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Tropers: Phencer 42
"Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of." - They Might Be Giants

"Yo dawg, I heard you like memes, so we put some Norris in your happiness for me so you can recurse while you let me finish! " - Tzetze

Phencer42 is a musical person, an epee fencer, a gamer, and a geek (surprise surprise). Phencer42 has a very active Kingdom of Loathing account of the same name. Phencer42 also likes to refer to himself in the third person when Phencer42 is writing his troper page.

Characterization tropes I fit:

Alignment: Lawful Good

Pokemon I am according to Fawriel: Luxray

Favorite Bands:
  1. Modest Mouse
  2. Muse
  3. Collective Soul
  4. Led Zeppelin
  5. Red Hot Chili Peppers

Favorite Musicians:

Singer: Matt Bellamy

Guitarist: Jimmy Page

Bassist: Les Claypool

Drummer: Neil Peart

Meaningful Lyrics (I apologize for any language) Feel free to add your own favorites (please sign)
The Who - The Seeker

I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables

chorus: They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die

I asked Bobby Dylan I asked The Beatles I asked Timothy Leary But he couldn't help me either

chorus

People tend to hate me 'Cause I never smile As I ransack their homes They want to shake my hand

Focusing on nowhere Investigating miles I'm a seeker I'm a really desperate man

I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die

I learned how to raise my voice in anger Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile? I'm happy when life's good And when it's bad I cry I've got values but I don't know how or why

I'm looking for me You're looking for you We're looking in at each other And we don't know what to do

chorus

-Phencer42

The Offspring - Americana

Well, I'd like to tell you all about my dream, it's a place Where strip malls abound and diversion's mere moments away Where culture's defined by the ones least refined And you'll be left behind if you don't fit in It's all distorted in americana, my way Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa Well, my dream has come true Whoa, whoa, whoa My vision has come true

Now, give me my cable, fast food, four-by's, tat's right away I want it right now, 'cause my g-ggeneration don't like to wait My future's determined by thieves, thugs, and vermin It's quite an excursion, but it's ok Everything's backwards in americana, my way Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa Well, my dream has come true Whoa, whoa, whoa My vision has come true Yeah, it's all coming true

I'm a product Of my environment So don't blame me I just work here but I wanna fuck it all!

My rights are denied by those least qualified Trading profit for pride, but it's ok Everything's backwards in americana, my way Well, fuck you

Whoa, whoa, whoa Well, my nightmare has come true Whoa, whoa, whoa My nightmare has come true Yeah, it's all coming true Yeah, it's all coming true

-Phencer42

Paprika - Parade

Energy in my heart is of chemical foam
A street of taxies, worn tires, blood and flesh
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
A shining boulevard of buyers and giga-movies
Mino Depression is nonsense, La Vie en Rose is on sale
They say you should know you are happier than you realize

Dying literacy is systematically auto-killed
The formaldehyde street of buyers and hanging wires
Moisturize that dry synergy with artificial sweetener
Raining money into the high-rise mega-temples

You can not write the word 'ignorance'. The future is on sale
Push aside and laugh at the karmic tale saying it’s superstition

Now it is coming to you, giving off a stench and devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name

The roaring MC becomes a lethal dose for the public
On the street of cripples, selling diamonds and battered Tao
Behold all that is liberty is a parody of utopia
Rely on SSRI and say "hi-ho" in the coffee shop

Minor theory is flimflam, hedonism is on sale
It is non-repayable, it has reached the point of no return

Now it is coming to you giving off a stench, devouring your shadow
The parade of terror is coming, and it is in your name
Now your shadow procreates as if the ground is being smothered
The parade of lunacy is coming, and it is in your name

-Tzetze


Yellowcard - Paper Walls

Let's burn a hole, so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls, and this empty house.
Don't listen too close, their words are like guns.
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won..

Let's burn a hole, so we can climb out.
Of these paper walls, and this empty house.

Where the only thing that's real
Is visions we have of ten years ago,
Of stars in the sky and us down below
With streets and east coast lines,
We kept this scene alive.

Here I am, still hold on to this
Dream we had, I won't let go of it,
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Don't listen too close, their words are like guns
With bullets that fly and kill what you've won.
Some love to hate, and some tell you lies.
So lets make a toast, and kiss them goodbye..
We'll kiss them all goodbye..

Here I am, still hold on to this
Dream we had, I won't let go of it,
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Here I stand, won't turn back again.
Won't leave you, know how hard it's been
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Let's take what hurts, and write it all down.
On these paper walls, and this empty house.
And when our ink runs out, we'll burn it to the ground..

Here I am, still hold on to this
Dream we had, won't let go of it,\\ Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Here I stand, won't turn back again.
Won't leave you, know how hard it's been
Hear me now, you will never be alone..

Yeah..

~ Wojo816


The Good Left Undone - Rise Against

In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding there what I'd been missing,

But I know...
So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

Inside my hands these petals browned,
Dried up, fallen to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I pushed my fingers through the earth,
Returned this flower to the dirt,
So it could live. I walked away now.

But I know...
Not a day goes by that I don't feel this burn.
There's a point we pass from which we can't return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

All because of you...
All because of you...

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.

All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.

~ Wojo816

Rush - Red Tide

Nature has some new plague
To run in our streets
History some new wrinkle
We are doomed to repeat
Fugitives at the bedroom door
Lovers pause to find an open store
Rain is burning on the forest floor
And the red tide kisses the shore

This is not a false alarm
This is not a test

Stay out of the sun
It only burns my skin
Sky full of poison
And the atmosphere's too thin
Bless the sun, the rain no more
River running like an open sore
Black wind falling to the ocean floor
And the red tide washes ashore

This is not a false alarm
This is not a test
Nowhere we can fly away
Nowhere we can rest
The party is disrupted by
An uninvited guest

Deadline approaches
For the weary land
It used to be something
But we let it run down in our hands
Too late for debate, too bad to ignore
Quiet rebellion leads to open war
Bring a sea-change to the factory floor
As the red tide covers the shore

Now's the time to turn the tide
Now's the time to fight
Let us not go gently
To the endless winter night
Now's the time to make the time
While hope is still in sight
Let us not go gently
To the endless winter night

~BriGuy92


And waaaaaay down here is the Wiki Magic area. Vandalize to your whims.

That's a nice collecection of bands ~ Zyxzy

I'M A WHALEEEEE!!!! OUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUROUR!!!!! ~ Wojo816

Yes, you do know me in person. Whether you remember me or not is a different thing. (No, this message is not only for Phencer42. It just happens to apply to him.)~ BriGuy92


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