User:InfectedShroom
Alright, how about we start all over again. I should think things over before I say them.
Hai! My name's InfectedShroom. So... Um... I'll get to my userpage.
Random Quote Section
Here is where I might put a random quote from time to time.
Super Mario Bros.
A sonnet by IS
Super Mario Bros. is very fun
Stomping Goombas and getting to Bowser,
We know this game can be the only one.
And to the end I get ever closer
I could definitely play this all night
And I reach the end around the morning.
Mario and Bowser begin to fight
Mario dodges Bowser's flaming
No loss of life if he dodges it all
Bowser lets a ton of flame unload.
But we watch as Bowser begins to fall.
Defeated! Here's a message from Toad:
"The Princess is in another castle."
Dang, this game is such a hassle!
LOL, I had to make that in English class. I laughed as I was making it. :P
Knights of the Wiki
(To the tune of Knights of Cydonia by Muse. NOTE: it is from the point of view of a troll/spammer.)
Come, ride with me,
Through the articles of MarioWiki,
I'll show you a Sysop, falls asleep on the job!
And how can we win?
When fools can be 'crats?
Don't waste your edits or your edits will waste you!
No one's gonna block my account!
The time has come to spam things up!
You and I must fight for our IP's!
You and I must fight to survive!
No one's gonna block my account!
The time has come to spam things up!
You and I must fight for our IP's!
You and I must fight to survive!
No one's gonna block my account!
The time has come to spam things up!
You and I must fight for our IP's!
You and I must fight to survive!
Yeah, I know, pretty dumb, but funny!
Lyrics for Myself
Of Street Spirit (Fade Out)
Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things will one day swallow whole
Fade out again, Fade out.
This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all, go under
fade out again, fade out again
Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things will one day swallow whole
Fade out again, Fade out again
Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love
Something else for myself
A quote from Thom Yorke (lead singer of Radiohead) about the above song.
Street Spirit is our purest song, but I didn't write it. It wrote itself. We were just its messengers; its biological catalysts. Its core is a complete mystery to me, and, you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless. All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve. Street Spirit has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song. It's called detachment. Especially me; I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it. I'd crack. I'd break down on stage. That's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning. I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together. That's what's meant by 'all these things you'll one day swallow whole'. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion. I'd crack...
Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realise what they're listening to. They don't realise that Street Spirit is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes, and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh. And it's real, and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that too long, I'd crack.
I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song. That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell every time I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of its meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging its tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart. I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much. I didn't write that song.