^ (funny Gathering of the Jaggalos parody)
― Josh in Chicago, Friday, 9 April 2010 15:28 (fourteen years ago) link
^ this thread is funnier
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:29 (fourteen years ago) link
Open here I flung the shitter, when, with many a fart and titter,In there stepped an ugly pelican of the fugly days of yore.Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;But, with mien of Juggalo or lass, ate my cellphone, I got sore -Perched upon the Great Milenko just above my outhouse door -Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this lame-ass bird beguiling my sad clownface into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,`Though in your beak my phone has haven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.Ghastly annoying dumb pelican wandering from the Bayside shore -Tell me what thy lordly name is on SF's Plutonian shore!'Quoth the pelican, `Fuck you dude.'
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 9 April 2010 15:30 (fourteen years ago) link
fukkin Raggetts, how do they work?
― my heart will goon (some dude), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:31 (fourteen years ago) link
LOL
― GREAT JOB Mushroom head (gbx), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:31 (fourteen years ago) link
`Twas brillig, and the fuckin' toves Did gyre and gimble in this bitch.
― Josh in Chicago, Friday, 9 April 2010 15:40 (fourteen years ago) link
okay I was off the ICP train long before this song came out so I had no idea how hilarious it was
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:41 (fourteen years ago) link
also why has no one called out the "beatboxing" in the coda, which sounds suspiciously like "bored sound engineer making fart noises"
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:47 (fourteen years ago) link
seeing it the first time immediately reminded me of this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buqtdpuZxvk
― Bastards of Young Dro, Friday, 9 April 2010 15:49 (fourteen years ago) link
Best thread ever!
― I turn it up when I hear the banjo (Dan Peterson), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:55 (fourteen years ago) link
― fuckin' raggett... how does that work? (Whiney G. Weingarten), Friday, April 9, 2010 9:08 AM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Suggest Ban Permalink
damn late pass
― my heart will goon (some dude), Friday, 9 April 2010 15:58 (fourteen years ago) link
It's all good.
― Ned Raggett, Friday, 9 April 2010 16:14 (fourteen years ago) link
point of diminishing returns has probably been reached; nonetheless:
As I came down the impassible Rivers,I heard no more the scientists' lies,Targets for screaming juggalos they were nailedNaked to painted poles.
What did I care for any crews,Carriers of long-neck giraffes or of fuckin' rainbows!The midnight coast and all that hubbub left behind,The miracles let me go my own free way.
In the furious lashings of the Dark Carnival,Emptier than pelicans' mouths, I through that vicious weatherRan! And great peninsulas unmooredNever knew how the fuck magnets work.
― INSUFFICIENT FUN (bernard snowy), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:41 (fourteen years ago) link
We stopped at miraculous daysand got out of the car. I fed a fish to a pelican. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something-- and it tried to eat my cellphone.
― Fetchboy, Friday, 9 April 2010 16:42 (fourteen years ago) link
not being a big classics person, I only immediately recognized DJ Mencap's source poem, which made me crack the fuck up
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:43 (fourteen years ago) link
This thread is like some kinda road to damascus moment for me
― repugnant appearance, Irish background, not an animal (Jon Lewis), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:45 (fourteen years ago) link
HI DERE, there is quite a lot of William Clown Williams itt
― forgive me fada (acoleuthic), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:46 (fourteen years ago) link
still firmly believe that ICP were solidly entertaining, if not exceedingly gifted emcees, from Ringmaster through about half of The Great Milenko, largely for the reasons everyone is bugging out over "Miracles" itt
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:47 (fourteen years ago) link
Somebody please do emperor of ice cream
― repugnant appearance, Irish background, not an animal (Jon Lewis), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:47 (fourteen years ago) link
"85 bucks an hour" still makes me laugh xp
― fuck in rainbows, ☔ (dyao), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:49 (fourteen years ago) link
They used to be exceedingly good at swinging between ridiculously goofy and hilarious, and kind of creepy and unsettling but still hilarious, then their decent producer left and they ran out of ideas for a while. It makes sense that when Mike E. Clark came back, they'd get some decent beats back again and come up with more entertaining goofy shit like this.
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:53 (fourteen years ago) link
What he has now to say is a longwonder the world can bear & be.Once in a sycamore I was gladall at the top, and I sang.Hard on the land wears the strong seaand fuckin' magnets, how do they work?
