Fourth Reich
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Author:  TUTUTKAMEN [ Sun Jul 01, 2007 4:32 am ]
Post subject:  Fourth Reich :roll:

Author:  DO.g's [ Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:07 pm ]
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That's unreal man. I had it so loud at our place I shook the speakers off the shelf. I like the resemblance to Hitler and playing an older drunk Adolf was pure genius.

Gonna put it on my desktop!! Like your style. C'mon over and we'll see if we can get a party started!!!

Author:  Catherine [ Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:12 pm ]
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Just in time for the Fourth!

Author:  TUTUTKAMEN [ Sun Jul 01, 2007 4:29 pm ]
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I intended to simply shave my head bald. Last week was just to hot for me and the perspiration poured out as if I were a fountain. But then entered John Barleycorn and he proceeded to pour out whiskey and ideas that we should turn the experience into a pictorial documentary and call it Evolution ! So now you know the rest of the story. John Barleycorn made me do it.
Except for it was my idea about the Hitler/Bushshrub rant. :P surely all must know how much I despise that 'little weasel'. Any way I produced three takes on 'The Rant' and that the third one made me laugh the most. Then I produced a very much edited pictorial documentary, I hope ya'all enjoy them and get a few laughs. :lol: :lol: :lol:

Have a Good Day,


OH BTW !!! "John Barleycorn Must Die"

There were three men, came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John barleycorn must die!
Well, theyve ploughed, theyve sown, theve harrowed him in.
Threw clouds upon his head.
Till these three men were satisfied.
John barleycorn was dead.
Theyve let him lie for a long long time,
Till the rains from heaven did fall.

And little sir john sprang up his head
And so amazed them all.
They let him fly till the midsummers day,
Till he looked both pale and wan, oh,
Then little sir john has grown a long long beard
And so became a man.

They have hired men with the scythes so sharp.
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled and they tied him around the waist,
Serving him most him barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
To prick him to the heart.
And the loader he has served him worse than that,
For hes bound him to the cart.

Well, theyve wheeled him round and round the field,
Till they came onto a barn.
And there they made their solemn oath,
Concerning a barleycorn.
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
To split him skin from bone, yeah,
But the miller he has served him worst and bad
For he ground him between two stones.

Well theres beer all in the barrel
And brandy in the glass,
But little old sir john with his nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last.
John barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!

Now the huntsman, he cant hunt the fox,
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he cant mend his pots
Without john barleycorn,
John barleycorn, john barleycorn,
Barleycorn, barleycorn
John barleycorn, john barleycorn.

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