Music video's i made

hi all these are the music video's i made. i know they aren't much but i's only a hobby for me so.... please tell me what you think bout them

FF X - Dead And Broken by Godsmack


Kingdom Hearts - Polyamorous by Breaking Benjamin


Ragnarok the animation - Headstrong


Drakengard, Pain Redefined by Disturbed


Final fantasy VIII, I am by Godsmack


Final Fantasy VIII, make me believe by Godsmack


FF9, by Kamelot - Wings of Despair


FF IX, Changes by Godsmack


Final Fantasy X, Straight out of line by Godsmack

The RO one makes me want to watch the Animation. I'm pro at the game, and the show makes me feel nostalgic.

Make a music video trailer for motemote battle when contestants are finalized!

i don't mind doing that if some1 can come up with the media i need and a good song to do it by (some ideas for how the product should be are also welcome)

Maybe a motivating song like headstrong because its awesome. I really liked the RO one it may be old so is headstrong, not bad when you listen to it once in a while.

If it weren't for the fact that all of the competitors are female, I would suggest "Princes of the Universe" by Queen.

LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…. 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.


And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes; 25
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate; 30
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

AND SO THE OLDEST DEAD THREAD SHALL BE REVIVED, SUCH AS THE PROPHECY FORETOLD. WE MUST PUT ALL OUR FAITH IN THE ALMIGHTY PANCAKES, SO THAT WE TOO MAY BE REINCARNATED WITH A POWER LEVEL OF TEN-THOUSAND. SO SAYETH THE GURU!

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . . . .
110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Why the necro?

Because if not, evil necro-pancakes will devour my soul.
So sayeth the guru

10/10 post right here, completely worth Necro'ing a 6 year old thread

Solid u fegget.
Begin Nyan Cat operation 1.

I was curious as to why the thread hadn't been anti-faggoted. old thread.

Fun fact: If you have a gold iPhone.. then your mostly a Persian or blind and retarded. If you have a iPhone then you think you're yolo, swag or and a more likey case old as fuck.

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Thanks, this is one of my first few posts since I stopped lurking yesterday, and I needed that morale boost. I also need pancakes, so very huuungryy...

Done.

But it not a opinion. Adding to this iphone 5 is three gen behind in the market.

But what you're saying earlier is a generalisation. Generalisation can't be considered as fact.

I use iPhone and always will because it's simple, not because yolo swag whatever. And I'm pretty sure that it won't only be me who choose iPhone because its simplicity.

Not all people wants the latest phone with the latest technology and the best processor, freaky. Face it, i don't want an android because I just can't be bothered getting to know how to use it properly, as in how to use it very efficiently.

iPhone may not be the best phone there is at the moment, but I just need a phone that can do these things:

1. Play my favourite musics.
2. Go on internet to check on the news (football news).
3. Social Media.

And I don't buy iphones, I go on plans, so you can't use the "There are much cheaper phones that can do that, not just overpriced iPhones" excuse.

At the end of the day, I'm not saying iPhone is the best phone, I'm just proving you why your generalisation is wrong.

It too easy to mess with you isn't it.