A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit
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A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit · AJJ
People Who Can Eat People are the Luckiest People in the World
℗ 2007 Asian Man Records
Released on: 2007-09-11
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I'd like to imagine this song to play in an opening of some sort of hunter theme show or a grimdark fantasy show.
Kid watching this:wait,he said fortnite 😯
songs that make me punch a hole in the drywall
i love sean bonnettes voice
meat bees
every third note makes my spine die
glockenspiel
I love this band, it's like music for my psychotic inner child who hates people.
To me…. AJJ is like Mountain Goats + Neutral Milk + Modest Mouse. If that makes sense.
Mista is not okay.
I feel the taps all over the front of my head and ears it’s so weird
This reminds me of crankgameplays
I named my rat after this song 🙂
Ahh!!! This is such a wonderful song and conveys an interesting message of adulthood! I really like the instrumental!! AJJ is such an amazing band!!!
This song slaps so hard honestly
This songs awsome! Love it 💜
hE SaId tHe wOrD!!1!!11
I LOVE YOU!❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
In school, did your teachers "force you to learn" by shouting you down, insulting you, and telling you that you don't deserve to live? No.
Be gentle with kids, for fuck's sake. If they don't know that "fortnight" is a real word, just tell them what it actually means instead of bashing them like an entitled asshole.
For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood
It's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path all the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
Then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I might be granted one sense of purpose
My sister thinks this song is about fortnite
She doesn't know that it actually means roughly two weeks
For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path
All the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
And then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying
To ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be
A big ball of meat
That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I might be granted one sense of purpose
For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path
All the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
And then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying
To ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be
A big ball of meat
That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I might be granted one sense of purpose
I don't know why, but I love the slow fade out. It brings an even more cinematic feeling to this song.
For four fortnites
For four fortnights I have fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood it's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path
All the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
And then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, malarking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying
To ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be
A big ball of meat
That bees can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I might be granted one sense of purpose
r.i.p stormy
Fortnite I heard fortnite
well fuck now im crying
if you listen real close, you can hear the faint sound of pianos playing in the beginning.
My favorite song from one of my favorite albums.
For four fortnights I've fled from my fortress
Foraging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood
It's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk through my path all the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
Then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
We're sadly sighing
And I'd like to be a big ball of meat
That bee's can buzz around and eat when I die
So that I may be granted one sense of purpose