RicksCafe
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- Joined
- Jun 17, 2005
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In honor of the awesome folk-country super star that is Glen Campbell, I dedicate this to all you VMK sweethearts....
Its knowin that your room is always open and your rivers free to ride
That makes me tend to stop and visit you and chat to ask how was your day.
And its knowin that my Stitch hat or inferno or green flips
Are not, to me, why you have been so kind.
That keeps you on the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
And keeps your pixels gentle on my mind.
Its not thinkin of your tons of Yeti quest rugs in your Everest room that binds me,
Or something that you traded for to give me cause you thought that I would like it.
Its just seein you walk inIm teleported, circuits shorted--
And I feel as if my magics been combined,
With you walkin down the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
And your pixels glowin gentle on my mind.
Though the game rooms and low bandwidth and the crashes and the day bans come between us
And some random girl is crying to her girlfriends cause she turned and I was taken.
I still might cruise the jungle, getting twenty sweet points per ride,
And the fireworks game might leave me ever blind,
But not to where I cannot see you walkin down the Main Street
In the theme park, ever gentle on my mind.
I dance my Cosby moves down on some hustlin bustlin corner in the Plaza,
Mickey shoes a golden yellow and a cowboy hat pulled low across my face.
I look round-- youre not with me
I pretend youre there, and then I always find
Youre wavin from the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
Ever dancin, ever gentle on my mind.
Its knowin that your room is always open and your rivers free to ride
That makes me tend to stop and visit you and chat to ask how was your day.
And its knowin that my Stitch hat or inferno or green flips
Are not, to me, why you have been so kind.
That keeps you on the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
And keeps your pixels gentle on my mind.
Its not thinkin of your tons of Yeti quest rugs in your Everest room that binds me,
Or something that you traded for to give me cause you thought that I would like it.
Its just seein you walk inIm teleported, circuits shorted--
And I feel as if my magics been combined,
With you walkin down the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
And your pixels glowin gentle on my mind.
Though the game rooms and low bandwidth and the crashes and the day bans come between us
And some random girl is crying to her girlfriends cause she turned and I was taken.
I still might cruise the jungle, getting twenty sweet points per ride,
And the fireworks game might leave me ever blind,
But not to where I cannot see you walkin down the Main Street
In the theme park, ever gentle on my mind.
I dance my Cosby moves down on some hustlin bustlin corner in the Plaza,
Mickey shoes a golden yellow and a cowboy hat pulled low across my face.
I look round-- youre not with me
I pretend youre there, and then I always find
Youre wavin from the Main Street in the theme park of my memory
Ever dancin, ever gentle on my mind.