ball flashed its blinding lights on them.

Get A Move On !!! In this song “What You Waiting For?’ Stefani Gwen states: “what an amazing time what a family/ how did the years go by now its only me. ”(1-2)

Burn’s “Auld Lang Syne” has beautiful lyrics that I think really tie in the aspect of an old and New Year. I think that New Years celebration all point to a remembrance of an old year and the joy of a new one. The lyrics from both songs talk about time and the “old days”, which is a perfect fit of what we think about in New Years. Also about taking a new cup of kindness, which can interpret that, we should start the New Year happy and do well the rest of it. When you hear the song you can really see how it’s like looking back at the old and thinking about a new start. The poem was a lot of staying power because it is very relatable and moving. I also think that it is very emotional and makes you feel like pondering about times and people. If

After waiting an hour, my embarrassment and humiliation inclined to anger and determination. The incessant, irritating beeping of the emergency alarm provided a wonderful contrast to the calm, mellifluous sounds the band was producing, as I strode to confront my band director. My false confidence shattered; the alarm did my job for me, disrupting practice and ending my boredom. Normally, my director would continue rehearsing through injuries and fire drills, but promised to evacuate us after just one more repetition. After three runs of the ballad, we retreated to the school and sixty of us sat cramped in my director's dark office. Rock-paper-scissors tournaments and sparknoting occupied the first 12 minutes of the drill, but mass hysteria characterized the next 8. Apparently, there was a gas leak in the chemistry lab and a humorously difficult English test. Only one of those proved to be true, unfortunately the science department was safe and methane

No limits I’m free it feels like flying , like a phoenix a bird that knows when he’s dying but strong today I’m alive not dead yet . I was mad at the world but now I’m loving everyone, treating everybody with love and a smile , a smile can do a lot can change someone’s mood. Yes share the love I’m accepting my death with a hug, I know what I’m doing today not looking for what’s tomorrow , when tomorrow comes I will worry about that then . No worries more than knowing I’m goanna die what’s worst can happen to a

The contents in Act 1 were very helpful for me. Actually, most of them have been heard before, but its logical and scientific approach made me completely understand the significance of the brain-base theory, and encouraged me to try it. I have changed my lifestyle a lot, after I read this book. In the next my own lists, I added my understanding and changed the order.

The quiet time at the campsite is ten o’clock, and it is now ten o’clock. The parents come back over and tell us we need to head back to our own campsites. My mom, sister, and I will go and brush our teeth in the bathroom first, while the boys stay at the campsite. In the bathroom, we see all the other girls getting ready to go to bed. There are only two sinks in the bathroom, so we have to share the sink with everyone. The bathroom smells like the outside mixed with a gross bathroom smell. Once we finished brushing our teeth, we head on back to the campsite, and then the boys go to the bathroom.

The studio is empty. Each step I take echoes off the walls. The boombox in my hand bounces against my thigh as I walk. The air smells like stale Cheeto puffs, possibly from a birthday party that occurred earlier. Tonight definitely left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Our story begins with the beautiful musical sounds of the world driven from their instruments by the onset of a mechanical age no-one predicted, nor expected. An awful time when rough toned noise crept remorselessly through every doorway, every window, polluting every passageway and quiet place until silence abandoned the people to their plight and was gone.