Poll: Who goes through?
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View poll results: Who goes through?
Orange
2 18%
Red
0 0%
Green
5 45%
Blue
4 36%
Voters: 11.
#1
Top three go through to the semis

the dusty farm road
in the hot summer heat
trying to find my way back home
ive played in these fields
ive harvested the golden crop
but thats so long ago
these seed of lifes been sewn
im alone


New Revolution

I will never find my place,
In this forsaken city…
And they will try to take,
It all, to take it all away.

To break our walls, to break
Us down, to crush our lives again,
‘Cause we arrived too late
To save what’s left of our old friends.

Whoa…

We are the new revolution,
Come not a moment just too soon,
We are the new revolution,
We’ll bring the bright new age!

From dusk ‘til dawn, we’ll
Cleanse this dying town, ‘cause
We’re the new revolution,
We’ll bring this back to life.

Look around and see this town,
And how it used to be…
Battered steps and broken glass,
And empty memories.

It kills to see the remnants,
Of friendship in my dreams,
I will find a way someday,
To set my vision free.

Whoa…

We are the new revolution,
Come not a moment just too soon,
We are the new revolution,
We’ll bring the bright new age!

From dusk ‘til dawn, we’ll
Cleanse this dying town, ‘cause
We’re the new revolution,
We’ll bring this back to life.

*mini-solo*

The skeletons in their closets,
The ghosts from their past,
They’re coming back to make this town
Along with our lost friends.

The skeletons in their closets,
The ghosts from their past,
They’ve come back and brought it down,
So we can start again.

*solo*

Whoa…

We are the new revolution,
Come not a moment just too soon,
We are the new revolution,
We’ll bring the bright new age!

From dusk ‘til dawn, we’ll
Cleanse this dying town, ‘cause
We’re the new revolution,
We’ll bring this back to life.

We are the new revolution,
We own this goddamn town.


Cois Ba

the most stressful thing in my life
was once getting a Premiere League player card I already had,
down a lane when I was twelve I was shot in the leg with a pellet gun
by my best friend and I still have the scar.
now trees are growing on the grass we tired so hard to wear down
the jumpers we used as goal posts are in the bin, or hand me downs for siblings,
facial hair and stomach muscles have replaced chinese burns
toy shops we visited every thursday have been replaced with over priced cafes,
home is just a place name for geographical purposes, people make the difference sometimes.
but if home is where the heart is well that really is a shame
either I never had a heart or I was never introduced to this place.


Dust and dirt and fertile lands,
Rowed for cultivation,
Crafted by sun-hardened hands,
Feed my civ'lization.
People come and people go,
Swiftly as the seasons.
There is no oil, there is no gold,
But people have their reasons.
We are a people tried and true,
Standing proud of who we are.
Though we may not much wealth accrue,
Riches dwell within our hearts.
#2
None of them struck me as particularly brilliant, but I really liked the ending of blue, so I'm going with that.