If I were a Stick Man, Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum. All day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a Stick-like man. I would make a sandcastle. Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum. If I were a biddy biddy stick, Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man. I'd build a big tall castle with flags by the dozen, Right in the middle of the beach. A fine archway to connect two more towers. There would be one large castle up on the top, And one more down below, And some towers in the middle, just for show. I'd bombard my castle with rocks and stones with our handy Trebuchet. Firing just as wildly as we can With each loud "plunk" "thwap" "biff" and "bap" Would land like a trumpet on the ear, As if to say "Here lives a great Stick-Man." If I were a stick man, Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum. All day long I'd biddy biddy bum. If I were a stick-like man. I wouldn't have to work hard. Yubby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dibby dum. If I were a biddy biddy stick, Idle-diddle-daidle-daidle man
Posted on 2013-05-03 11:36 by Caswallon.
This is a song about ignorance And the feeling of ignorance And a journey to get rid of the... feeling of... ignorance It's called: Ignorance In our knowledge-based modern society There is still stuff that you never knew A word with a cryptic usage Born in a corner of the Internet unknown to you Just five seemingly familiar letters Arranged in a way that will form a word That can bring a smile to the faces of those rare people Who happen to know what it's about A couple of Ts, an R and an E, and also an O Just five little letters all jumbled together Make a word with a meaning you just don't know And it's important that we understand That if these people should happen to choose To use the word to refer to themselves It doesn't mean the rest of you have a clue to its use So never underestimate The power that jargon imparts To those for whom "ottification" is a real word That refers to a subgenre of several arts A couple of Ts - tease them, if you want, about it An R and an E - even go ahead and shout it And also an O - no, in the end you still won't comprehend Even if I spell it out again... Yeah Only an otter would call another otter otter Only an otter would call another otter otter So listen if you value your mental health Better don't become an otter yourself, yeah Only an otter would call another otter otter As an otter you would hardly ever get to bed Spend your nights ketching up on the One True Thread Watching stick figures build sandcastles on the beach Comparing images, pixel for pixel each And you'd learn words like treeish and seaish Molpy, dilgunnerang and riverish But until then it just will seem like gibberish And those words are ours and ours alone Don't you know that... Only an otter would call another otter otter Yeah, only an otter would call another otter otter So if I post a fake ONG And ottify a song Then you wouldn't be wrong To guess I've spent a long while on it But only an otter would call another otter otter Now listen to me We're not looking for sympathy Just 'cause Randall ended the OTC Though the GLR stopped making newpix The otters still keep coming up with new tricks I imagine if you'd see our creOTTivity You'd admire our artistic sensitivity And pretty soon develop a proclivity To ask if you, too, may call us otters And I'd say: "I don't think that's appropriate!" 'Cause only an otter should call another otter otter And all the forumites, they agree it's a fact Once you've gone OTT, you can't go back Only an otter would call another otter otter Yeah go blitz through the thread, all you faithful wowterful blitzers you! Yeah, we learnt to patiently Wait For It The alt-text told us so, and that was what we did Finally we read "The End" after a few dix of "Run" But pretending you were there with us is just not on If you really want to be an otter like us Then you'll have to prove you're not just trying to sh*te us The word you must be able to get right is Semencoffeecancerbaconbabiesonice Yeah, only an otter would call another otter otter Yeah, only an otter would call another otter otter And if you find something neat On the thread, it's a feat You're invited to repeat Or even beat From your seat Only an otter would call another otter otter We write haikus, double-dactyls and panther salve ads Adorn our avatars with buffygirl's hats Make songs and photo-manips that are awefulsome And I don't mean awful but awesome and also fulsome It's a play on words Only an otter would call another otter otter And only an otter could tell the difference from a nutter Just like only a blitzer knows what it's like to blitz in fits, yeah Yeah, only an otter Only an otter Only an otter, yeah We are having a lotta Treeish times and we're not a Bunch of hopeless nerds but a CreOTTivity hotspot that keeps getting hotter Still only an otter would call another otter... otter.
Posted on 2013-08-12 19:43 by svenman.
Long ago, some Time before Cuegan began building on a shore There were boxes and boards Must have come from a furniture store It's not too expensive, it's not at all And they built a seaish platform tall-er, so fine Rising over the great Sandcastle so fine Ikea: got one down by the Sea for the greatest convenience Ikea: selling furniture for those poor souls inbetween tents Nobody has a home Ikea won't have a home when the Sea gets high So grab your bag and make no fuss Cuegan had not much to discuss In the land where the River is small and the Sea gets so high And the Ikea watched them go Wondering just what did Cuegan know Leaving safe shores for much rougher ground where the raptorcats snarl Ikea: got one down by the Sea for the greatest convenience Ikea: selling furniture for those poor souls inbetween tents Nobody has a home Ikea won't have a home when the Sea gets high Ikea: platforms, scaffolds Ikea: dilgunnerangs Ikea: ugh, steam bottles Look out for the Sea! Look out, Time to flee! I'm sorry to say the Ikea's stuck I saw the Sea and they're outta luck It's too big and you know That it does just whatever it wants I checked back in to see what they'd do But all that was left of the ocean view Was a bucket, bobbing alone and it made me afraid Ikea: got one down by the Sea for the greatest convenience Ikea: selling furniture for those poor souls inbetween tents Nobody has a home Ikea won't have a home when the Sea gets high
Posted on 2013-07-07 05:58 by BlitzGirl.
