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And Bat-R-E is pronounced like battery

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Last alien batch. But don’t worry, that won’t stop me of making more edits of them. And once again, I misspelled a name for ElectricFish (play on word for “electrify” and “jellyfish”)
And Bat-R-E is pronounced like battery
Niche(ish) song Im obsessed with
BIG fog
i just wanna get paid and retire now so I can become a cute old lady who rides a toothpaste colored mini scooter with a special compartment just for crunchy Cheetos while listening to Big Fog by Gorillaz on repeat
but ok yeah i guess i’ll be a storyboard artist or do graphic novels instead w/e
Big Fog Heavy Clouds
I was born into the wind The spore of a wild flower But thrown into a sea of sin I was always going to drown Burning bridges along my way And I can't swim or slow down In overstaying a welcome stay I've worn the mat to the ground I couldn't help but try to save my name And hang my head down in doubt For living the day after the dream There's a fog that comes with the clouds I stood at those looming gates And watched as they left honour-bound And questioned at times why I was saved Only to find some answers are never found I've this conscience I can't persuade An image I won't convey or tout This portrait is one that I don't paint For it's the deft tune that has no sound I couldn't help but try to save my name And hang my head down in doubt For living the day after the dream There's a fog that comes with the clouds Once I believed in a thing called fate It's safe to say that I don't now Though I've lost track of my gained ground And all things in my shroud I couldn't help but try to save my name And hang my head down in doubt For living the day after the dream There's a fog that comes with the clouds (Jackson Papworth. 24/04/2007)