― INSUFFICIENT FUN (bernard snowy), Friday, 9 April 2010 16:59 (fourteen years ago) link
great milenko only entertained me for the first fifteen minutes of the first listen, but it's possible i'm more peurile than i was in high school (i had to write a preview of their upcoming show for the weekender section of the local paper, only the band backed out of the gig the day of because the stage was too small for their many faygo bottles or something. thankfully it was relatively early in the juggalo era and there wasn't a full-blown riot).
― da croupier, Friday, 9 April 2010 16:59 (fourteen years ago) link
Yeah well the problem is that you hit "Piggy Pie" and it's like "holy shit this is fucking awful, fuck you ICP" and that might mean you never make it to "The Neden Game" (which IIRC wasn't on the original Disney-approved album anyway but is like miles ahead of everything else on the album).
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:01 (fourteen years ago) link
haha since i haven't heard it since high school i don't remember any specifics other than that i was amused for fifteen minutes, bored for rest of album and repeated listens and all other ICP interactions until you posted some mp3s of them a while back, like the one about their ghosts killing a jury, and i realized some of that shit had been squeezed into diamonds.
― da croupier, Friday, 9 April 2010 17:04 (fourteen years ago) link
haha the neden game is the one track I remember as being good xp
― fuck in rainbows, ☔ (dyao), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:04 (fourteen years ago) link
thread needs less ICP praise, more juggalo poetry
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:08 (fourteen years ago) link
juggaloetry, you mean
― da croupier, Friday, 9 April 2010 17:11 (fourteen years ago) link
insane clown poesy
― forgive me fada (acoleuthic), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:11 (fourteen years ago) link
TS: Juggaloetry vs Floetry
― Wood shavings! Laughing out loud! (HI DERE), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:12 (fourteen years ago) link
edgar allen juggapoe
― fuck in rainbows, ☔ (dyao), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:12 (fourteen years ago) link
oh yeah I recognized "The Raven" too
Violent J has run away! I was fuckin trotting along and suddenlyit started raining faygo in this bitchand you said it was just a pelicanbut pelicans try to eat your cellphone so it was really rainingfaygo in this bitch and I was in such a hurryto meet you but the fuckin' trafficwas acting exactly like a fuckin' magnetand suddenly I see a headline VIOLENT J HAS RUN AWAY!there is no rain in Hollywoodthere is no faygo in CaliforniaI have been to lots of baysand waved a lot of fish but I never actually run awayoh Violent J we love you come back
― puff puff post (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:17 (fourteen years ago) link
I placed a phone in Frisco Bay,And there it was, upon the bay.It made the slovenly wackassnessSurround that bay.
The wackassness rose up to it,And sprawled around, no longer wild.The phone was there upon the groundAnd tall and of a port in air.
It took dominion every where.The phone was gray and bare.It did not give of bird or bush,Like nothing else in Frisco Bay.
― a modest crowd, not jammed (Eazy), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:19 (fourteen years ago) link
mad props for doing o'hara
xp
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:22 (fourteen years ago) link
The rain set early in to-night,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its worst to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in a butterfly; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her formWithdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,And laid her soiled gloves by, untiedHer hat and let the damp hair fall,And, last, she sat down by my sideAnd called me. When no voice replied,She put my arm about her waist,And made her smooth white shoulder bare,And all her yellow hair displaced,And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,Murmuring how she loved me--sheToo weak, for all her heart's endeavour,To set its struggling passion freeFrom pride, and vainer ties dissever,And give herself to me for ever.But passion sometimes would prevail,Nor could to-night's gay feast restrainA sudden thought of one so paleFor love of her, and all in vain:So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyesHappy and proud; at last I knewPorphyria worshipped me; surpriseMade my heart swell, and still it grewWhile I debated what to do.That moment she was mine, mine, fair,Perfectly pure and good: I foundA thing to do, and all her hairIn one long yellow string I woundThree times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;I am quite sure she felt no pain.As a shut bud that holds a bee,I warily oped her lids: againLaughed the blue eyes without a stain.And I untightened next the tressAbout her neck; her cheek once moreBlushed bright beneath my burning kiss:I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore 50Her head, which droops upon it still:The smiling rosy little head,So glad it has its utmost will,That all it scorned at once is fled,And I, its love, am gained instead!Porphyria's love: she guessed not howHer darling one wish would be heard.And thus we sit together now,And all night long we have not stirred,And yet God has not said a word!