It’s been a long walk The castle has come and gone It’s been a long Time But again there is an ONG. And I will see molpies come alive at last I will watch the sea1. And they’re not gonna turn around no more No they’re not gonna leave me here. Cause I will wait for the ONG Going where Cuegan will take me I’ve got faith to ketchup I have seen LaPetite I have read the whole thread No one’s gonna drag me Outside I can wait with you all. I will wait I will wait I’ll wait for It.
Posted on 2013-06-19 02:23 by ZoomanSP.
I made this half-molpy, half-beesnake facebug to please you But I get the feeling that you don't like it What's with all the screaming? You like beesnakes, you like molpies Maybe you don't like facebugs so much Maybe I used too many beesnakes Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a molpy making a gift for you?*
Posted on 2013-06-17 14:51 by BlitzGirl.
Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Randall's in the OTT OTTifying this Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Nobody there's sane They don't even just pretend Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Randall's in the OTT I'm afraid of O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can I'm afraid of O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can I'm afraid of O-T-Ters Randall's in the OTT Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Randall wants a page Randall wants to be number one Randall wants a hat Randall wants to think of a pun Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Randall's in the OTT Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah I'm afraid of O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can I'm afraid of O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can I'm afraid of O-T-Ters Randall's in the OTT Randall looks down at the base Randall looks back and Randall's thrown back to the trace Randall's in the basement Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah Randall's in the basement Ah-ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah I'm afraid of O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can I'm afraid of the O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can Yeah, I'm afraid of the O-T-Ters I'm afraid of their plans I'm afraid I shouldn't help them I'm afraid I will I'm afraid of O-T-Ters Randall's just an otter one (x10)
Posted on 2013-11-10 05:05 by AluisioASG.
I'm Free; I'm free! And freedom tastes of reality. I'm free; I am free... No more new "Time" from x-k-c-d. If I told you what it takes to keep up and reply with all the OTT -- it's not that simple! Yes, I had to read it ALL, before; Now my sanity will be restored; "Time's" no longer my commanding temple! I'm Free; I'm free; And freedom tastes of reality. I'm free; I am free! No more new "Time" from x-k-c-d.
Posted on 2013-08-01 21:26 by StratPlayer.
I'm waiting for my ONG Oh where's the newpix? I've been waiting too long It's never early, sometimes it's late The First Commandment is -- Wait for It, and Wait... I'm waiting for my ONG Cueball and Megan, building castles so high The sea is rising, and they don't know why Or if it rains, way out there at sea (And when they look this way, do they see you and me?) I'm waiting for my ONG Time to find out, time to take some bags and go Are there more rivers? Well they just don't know The River's small, the Sea is so Big They'll never suss it out, if all they do is dig I'm waiting for my ONG Now comes the Fading, looks like the End And LaPetite -- is she foe or friend? Does the Sea end? They haven't walked far And does even Megan know just where they are? I'm waiting for my ONG I'm waiting on the sand Tiny trebuchet in my hand I'm waiting here, I'm in such a state So someone tell me -- how long must I Wait? I'm waiting for my ONG
Posted on 2013-05-30 04:04 by partingLance.
I'm Waiting in my pants Just Waiting in my pants What a glorious feelin' I'm happy again. I'm waiting for some it Whatever it may be The sun's in my pants And i'm ready for love. Let the molpy flocks roam On this thread I call home Come on with the wait I've a smile in my pants It tickles like ants just waiting waiting for some it just waiting waiting for some it
Posted on 2013-06-20 10:45 by rvloon.
You know like the back of your hand Who let me in You got me into this fora so I never want out. You know like the back of your hand Our La Petite. Our Newpixtion. Ingenue. You get me into this fora. Fools rushing in, yeah, And we Wait for It. The sands of the big sea you know blow away. In good time, I hope, I pray. If I'm not there now physically, I'm always there post coma Come what may. And you know it. Fools rushing in Well you know it. Who let them in? Well you know it Gone with a touch of White Gone with a touch of White Move through the moment Though it betrays Transformations Cancer babies and bags If I knew now What I knew then Just give me more Time I hope and pray M&C mistake all they say As the sands of the big sea blow them away.
Posted on 2013-04-29 19:00 by Valarya.