Shinji's (not) a Basket Case[to the tune of “Basket Case” by Green Day]Do you want to hearAbout your darkest fearsAnd the end of the world in the Third Impact?Giant war machines,With pilots age 14,No wonder everyone is mentally cracked.It’s not a future we deserve.Don’t think I trust the folks at NERV.It all keeps adding up,So, Shinji, hurry up.I know you’re scared but there’s a world to save.The Evas don’t workAt least one went berserk.It looks like we’re all going to end up dead.Asuka’s got no heartAnd Rei is falling apartAnd Shinji’s hiding underneath the bed.Sometimes I’m shocked they’re still aliveWhy do they let Misato drive?When you hear Shinji say, I mustn’t run awayYou know he’s gonna run.Oh, there he goes.What the hell is thatComing out of the sky?So much I didn’t want to know.There’s too much fluid in this show.It all keeps adding up.So, Shinji, hurry up.I know you’re scare
RainbowsI started out looking for rainbowsAnd found only grimy grey liesAnd I could keep searching and searchingTil the day that I drown in the skiesRoaming without maps or anchorsWishing without voice or prayerThinking I was lost foreverChained to walls that were never thereIt’s a game you win when you stop playingUnsolved and intact, you succeedThe wide open sky is my canvasI can paint all the rainbows I need
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 11Austria waited outside the bedroom door, tapping his fingers against one another. The doctor had wasted no time in arriving and beginning the examination, and yet a great deal of time had passed since the door shut. Anytime an unpleasant thought imposed itself on Austria’s mind, he replaced it with “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.” Still, time wore on and his strategy was failing him. At long last, the bedroom door opened.“Come in, please,” said the doctor. Resisting the urge to run to the bedside, Austria entered the room. Inside, Hungary lay nestled in the centre of the bed. She was resting with her arms folded behind her head and a peaceful look on her face. A serene smile graced her lips as she watched him approach.“Thank goodness you’re alright,” Austria said.“Better than alright,” said the doctor. “There is good news.”“Wait, wait,” said Hungary, si
Hetalia: Sweet Child Of Mine, ch 10In panicked heartbeats and hushed whispers, Austria and Hungary scrambled for a plan. Many rooms away, Chibitalia was still practising. Austria could not believe that this example of precocious diligence was related to that odd man waiting outside.“Maybe it’s a coincidence,” Hungary said, although her voice betrayed that she suspected it wasn’t. Unexpectedly, she stumbled backward. Austria caught her just before she would have hit her head of the bust of Mozart.“I hate that thing,” she said faintly. Austria looked at her in concern. He had never seen her look so strained.“Why...”“I’m fine, Austria,” she said. “Just a little dizzy.” As one, they looked at the door. The anachronistic stranger was probably still waiting there. Gentle, clumsy notes continued to flow from the music room. Austria gripped Hungary tighter.“We must act now.