Good Old Fashioned Spam... Like Gramma used to make

Time for some music!

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For those Whovians and Supernatural Fans...

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Come play with us....

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I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;a
I'm very well acquainted, too, with matters mathematical,
I understand equations, both the simple and quadratical,
About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the square of the hypotenuse.
I'm very good at integral and differential calculus;
I know the scientific names of beings animalculous:
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
I answer hard acrostics, I've a pretty taste for paradox,
I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In conics I can floor peculiarities parabolous;
I can tell undoubted Raphaels from Gerard Dows and Zoffanies,
I know the croaking chorus from The Frogs of Aristophanes!b
Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,c
And whistle all the airs from that infernal nonsense Pinafore.
Then I can write a washing bill in Babylonic cuneiform,
And tell you ev'ry detail of Caractacus's uniform:d
In short, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
In fact, when I know what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin",
When I can tell at sight a Mauser rifle from a Javelin,e
When such affairs as sorties and surprises I'm more wary at,
And when I know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
When I have learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery—
In short, when I've a smattering of elemental strategy—
You'll say a better Major-General has never sat a gee.f
For my military knowledge, though I'm plucky and adventury,
Has only been brought down to the beginning of the century;
But still, in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.

 

Is this the real life?​

Is this just fantasy?​

Caught in a landslide,​

No escape from reality.​

Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,​

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,​

Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,​

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.​

Mama just killed a man,​

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead.​

Mama, life had just begun,​

But now I've gone and thrown it all away.​

Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry,​

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,​

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.​

Too late, my time has come,​

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time.​

Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,​

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.​

Mama, ooh, I don't want to die,​

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.​

I see a little silhouetto of a man,​

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.​

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.​

(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro​

Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.​

He's just a poor boy from a poor family,​

Spare him his life from this monstrosity.​

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.​

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.​

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.​

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.​

(Let me go.) Will not let you go.​

(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah.​

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.​

(Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go.​

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.​

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.​

So you think you can love me and leave me to die.​

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,​

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.​

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,​

Nothing really matters,​

Nothing really matters to me.​

Any way the wind blows.​

 

Points if you know what song these are the lyrics to.


Beyond the rim of the starlight,
my love is wandring in star flight.
I know he'llfind
In star clustered reaches
Love, strange love
A starwoman teaches.

I konw his journey ends never.
His Star Trek will go on forever.
But tell him while
He wanders his starry sea,
Remember,
Remember me.

 

{Refrain
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

{Refrain

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

{Refrain
No!

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
The center lights around your vanity
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry (don't you cry no more)

 

Did you know the Bible is the most shoplifted book?

 

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Boom stick!!

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