Chilichimp posted:

In Your Brown Eyes (to the music of "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel
An Ode to a lost season and it's poor, poor loving fans who have to watch it.

Browns we get so lost, sometimes
Run, Pass both just futileness past the snap
When I want to run away
I take off through the gap
But whichever way I go
It is always a loss of yards

QB instincts, they will fail
And the game plan, so soon derailed
Without a noise, from the crowd
I reach out for the fumble

In Your Eyes
The lights, the turf
in your eyes
This is gonna hurt
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand surgeons
in your eyes
The resolution of all my poor decisions
in your eyes
I see the lights and the turf
in your eyes
Oh, don't want to be so badly hurt
I want to touch the ball
the wins I see in your eyes

Fans, they don't like to watch so much pain
Tickets wasted as the season keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for more denial
I look to the time when we'll throw parades oh and sixteen

QB instincts, they will fail
And the game plan, so soon derailed
Without a noise, from the crowd
I reach out for the fumble

In Your Eyes
The lights, the turf
in your eyes
This is gonna hurt
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand surgeons
in your eyes
The resolution of all my poor decisions
in your eyes
I see the lights and the turf
in your eyes
Oh, don't want to be so badly hurt
I want to touch the ball
the wins I see in your eyes

AAAAA! Real Muenster posted:

Never not do lyrics.

I miss Nrr.

AAAAA! Real Muenster posted:

He was a TFF goon who made TFF a better place, who, like Gritty Beard said, died recently:
forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3743543

He sang a number of the spoof Suns that some other goons made and had a few of his own gems, too.

Suspect Bucket posted:

Oh Tommy boy, the Jags, the Jags are calling
From spa to stands, and down the river side
The season's gone, and all the fans are howling
It's you they want, and Gus' been cast aside.

Oh come ye back! When oranges are ripening
Or when when the dumpster fire's gone quite cold
We'll be here in shrimp-shine or in shaaaddooww
Oh Tommy boy, Oh Tommy boy, we love you so.

But if you come, and Bort is still a'strugglin
Dante and Jalen are also busted as gently caress
You'll go and find the place where Blackmon's hiding
And go and smack them around a bit for me

And they will know, cuz dang you're really yelling
The Bank's locked down, and you're not paying rent
You'll bend them o'er, and give them quite a paddling
Gus Bus has crashed, it's Coughlin time again.

Athanatos posted:

It's nice the Colts get a seat at the table

shirts and skins posted:

See, this thought experiment always leads to imagining what it would be like to be overwhelmed by 6 year olds or duck size horses or whatever, and that always seems like it would end as a horror movie.

Febreeze posted:

https://twitter.com/DrawPlayDave/status/871143371359768577

gently caress you, I eat how I want

Probably Magic posted:

Febreeze posted:

Proud of this one

http://www.thedrawplay.com/comic/the-sad-ending-of-unlucky-whitehead/

Jiminy Christmas! Shoes! posted:

Suicide is no joke Febreeze.

Febreeze posted:

Doctor Syrup posted:

This inspired me to do a different song.

Butt Oddity

Jets OC to Jets QB
Jets OC to Jets QB
Drink your gatorade, get ready for the D.
(Green) Jets OC (18) to Jets QB (Green)
(18) Commencing playcall (Down) count is three (Set)
(Hut) Check your reads (Hut) and may Namath (Hut) be with thee.

This is Jets OC to Jets QB, the play is breaking down
And the coaches want to know how you fare
And it's time to leave the pocket if you dare

This is Jets QB to Jets OC, I'm stepping through the hole
And I'm running in a most peculiar way
And the field looks very different today
For here am I running into buttocks, fumbling the ball
Lineman's butt was green, there was no way I could see

Though my body hasn't touched the ground, I've let go of the ball
And I think the Patriots know which way to go
Tell the backup to start warming up, Tebow
Jets OC to Jets QB your helmet's dead, can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Jets QB?
Can you hear me, Jets QB?
Can you hear me, Jets QB?
Can you...
Here am I running with the football, right into a moon
Lineman's butt was green, there was no way I could see