Vrak TheHondaBro Harold

"Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch" (bman76) 07/18/2016 at 03:06 • Filed to: i will not stand for these WS6 aggressions, get wrecked

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Legenda žije dál od Chippewa dol

Z velké jezero nazvali “gitche gumee”

Jezero, jak se íká, nikdy nevzdává svého mrtvého

Když se nebe z listopadu otoit ponuré

S nákladem železné rudy dvacet 6000 tun více

Než TheHondaBro Harold vážila prázdná

Že dobré bro a posádka byla kost na žvýkání

Když vichice z listopadu pišel brzy

Bro byl chloubou americkou stranou

Vrací z njakého mlýna ve Wisconsinu

Jako velké shitposters jít, byl vtší než vtšina ostatních

S posádkou a dobrého kapitána dobe koenné

Závrené nkteré pojmy s dvojicí ocelových firem

Když odešli pln naložené na Cleveland

A pozdji v noci, když zvon na Bro zazvonil

Mohl by to být severák, že by bylo cítíš?

Vítr ve vedení dlal Tattle-tale zvuk

A vlna zlomil pes zábradlí

A každý lovk vdl, jak kapitán dlal taky,

T’was arodjnice listopadu pijít stealin “

Svítání pišlo pozd a snídan musel ekat

Když vichice z listopadu pišel slashin “

Když pišel odpoledne to bylo mrazicí ‘déš

Tváí v tvá hurikánu vítr

Když pišla suppertime, starý kucha pišel na palubu sayin “

Chlapi, je to píliš drsný, aby t nakrmit

V sedm hodin hlavní píklop ustoupila, ekl

Chlapi, to bylo dobré t’know ya

Kapitán zapojeny Ml voda sem ‘v

A dobrá bro a štáb byl v ohrožení

A pozdji v noci, když se jeho zhasla svtla ven ze zetele

Pišla vrak TheHondaBro Harold

Má nkdo vdt, kde je láska k Bohu jde

Když vlny otoit minuty až hodiny?

V prohledá všechny íkají, že by uinili Whitefish Bay

Kdyby dal patnáct více mil za sebou

Mohli rozešli, nebo oni by mohli pevrhl

Mohou mít zlomil hluboko a vzal vodu

A všechno, co zstává, je tváe a jména

Manželek a syn a dcer

Lake Huron rohlíky, superior zpívá

V pokojích její led-voda sídle

Old Michigan par jako sny mládence

Ostrovy a prostory jsou pro sportovce

A dále níže jezera Ontario

Bere v em Lake Erie mže ji poslat

A železné lod jít jako námoníky všichni víme

S vichice z listopadu pamatoval

V zatuchlé staré haly v Detroitu se modlili,

V katedrále námoním námonickém

Kostel zvon zaznl až zazvonil dvacet devtkrát

U každého lovka na TheHondaBro Harold

Legenda žije dál od Chippewa dol

Z velké jezero íkají “gitche gumee”

Superior, íkali, nikdy nevzdává svého mrtvého

Když vichice z listopadu pijde brzy

TheHondaBro > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 03:11

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V12 Jake- Hittin' Switches > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 03:41

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TheHondaBro > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 03:51

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I like to pee on the side of the toilet bowl so it makes less noise.

not for canada - australian in disguise > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 04:20

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this all czechs out

Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch > not for canada - australian in disguise 07/18/2016 at 04:24

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Ano, je to dobry.

Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 08:06

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Yep. Too lazy to throw that in Google translate.

Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch > Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap 07/18/2016 at 14:05

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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they called ‘gitche gumee’

The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead

When the skies of November turn gloomy

With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more

Than TheHondaBro Harold weighed empty

That good bro and crew was a bone to be chewed

When the gales of November came early

The bro was the pride of the American side

Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin

As the big shitposters go, he was bigger than most

With a crew and good captain well seasoned

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms

When they left fully loaded for Cleveland

And later that night when the bro’s bell rang

Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound

And a wave broke over the railing

And every man knew, as the captain did too,

T’was the witch of November come stealin’

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait

When the gales of November came slashin’

When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain

In the face of a hurricane west wind

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’

Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya

At seven pm a main hatchway caved in, he said

Fellas, it’s been good t’know ya

The captain wired in he had water comin’ in

And the good bro and crew was in peril

And later that night when his lights went outta sight

Came the wreck of TheHondaBro Harold

Does any one know where the love of God goes

When the waves turn the minutes to hours?

The searches all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay

If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her

They might have split up or they might have capsized

They may have broke deep and took water

And all that remains is the faces and the names

Of the wives and the sons and the daughters

Lake Huron rolls, superior sings

In the rooms of her ice-water mansion

Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams

The islands and bays are for sportsmen

And farther below Lake Ontario

Takes in what Lake Erie can send her

And the iron boats go as the mariners all know

With the gales of November remembered

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,

In the maritime sailors’ cathedral

The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times

For each man on TheHondaBro Harold

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down

Of the big lake they call ‘gitche gumee’

Superior, they said, never gives up her dead

When the gales of November come early

Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap > Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch 07/18/2016 at 15:07

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Right. Ok

Bman76 (no it doesn't need a WS6 hood) M. Arch > Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap 07/18/2016 at 16:19

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Gordon Lightfoot...