switters, too.
I've been here a lotta years and I usually dismiss the "it was
better
in the old days," posts, but this place has become truly
disturbing.
Way beyond the normal neuroses that always gave BotF its charm.
We've been utterly overrun by fucktards, sock puppets, psychotics, and
cartoon characters.
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.
Gonna leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed by the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.
In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
River going to take me, sing sweet and sleepy,
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home.
It's a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds I've come since I first left home.
Goin' home, goin' home, by the waterside I will rest my bones,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
Going to plant a weeping willow,
On the banks green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.
Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
