These two lines alone are worth all the time I spent waiting for your poem!
Barbara, I'll have a quick breakfast and then I'll be back with your counter-poem.
HEY! I'm planning to provide the guitar chords too!
They were definitely Giants!
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These two lines alone are worth all the time I spent waiting for your poem!
Barbara, I'll have a quick breakfast and then I'll be back with your counter-poem.
HEY! I'm planning to provide the guitar chords too!
mr. tokmak
Wizard of Your Family
This's for a Belgian.
The song starts with drum solo
Pat pata pata pat pat.Pat pata pata pat pat pat.
Thenthe guitars enter.
Cýv.Miv.Civ civ.Miv Miv.Ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvv.
I know a strange Belgian who thinks he's Red Knight
He doesn't even know how to fight.
He always urinates to his pants when he sees Turks come to kick his butt.
Sometimes people have laughing crisis him because of his red funny sight.
Everybody makes him as the poor servant of their castle.
When the donkeys need sex they send them to the tied Red Knight.
For the last years he even doesn't want to be tied.
Nobody knows he's gay or not.
At this time guitars continue like this.
Civ.Civ.Civvvvvvvvvv.Civ.Miyv.Miyv.Mivvvvvvvvvvvv
And the drums
Paaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt.Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt
I know a strange Belgian who thinks he's Red Knight
He doesn't even know how to fight.
He always runs after the dog's butt.
He still can't understand the Turk's might.
They all live in a cavehole in the Europe's west.
They also don't know anything about football.
They don't have a success around Europe.
The song starts with drum solo
Pat pata pata pat pat.Pat pata pata pat pat pat.
Thenthe guitars enter.
Cýv.Miv.Civ civ.Miv Miv.Ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvvvv.
I know a strange Belgian who thinks he's Red Knight
He doesn't even know how to fight.
He always urinates to his pants when he sees Turks come to kick his butt.
Sometimes people have laughing crisis him because of his red funny sight.
Everybody makes him as the poor servant of their castle.
When the donkeys need sex they send them to the tied Red Knight.
For the last years he even doesn't want to be tied.
Nobody knows he's gay or not.
At this time guitars continue like this.
Civ.Civ.Civvvvvvvvvv.Civ.Miyv.Miyv.Mivvvvvvvvvvvv
And the drums
Paaaaaaaaaaatttttttttt.Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt
I know a strange Belgian who thinks he's Red Knight
He doesn't even know how to fight.
He always runs after the dog's butt.
He still can't understand the Turk's might.
They all live in a cavehole in the Europe's west.
They also don't know anything about football.
They don't have a success around Europe.
WOW! Brilliant work Tokmak! I admired the drum solo parts! 
Barbara, here's your poem,
There was a cute little kid in Marmara,
His parents somehow named him Barbara,
He was strong in the arms, weak in the head
And he loved to dance as his victims bled...
He once paid a visit to an ugly bulletin board,
There he found some poets, such an ugly hoard...
He thought he should quickly slaughter this little bunch
For it was almost evening, and he hadnt had his brunch.
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and giveem a hellish fate!
He first shot Tcall and Clipsy with his gun,
Then he merged their skulls into one for fun!
Next was Ivan, he had his dick cut in four,
And his ass was filled with molten iron core!
He slashed through Slash Freeman, carved poor Eddys ears,
He became Witchys boyfriend and realized her worst fears.
Oh he was so merciful, he couldn't let Mark bleed for long
Buried him alive with Dreamwatch, even wrote a funeral song
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and giveem hell mate!
Then the cops showed up, twenty four they were,
He turned back to escape, no more trouble to stir...
And just as he was running home like a train,
He bumped into IroN and injured himself again!
They took him away, and locked him up in a cell,
After they tied him tight, and washed him down a well.
He now spends his forlorn days spinning in a room,
But his time will come, and he will unleash doom!
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and go to hell mate!
GUITAR CHORDS
VERSE
C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C
CHORUS
EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM
Barbara, here's your poem,
There was a cute little kid in Marmara,
His parents somehow named him Barbara,
He was strong in the arms, weak in the head
And he loved to dance as his victims bled...
He once paid a visit to an ugly bulletin board,
There he found some poets, such an ugly hoard...
He thought he should quickly slaughter this little bunch
For it was almost evening, and he hadnt had his brunch.
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and giveem a hellish fate!
He first shot Tcall and Clipsy with his gun,
Then he merged their skulls into one for fun!
Next was Ivan, he had his dick cut in four,
And his ass was filled with molten iron core!
He slashed through Slash Freeman, carved poor Eddys ears,
He became Witchys boyfriend and realized her worst fears.
