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So. Jetzt gibts was auf m0wl. Und wehe, auch nur einer kommt mir hier mit verschwurbelten Unterstellung! Besten Jungs (und Mädel), die Kanada hervorgebracht hat.
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HChVkIQBDcs&pp=ygUVZGllIGp1Z2VuZCBtYXJzY2hpZXJ0
So. Das sind die Lyrics. Und da hab selbst ich mit meinem gefühlt 15 Punkte Englisch Schwierigkeiten mitzukommen....
Das liest sich wie nen Zeitungsbericht. Kein Refrain, keine Bridge, kein Chorus. Hut ab.
"Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus!
My name is Mindy! And it's my distinct pleasure to introduce you to a father, a loving father of three
(and a champion of the sanctioned use of armed force in pursuit of policy objectives)
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the project director of our newest recruitment strategy;
To staff future combat systems through current technologies
Without any further ado, I give to you (Colonel Casey Wardynski!)"
"Thank you! Let me begin with some sentimental appeals to our national myths;
Assorted clichés coined by the state;
The ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts away of this virtual training course
This portal; this Trojan Horse you living idiots paid for and you actually rolled into your own kids' rooms."
"Did I just say that out loud? Well, it's not like it's something new
It's just the logical extension of the decades of bilge water that you have let us pump into your homes
The pink noise that hums away in the background while you run the gauntlet we force on you everyday
The billowing candy floss that helps to soften the blows
Deep down you've always known your children already belong to us
So why don't you cut the outraged parent routine, shut your mouth and get back in your seat
Your children already belong to us. What are you? You will pass on
And they won't know a fucking thing but this 'community,' this real life Ender's Game
Forget what you think you know."
Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HChVkIQBDcs&pp=ygUVZGllIGp1Z2VuZCBtYXJzY2hpZXJ0
So. Das sind die Lyrics. Und da hab selbst ich mit meinem gefühlt 15 Punkte Englisch Schwierigkeiten mitzukommen....
Das liest sich wie nen Zeitungsbericht. Kein Refrain, keine Bridge, kein Chorus. Hut ab.
"Welcome to the offices of Economic and Manpower Analyses here at our historic and sprawling West Point Academy campus!
My name is Mindy! And it's my distinct pleasure to introduce you to a father, a loving father of three
(and a champion of the sanctioned use of armed force in pursuit of policy objectives)
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the project director of our newest recruitment strategy;
To staff future combat systems through current technologies
Without any further ado, I give to you (Colonel Casey Wardynski!)"
"Thank you! Let me begin with some sentimental appeals to our national myths;
Assorted clichés coined by the state;
The ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts away of this virtual training course
This portal; this Trojan Horse you living idiots paid for and you actually rolled into your own kids' rooms."
"Did I just say that out loud? Well, it's not like it's something new
It's just the logical extension of the decades of bilge water that you have let us pump into your homes
The pink noise that hums away in the background while you run the gauntlet we force on you everyday
The billowing candy floss that helps to soften the blows
Deep down you've always known your children already belong to us
So why don't you cut the outraged parent routine, shut your mouth and get back in your seat
Your children already belong to us. What are you? You will pass on
And they won't know a fucking thing but this 'community,' this real life Ender's Game
Forget what you think you know."
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Um mal ein wenig nostalgisch zu werden - hab ich immer auf im alten Killer Korsa nach Bochum zu meiner jetzt Frau gehört. Sommer. Fenster runter. RedBull Cola & ne BiFi. Die arme A42. 
