Off at Tangents: Waff at Argents!

Don't expect too many intelligent lyrics in popular music, that would be like discovering primordial soup comes with croutons.

Feebles could never be a dragon, nor anything that was big, strong and feared amongst the rest. He was the rest and this just could not be. Feebles decided to make a superhero costume out of everything he found around the house, a bit of this and a bit of that. After he completed the costume he ran upstairs to the mirror... He took one look, a look of disgust and hatred, and ripped off his superhero costume and threw it to the ground, he tried again, this time paying more attention to presentation and the way it could intimidate someone. For Feebles was ready to become someone... Someone who was a somebody... Somebody who could be respected and not treated like a loser. Feebles no longer wanted to be feeble, he wanted to be strong... This was his day, when he'd say "back in my day" to his kids in the future, this was the day he was referring to, he'd rise up to the skies and be appreciated. He ran outside in his costume and felt more powerful and free than he never had before, no superpowers were needed... Just imagination. Imagination is what separates us from the weak. It is the gift of gifts... Your superpower. Never lose it. 

It's all about the chord change.

Have you had the lambfries down on Broadway?  They're delicious.

ExittheLemming wrote: irrelevant wrote: Feebles could never be a dragon, nor anything that was big, strong and feared amongst the rest. He was the rest and this just could not be. Feebles decided to make a superhero costume out of everything he found around the house, a bit of this and a bit of that. After he completed the costume he ran upstairs to the mirror... He took one look, a look of disgust and hatred, and ripped off his superhero costume and threw it to the ground, he tried again, this time paying more attention to presentation and the way it could intimidate someone. For Feebles was ready to become someone... Someone who was a somebody... Somebody who could be respected and not treated like a loser. Feebles no longer wanted to be feeble, he wanted to be strong... This was his day, when he'd say "back in my day" to his kids in the future, this was the day he was referring to, he'd rise up to the skies and be appreciated. He ran outside in his costume and felt more powerful and free than he never had before, no superpowers were needed... Just imagination. Imagination is what separates us from the weak. It is the gift of gifts... Your superpower. Never lose it.  All joking aside, this is rather good and borderline poignant to boot

Portions for foxes.

Foot down, heads in a bag.

I am my own box.

He told the doctor he had a windmill in his trousers.

Jack Stotper was an agent under fire. He shot three men with mongolians. He always was hired after the job had ended. He is the wisest man this side of Labardor.