Oh he was so merciful, he couldn't let Mark bleed for long
Buried him alive with Dreamwatch, even wrote a funeral song
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and giveem hell mate!
Then the cops showed up, twenty four they were,
He turned back to escape, no more trouble to stir...
And just as he was running home like a train,
He bumped into IroN and injured himself again!
They took him away, and locked him up in a cell,
After they tied him tight, and washed him down a well.
He now spends his forlorn days spinning in a room,
But his time will come, and he will unleash doom!
Oh spin mighty Barbara spin!
Youre so sweet while youre killin!
Your soft voice and your fresh breath
Are enough to drag your enemies to death!
Spin man, yeah youre so great,
Spin and go to hell mate!
GUITAR CHORDS
VERSE
C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C, C
CHORUS
EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM, EM
BARBARIAN
Taz The Devil
Awww (again tcall style) Iron ,who can deny your skills in poetry..
You are spoiling meeee..
I just loved the ''changes'' in the verses and the chorus...
I'm honoured ,really...Thanx ''mate''...
(btw I didn't miss the injury part... ...Oh it became my fate.. )
You are spoiling meeee..
I just loved the ''changes'' in the verses and the chorus...
I'm honoured ,really...Thanx ''mate''...
(btw I didn't miss the injury part...
...Oh it became my fate.. )
Eclipse
Red Knight
grrrr; UMUT, EAT THIS !!! this is a song called
THE PLANET OF THE GAYS, (live version)
---------------------music&lyrics: J. Van Dick
(between brackets is backing vocals)
This is a song about the ancient land
where Long lost secrets lie hidden
there under the level'd sand
A traveller I've been,
I searched my ways (flirting the girls with his pretty fa-a-ace)
In Istanbul I've been,
Suffered for nights days (surrounded by a bunch of ga-a-ays)
Only to find out what I knew
long before about this place (nobody believes what he sa-a-ays)
Its origins and forefathers
are little green man from space (the planet of the gays, gays, ga-a-ays)
Thousands of years it was, before the glory of Troyes
They landed their spaceships, raping every Turkish boy
They dressed up like donkeys, for Turks the perfect decoy
Ever since they hunt Belgians as the ultimate sex toy
Nobody will ever claim that Turks do not st-i-i-iink
They even drink from glasses, coloured pi-i-i-ink
They come from a planet which is called SPI-I-I-INK
to little green women, their fathers used to wi-i-i-ink
That is how I had to protect myself from the Turkish beast
it sleeps and looks so sweet, in the sun near the middle east
but keep alert or you'll make a mistake, and it won't be your least
your genitals cooked on a silver plate, eating your ass on their feast
Hear my story, I've seen it all
Hear my warning, even though you're a pervert like Tcall
I beg you, never seduce some pretty Turkish doll
Cause in the dark depth of Hell, you'll fall
Singing....
Yeah ! ohohoho
A traveller I've been,
I searched my ways (flirting the girls with his pretty fa-a-ace)
In Istanbul I've been,
Suffered for nights days (surrounded by a bunch of ga-a-ays)
Only to find out what I knew
long before about this place (nobody believes what he sa-a-ays)
Its origins and forefathers
are little green man from space (the planet of the gays, gays, ga-a-ays)
I saw it all, when I woke up one night
Spotting in Umut's room a little light
I saw little green men, holding eachothers ass quite tight (yeah that's ri-i-i-ight)
They turned to me, I saved my butt in a glorious fight (that was an incredible si-i-ight)
Again Turkisch bastards had to bow for Belgian might (his name is the red kni-i-i-ght)
You'd turn into a different man if you saw what I've seen
Before all this, I still believed in a princess with her bean
I've become nasty, old and mean (not anymore some wreckless te-e-e-en)
But at least, my ass still is clean (he's still a real sex machi-i-i-ne)
Remember when we swam in the black Sea
My revenge, dear Umut, I took it there on thee (he would never flee-e-e-e)
That little hot beam you felt in the water came from me
Yes, against your leg, I've always liked it to pee ( pee-ee-ee-ee)
Come one, one more time... singing
ohohoho-o-o-o-o-o oh
o-o-o-o-o-oh-oh-ooooh
Yeah ! ohohoho
A traveller I've been,
I searched my ways (flirting the girls with his pretty fa-a-ace)
In Istanbul I've been,
Suffered for nights days (surrounded by a bunch of ga-a-ays)
Only to find out what I knew
long before about this place (nobody believes what he sa-a-ays)
Its origins and forefathers
are little green man from space (the planet of the gays, gays, ga-a-ays)
the planet of the gays
the planet of the gays
ohohoh, -o-o-o-oooh
gay-ay-ayayayzyay
Yeah. Thank you, very much, goodbye.
