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cash was beautiful, and i could think of about 30 other JCs that would be perfect. . . . but i like bob, and changing of the guards really strikes me WOT-y. . . in no small part because it's all over the place, like everything from street legal.


but anyway, please, hail bob



and as always, for those who do not speak bob, the lyrics


Sixteen years

Sixteen banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves

Desperate men, desperate women divided

Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves.


Fortune calls

I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down

She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born

On midsummer's eve near the tower.


The cold-blooded moon

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.


They shaved her head

She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale

I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.


I stumbled to my feet

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.


The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected

The endless road and the wailing of chimes

The empty rooms where her memory is protected

Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times.


She wakes him up

Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks

She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking

He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes

I've moved your mountains and marked your cards

But Eden is burning either brace yourself for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.


Peace will come

With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with it's pale ghost retreating

Between the King and the Queen of Swords.

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i don't want to spam this thread, either, but that was the most beautiful thing i have ever read on dragonmount.


i love you.


i must get off the computer before i cry tears of joy.


(and also, the simpsons avatar is wonderful. goodnight, you fine young man of impeccable taste.)

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