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Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Hot take I know, but Jane Morris is prettier than Lizzie Siddal.
Come at me Rosetti Bros!
I’m putting these lyric here so I can find them quickly when necessary.
(I shall leave the circumstances under which finding these lyrics quickly would be necessary to your imagination.)
Dagoth Ur welcomes you,
My sweet persistent friend,
To this place where destiny’s made,
Why have you come unprepared?
Nerevar, friend or traitor,
Come and look look upon the heart,
I wait for you, countless ages,
On your next incarnation,
What a grand innocence!
Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!
Did you get the false Sunder?
So naive! Shame on you!
Moon-and-Star, I’m Dagoth Ur,
And I’m a God, there’s no escape,
So come to me and bring Wraithguard,
Through fire and war, where we last met,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth Ur, Dagoth,
Ha-ha-ha-ha, oh dear me,
You may well accuse me of seeing Dagoth Ur everywhere, but you have to admit that the new Ozostium Aranthus model for Necromunda has serious Dagoth Ur energy.


(‘serious Dagoth Ur energy’ is not a phrase anyone should ever have to type)

MacArthur Park is melting,
Green icing running down,
Somebody left the cake out in the rain,
And I don’t think that I can take it!
‘Cause it took so long to bake it!
And I’ll never have that recipe again!
MACARTHUR PARK!
MACARTHUR PAR-AR-ARK!!
IT’S MELTING!!

I love Alex Lahey.
I love the song Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself by Alex Lahey.
I love the saxophone solo in the song Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself by Alex Lahey.
But I still NEEDED to make this.
I APOLOGISE FOR NOTHING!
I hope this has been enlightening
For fifteen pennies and a box of matches,
He’ll tell you about the things he catches,
Up in the rafters,
Down in the basement,
Running to the window sill to open up the casement,
Leaping high above the daily drama,
Only stopping for a Swedish Llama,
Quick with a jab,
Then with a cut,
Slamming all the windows shut,
You can’t tell exactly what he’s going to do,
Asking everybody for a light except for you,
Fifteen pennies and some matches from Peru,
If you doubt, call it out, with a shout!
