Tundra Rap

Game Diary, Ramblings / August 30, 2006 / John / 1

Its the nothing-ness
The whiteness
The endless-ness
Stretching on beyond the human imagination
Desolation of the soul

OH MY GOD

Ice flow – nowhere to go
Ice flow – nowhere to go
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the Tundra

Check him out
They call him the shrew
Arms in short then with the claw

I’m little Johnny Frostbite
Moving around
Freezin’ you up freezing you down
Like an icicle
Coming in your tent in the pink light scissor bite
Arctic death
Infinite night

They call me Tundra boy
Because I move like an Arctic – lizard
When the Blizzard strikes I disappear like a pipedream
All that’s left is the gleam – on a tent peg

Boosh Boosh – stronger than a moose
Don’t lock your door or we’ll come through your roof – top
Stop look around take your mind off the floor
Because the Boosh is loose and we’re a little bit raw

Ice, flow, nowhere to go
Ice, flow, nowhere to go
Lost in the blinding whiteness of the Tundra. Ooooowwwww!

John

UNIX geek, wannabe cook, musician, book-lover, and all round good-guy.