TWP inspired songs

Lyrics created on a car ride to Lake Iseo (in car of @ZakPhoenixMcKracken)

Another one speck of dust

Oh, let’s go

Ransome walks down the street
With self-control way down low
Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet,
Insults ready to go

Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out of the mouth the insults pour
To the sound of the clicks

Another one speck of dust
Another one speck of dust
And another one picked, and another one picked
Another one speck of dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you, too
Another one speck of dust

How do you think I’m going to get along
Without the one I missed?
I took every one I found
And that’s not nearly enough

Are you happy, are you satisfied?
How many pixels have you spot?
Out of the mouth the insults pour
To the sound of the clicks

Another one…

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Very good! :grin:

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Ok. Download a music base and sing it together, before you have to get on your plane. Don’t forget to post the file here.

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And now for something completely different…

I recently found out that when in American media they (militarily) say clicks, they mean the comprehensible unit of kilometers (!). I’d always assumed it meant something like half a mile or some number of furlongs, or maybe a number of cables or a nautical mile (ab)used on land, or perhaps some other unknown Imperial unit, but for whatever reason I never bothered to look it up.

Probably mainly because other than 12 inch in a foot and 3 feet in a yard none of those bizarre relationships manage to stick around in my mind anyway. A chain is 22 yards. Okay, sure. And in ten minutes I’ll have forgotten again. :wink:

Like a score of cubits.

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