― puff puff post (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:23 (fourteen years ago) link
faygoetry
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:23 (fourteen years ago) link
Looking for the LOLs in the Browning, but mostly just getting not-LOLs.
― Josh in Chicago, Friday, 9 April 2010 17:41 (fourteen years ago) link
it's subtle
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:42 (fourteen years ago) link
To Christ our Bitch I CAUGHT this morning morning’s miracle, king- dom of fucken' rainbows, dapper-phone-drawn Pelican, in his ridin' Of the rollin' Frisco underneath him steady sea, and I'm gettin' High there, how he rung upon the ringtone of a cellphone's ring In his gizzard! then off, when phone stops callin', As a skater’s heel sweeps smooth on a half-pipe: with puke and cryin' I guffed a big wind. My heart in hidin' Stirred for a bird,—the trapeze of; the ringmastery of the thing! Bitch beauty and Faygo and wack, oh, fuck this pelican here, Fuck y'all! AND the breaks that fire from the DJ, a billion Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my Clown Posse! The wonder of it: fuckén' magnéts work fucken' silly and Shit, and big-beak remembrance, ah my dear, Phone, call thyself. I cash gold millions, Bitch
― forgive me fada (acoleuthic), Friday, 9 April 2010 17:46 (fourteen years ago) link
to write a poem after magnets is barbaric, and that corrodes also the knowledge which expresses why it has become impossible to write poetry today
― Lamp, Friday, 9 April 2010 17:50 (fourteen years ago) link
Two Faygos procured in Harper WoodsAnd sorry I could not spray you with both And be one Juggalo, long I stood And shook up one as much as I could To better soak with Red Pop your clothes
Then shook the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Then a pelican took to the airHis fucking pouch, my cell phone's in thereLast time I'll toss fish in Frisco Bay
And two bitches that morning I furiously laid With faces painted white upon blackOh, I sprayed Faygo on the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if she should ever come back Fucking magnets, I say with a sighI don't want to talk to no scientistTwo Faygos procured in Harper WoodsI shook the one labeled Rock & RyeAnd that has made all the difference.
― joygoat, Friday, 9 April 2010 17:51 (fourteen years ago) link
god damn
― puff puff post (uh oh I'm having a fantasy), Friday, 9 April 2010 18:28 (fourteen years ago) link
good work all around. these should be published imo.
― bnw, Friday, 9 April 2010 18:30 (fourteen years ago) link
outstanding
― GREAT JOB Mushroom head (gbx), Friday, 9 April 2010 18:47 (fourteen years ago) link
nobody heard him, the pelicanbut still he lay moaningi ate from a juggalo in frisco bayand not a fish but a cellphone
poor bird, he always loved fukkin magnetsand now he's deadit must have been the faygo his heart gave waythey said.
oh no no no, it was faygo always(still the pelican lay moaning)i ate from juggaloes all my lifeand not a fish but a cellphone
― drama queen woman candidate (c sharp major), Friday, 9 April 2010 18:55 (fourteen years ago) link
guitar solo almost as good as final placement
― phat vintage shit (r1o natsume), Friday, 9 April 2010 19:14 (fourteen years ago) link
Philip Larkinsane Clown Posse
― Neil S, Friday, 9 April 2010 19:35 (fourteen years ago) link
I saw the best minds of my juggalo nation blown by magnets, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the faygo cans at dawn looking for an angry fix,jester-painted hipsters toking for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of their parents' basements festering 'neath suburbs of Detroit contemplating Mushroomhead
― steev reich (Curt1s Stephens), Saturday, 10 April 2010 02:34 (fourteen years ago) link
guitar solo almost as good as final placement― phat vintage shit (r1o natsume), Friday, April 9, 2010 12:14 PM (7 hours ago)
― phat vintage shit (r1o natsume), Friday, April 9, 2010 12:14 PM (7 hours ago)
lol, i thought the same thing!
― ✌.✰|ʘ‿ʘ|✰.✌ (Steve Shasta), Saturday, 10 April 2010 02:41 (fourteen years ago) link