Rhyming story

[S.C.G]

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision

[T-3]

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision

And every spectator falls victim to immediate superstition

[S.C.G]

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision

And every spectator falls victim to immediate superstition

While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision

[MoogleViper]

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision

And every spectator falls victim to immediate superstition

While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision

Though your ignorance has clouded your vision

[chairdriver]

Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision

And every spectator falls victim to immediate superstition

While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision

Though your ignorance has clouded your vision,

All I can say is, Welcome To England.

[Diageo]

All I can say is, Welcome To England.

But you shouldn't as we're actually in Finland.

[T-3]

All I can say is, Welcome To England.

But you shouldn't as we're actually in Finland.

If we're now going to post everything that ends with -land, this will be getting out of hand

[S.C.G]

All I can say is, Welcome To England.

But you shouldn't as we're actually in Finland.

If we're now going to post everything that ends with -land, this will be getting out of hand

The cities we passed were a flickering wasteland

[S.C.G]

Beautiful veins and blood-shot eyes, why'd you have to go and let it die?

[T-3]

Beautiful veins and blood-shot eyes, why'd you have to go and let it die?

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

[S.C.G]

Beautiful veins and blood-shot eyes, why'd you have to go and let it die?

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

I push my hands up to the sky

[T-3]

Beautiful veins and blood-shot eyes, why'd you have to go and let it die?

And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye

I push my hands up to the sky

On a bridge, quite high

[S.C.G]

heaven is a feeling I get, in your arms

[T-3]

heaven is a feeling I get, in your arms

Frosted Lucky Charms

[Diageo]

In my head, i hear the sound of alarms.

[S.C.G]

heaven is a feeling I get, in your arms

Frosted Lucky Charms

In my head, i hear the sound of alarms

Summer comes early to strawberry farms

Edited September 23, 2009 by S.C.G

[Diageo]

I'm not sure that rhymes...

[S.C.G]

I'm not sure that rhymes...

 

Edited, happy now? :p

 

Annnnnd time for a new line to rhyme to...

 

 

And a thimbles worth of milky moon can touch hearts larger than a thimble

[Diageo]

The fingers of an angel, are fragile and nimble.

[S.C.G]

And a thimbles worth of milky moon can touch hearts larger than a thimble

The fingers of an angel, are fragile and nimble.

Catenaries and dirigibles brace and buoy the living-room -- a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble

[Diageo]

And a thimbles worth of milky moon can touch hearts larger than a thimble

The fingers of an angel, are fragile and nimble.

Catenaries and dirigibles brace and buoy the living-room -- a loom of metal, warp - woof - wimble

Not understanding a word in that sentence, I will sit here nibbling on this pringle.

[S.C.G]

and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat

[Diageo]

and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat

His ears were ringing with the engine of a boat

[S.C.G]

and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat

His ears were ringing with the engine of a boat

And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat

[Diageo]

and Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat

His ears were ringing with the engine of a boat

And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat

I was drowning, the blue surrounded me, I needed a float