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- MY SHITTY WRITING
- I think I hear the sounds of then,
- And newfags talking,
- The posts recalled, awake at 4AM,
- And threads they fall, from the tenth page.
- That certain culture, that certain board,
- To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
- In brick veneer on financed beds.
- In a room of silent hardiflex
- That certain culture, that certain board,
- Brings back the '07 days,
- Brings back the the late night /v/,
- Out on the catalog we'd sit,
- Making new shitpost threads and memes,
- We'd watch the Janitor clean the board for free
- And laugh and think, this is The Vidya board.
- The block is awkward - it faces west,
- With long diagonals, sloping too.
- And in the distance, through the heat haze,
- In convoys of silence the cattle graze.
- That certain texture, that certain beat,
- Brings forth the night time heat.
- Out on the catalog we'd sit,
- Making new shitpost threads and memes,
- We'd watch the Janitor clean the board for free
- And laugh and think, this is The Vidya board.
- To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
- In brick veneer on financed beds.
- In a room of silent hardiflex
- That certain culture, that certain board,
- Brings back the '07 days,
- Brings back the late night /v/
- Out on the catalog we'd sit,
- Making new shitpost threads and memes,
- We'd watch the Janitor clean the board for free
- And laugh and think, this is The Vidya board.
- Out on the catalog we'd sit,
- Making new shitpost threads and memes,
- We'd watch the Janitor clean the board for free
- And laugh and think, this is The Vidya board.
- This is The Vidya board. (Repeated)
- THE ACTUAL LYRICS
- I think I hear the sounds of then,
- And people talking,
- The scenes recalled, by minute movement,
- And songs they fall, from the backing tape.
- That certain texture,that certain smell,
- To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
- In brick veneer on financed beds.
- In a room, of silent hardiflex
- That certain texture, that certain smell,
- Brings home the heavy days,
- Brings home the the night time swell,
- Out on the patio we'd sit,
- And the humidity we'd breathe,
- We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
- Laugh and think, this is Australia.
- The block is awkward - it faces west,
- With long diagonals, sloping too.
- And in the distance, through the heat haze,
- In convoys of silence the cattle graze.
- That certain texture, that certain beat,
- Brings forth the night time heat.
- Out on the patio we'd sit,
- And the humidity we'd breathe,
- We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
- Laugh and think that this is Australia.
- To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
- In brick veneer on financed beds.
- In a room of silent hardiflex
- That certain texture, that certain smell,
- Brings forth the heavy days,
- Brings forth the night time sweat
- Out on the patio we'd sit,
- And the humidity we'd breathe,
- We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
- Laugh and think, this is Australia.
- Out on the patio we'd sit,
- And the humidity we'd breathe,
- We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
- Laugh and think, this is Australia.
- This is Australia (Repeated)
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