The song features Popcaan and is influenced by past Gorillaz songs and reggae music.“Saturnz Barz” was initially leaked through Vimeo after users on Reddit found the link listed on Google searches of the song and solved the password.Ha Now mi gain up all those glory The world is mine, the whole a it mi taking slowly Happy days mi call it now mi bun sad story Anyway mi deh inna the world mi dawgs dem round mi, hahaha Mi laugh and collect those trophy Because mi deserve everything weh music gives mi, bwoy Unruly nuh light like Frisbee The dream, family live that wid me Oh, oh, oh, oh All my life mi dream fi own house, land, cars, and bikes [Chorus: 2-D & Popcaan] All my life I'm in the stakin' bar I got debts, I'm a debaser All my life Saturnz about to make love And I'm just a heartbreaker All my life And I won't get a take in 'Cause I'm out when I'm stakin' And the rings I am breaking Are making you a personal debt [Break: 2-D & Popcaan] With the holograms beside me I'll dance alone tonight In a mirrored world, are you beside me All my life?
However when digging further it was discovered that both she and her friend/editor were from Connecticut (listed as being from New Haven Connecticut) through their combined myspace page.
Before writing My Immortal, she also shared that the band Good Charlotte made a great impact on her life. But there were often large gaps between updates as she claimed that the flames of the reviewers caused her to "slit muh rists" and she had to go to the hospital for recovery.
The ‘Spirit House’ video was directed by Jamie Hewlett and produced by long-time Gorillaz collaborator Cara Speller.
Tara Gilesbie, writing as XXXbloodyrists666XXX, is the creator of My Immortal and its primary author. Last seen going on a vacation to England in mid-2007, possibly hunted down by actual vampires in order to force her to stop writing hilarious stories and ruining their name.
Apparently, their song entitled "Hold On" convinced her not to commit suicide after a recent breakup from her boyfriend Crys. There were other moments when she went on extended vacations or was just too "bizzy".
It was just his luck that we were there too, looking for baked beans amid the inexplicable piles of shoes which amass inside every townhouse of Day Z. I said yes, and he held the bottle up to my lips, feeding me like a child. It’s the kind of word that makes your gut reel up, like the retractable cord of a vacuum cleaner, because it means that another human is nearby and who knows what the hell they want. ” I don’t know if Richie had shouted it out of panic or malice. Death costs you everything in Day Z, and this approach works to heighten the tension of even the most minor encounters. We found our quarry, outside Nizhnoye, and when Richie told him to put his hands up, he put his fists up instead and started swinging digs, lurching for Richie’s head. Alex lapsed into cheerful cries, the only discernible words being “Scotland” and “Haggis”. An ever increasing scale of player-on-player cruelty, from the simple ‘execution on sight’ to the more expert ‘holding somebody down to force feed them a bottle of disinfectant’. Malice, pity, guilt, empathy, fear, reprieve – they come at you in waves. We were in a warehouse, trying to break our latest victim’s leg with a baseball bat, when we heard some shots ring out. Alex watched to see if our newly freed victim fell. If I wanted to justify what we were doing, I would say: ‘Well, if Day Z is going to be the game everybody wants it to be, then there has to be people like us. The game NEEDS us.’ And the design of Day Z itself is truly aware of this philosophy. I held him up on some railway lines and told him to get on his knees.
The only thing this guy had done wrong was wander into Berezino with some water, a compass and a rifle (without ammo). “Bring him out into the open,” said Alex, over Skype – our own little earpiece radio. My new friend followed me and asked if I needed the water. * “Friendly” is a word you hear a lot in Chernarus (the 85 square miles of Day Z’s map). “Oh no,” I told the immigrant, laying on the accent thick. You should tell him something else.” Thinking on his feet (lying on his face) the fresh spawn quickly changed tack – he was from Scotland, he said. But the standalone version of Day Z dropped this, and is all the more suspenseful because of it. We were poking about a broad, red brick house in the small coastal town of Solnichniy, when a fresh spawn came into the room. The scarcity of resources appears to encourage violence. The truth is that Day Z is just a generator of feelings. We just needed to see if the sniper was watching for us. To cure this, you need to eat and drink well, until the game deems you healthy enough to produce more blood. I thought only a blood transfusion could fix my colourless screen.
We saw him go into one of the two apartment blocks that loom like huge, Gray tombstones over the city. “Thank you,” I said to my new friend – and to Alex: “Take the shot.” He went down in a glitchy fountain of blood. He had been carrying around a book – the Picture of Dorian Gray. Nobody understood the paradox of this word better than Richie. (Spotting an armed character running down the road, leaping into the bushes to hide, and sweating as they stroll past). A few days after we’d killed the bookworm with Dorian Gray, we ran into another survivor – a bambi who put his fists up. They were easily audible shots, coming from the forested mountain nearby, but distant enough that we knew they were meant for someone else. But he just ran and ran and ran, his little bambi legs, totally unbroken. Without the threat of ‘bad’ players, the kindness of ‘good’ players has absolutely no value. Of course, there are no good or bad players in Day Z – just survivors. I looked in his empty backpack and then I looked in mine, brimming with food.
“Hey buddy, look up, up here.” I waved and he asked me how I did that. On the roof of the other apartment building I saw another man. He had a gas mask, a helmet and a rifle (with ammo). I went down to the street and said hello to my new buddy. I knew that little bit of survivalist wisdom all too well. We talked about the situation over our Skype earpieces. He only got about 100 metres before Alex and Richie popped out of the grass and held him up again, of course.
I told him the button to press to wave (F1) but I had to wonder. “We are just going to teach you how to fix a broken leg, that’s all,” I said, getting out my baseball bat. We were like a pack of feral cats, playing with mice.
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