(anticipating on all the success I'm gonna get now:
)
tcall
WAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaa!!
Eclipse
Red Knight
tcall
WAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaa!!
Good work, btw.... I especially liked the inclusion of backing vocals!!
I think Belgium may have it's first Eurovision winner there!!!
Eclipse
Red Knight
tcall
WAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaa!!
Evilho
Daddy
Angelwitch
StarMermaid
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Clipsy, I admire your creativity mate! Especially the last two lines above were beyond mankind's borders of imagination!!! Congratulations!
I'll be back with a reply of course... next morning earliest.
Till then you have to do with this ominous little reminder:
Your mental vision has dimmed my friend,
You're living through the end (Hey let's go back).
You're completely lost, forever sunk,
Left as sick as the fart of a skunk (Eeww, back off).
Get a grip on reality, and base your poems on truth,
Or Turks'll cut your dick to size, right down to the root (You fucking backstabber)!
Be it human or alien, we HAD some history line,
Unlike you and your nation, bastard Jane of mine (Back with a vengeance)!!!
Of course, the ones written in brackets are backing vocals
HEY! Now that I've finished typing it, I think this might be enough for you
I'm too lazy to write more anyway
Evilho
Daddy
If you think you can survive this thread without reading my masterpiece, you're completely wrong! I'm ready with the first 4 verse already!
Evilho
Daddy
Ok, I'll read it next morning.
I'm warning you though; if it's got anything to do with my pink glass, you're in big trouble!
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I always drink from the blue one anyway
I'm warning you though; if it's got anything to do with my pink glass, you're in big trouble!
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I always drink from the blue one anyway
Evilho
Daddy
Evilho
Daddy
The Ballad of Iván
Part I. Adventures in Istan-fucking- bul
Istanbul was such a dull little stinking town
That Iván felt like a flower in a goddamn barn
Turks they play football as a perfect outlet
Yet they don't know how to flush the toilet
So Ivi went to have a shower to get rid of the smell
When something happened that I can hardly even tell
Ah! but don't you rush like this, my pen:
Introduce those strangers in that *#&*@×° land!
Ivi's our hero - so nice and handsome!
You disagree? Come and get some!
So pure and gentle he was; looking like a macho
Not like Tcall (his idol's Michael Jacko)
Umut, the host, runs a gay-saray
Sometimes he supports Galatasaray
In his free time he practices a trick:
To the hole in his bottom he connects his dick
glass
Lost soul at the airport, duckface in the car
By Umy's dick, on his ass Jan's wearin' a scar
Travelling through Europe - now seeing the decay
Umut's smelly hut is in fact made of clay.
Barbi has this madness that he thinks he's Batigoal
How come with this nickname he knows nothin 'bout football?
The reason: he is Turkish. That's the bloody point
For his nationality, he should be brought to court
Staring at his Umut baby, Tokmak was in trance
The respond of Umut was an annoying ass-dance
Tokmak was getting horny, he called his friend, Temel
And together they went to fuck an old camel
The story will continue; so far I've just introduced some of the heroes of this ballad. Watch out, the rest is coming soon - and the ballad may never end!!
Part I. Adventures in Istan-fucking- bul
Istanbul was such a dull little stinking town
That Iván felt like a flower in a goddamn barn
Turks they play football as a perfect outlet
Yet they don't know how to flush the toilet
So Ivi went to have a shower to get rid of the smell
When something happened that I can hardly even tell
Ah! but don't you rush like this, my pen:
Introduce those strangers in that *#&*@×° land!
Ivi's our hero - so nice and handsome!
You disagree? Come and get some!
So pure and gentle he was; looking like a macho
Not like Tcall (his idol's Michael Jacko)
Umut, the host, runs a gay-saray
Sometimes he supports Galatasaray
In his free time he practices a trick:
To the hole in his bottom he connects his dick
glass
Lost soul at the airport, duckface in the car
By Umy's dick, on his ass Jan's wearin' a scar
Travelling through Europe - now seeing the decay
Umut's smelly hut is in fact made of clay.
Barbi has this madness that he thinks he's Batigoal
How come with this nickname he knows nothin 'bout football?
The reason: he is Turkish. That's the bloody point
For his nationality, he should be brought to court
Staring at his Umut baby, Tokmak was in trance
The respond of Umut was an annoying ass-dance
Tokmak was getting horny, he called his friend, Temel
And together they went to fuck an old camel
The story will continue; so far I've just introduced some of the heroes of this ballad. Watch out, the rest is coming soon - and the ballad may never end!!
tcall
WAAaaaaaaaAAAAaaa!!
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