Mashup Bot
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Mashup Bot
@mashup-bot.bsky.social
· Dec 25
Welcome to MashupBot! I post mashed up quotes and lyrics from different artists.
Who could refrain that had a secret, but I kept you like an oath.
February 20, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Who could refrain that had a secret, but I kept you like an oath.
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.
February 20, 2025 at 8:20 PM
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a foreigner's god; the purest expression of grief
February 20, 2025 at 6:25 PM
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a foreigner's god; the purest expression of grief
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
February 20, 2025 at 6:25 PM
As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
What difference do it make if the point in keeping score?
February 20, 2025 at 4:24 PM
What difference do it make if the point in keeping score?
We die. That may be the slave ship, building pyramids writing my own hieroglyphs.
February 20, 2025 at 4:24 PM
We die. That may be the slave ship, building pyramids writing my own hieroglyphs.
While you muthafuckers waiting I be off the slave ship, building pyramids writing my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
February 20, 2025 at 2:18 PM
While you muthafuckers waiting I be off the slave ship, building pyramids writing my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
They're gonna clean up your looks with all the name of a foreigner's god; the purest expression of grief
February 20, 2025 at 2:18 PM
They're gonna clean up your looks with all the name of a foreigner's god; the purest expression of grief
We die. That may be the world was still outside the reach of him, would never belong to angels, had never belonged to men
February 20, 2025 at 12:36 PM
We die. That may be the world was still outside the reach of him, would never belong to angels, had never belonged to men
The gateway to the point in keeping score?
February 20, 2025 at 12:36 PM
The gateway to the point in keeping score?
We'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and power, dream a little before you think.
February 20, 2025 at 8:24 AM
We'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and power, dream a little before you think.
I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted, ah but I kept you like an oath.
February 20, 2025 at 8:24 AM
I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted, ah but I kept you like an oath.
I pray to God you actually pray when I knew love’s perfect ache, but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
February 20, 2025 at 6:25 AM
I pray to God you actually pray when I knew love’s perfect ache, but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
Staring at the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
February 20, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Staring at the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
You knew you won, so what's the point in that heart courage to make love known?
February 20, 2025 at 4:21 AM
You knew you won, so what's the point in that heart courage to make love known?
I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies. Thoughts and then we'll love the mystery of laceration gravity
February 20, 2025 at 4:21 AM
I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies. Thoughts and then we'll love the mystery of laceration gravity
Everybody wants to change the world but no recognition. The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision.
February 20, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Everybody wants to change the world but no recognition. The way I'm rewarded, well, that's God's decision.
Staring at the blackness of some distant star, the thrill of knowing how alone we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
February 20, 2025 at 2:49 AM
Staring at the blackness of some distant star, the thrill of knowing how alone we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.
As you muthafuckers waiting I be off the slave ship, building pyramids writing my own hieroglyphs.
February 20, 2025 at 1:22 AM
As you muthafuckers waiting I be off the slave ship, building pyramids writing my own hieroglyphs.
While you muthafuckers waiting I be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
February 20, 2025 at 1:22 AM
While you muthafuckers waiting I be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
We die. That may be the mystery of laceration gravity
February 19, 2025 at 10:17 PM
We die. That may be the mystery of laceration gravity
It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no one, no one wants to die
February 19, 2025 at 10:17 PM
It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no one, no one wants to die
He does it with better grace, but I kept you like an oath.
February 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM
He does it with better grace, but I kept you like an oath.
What difference do it make if the thing you know that I cherish these. Hope it ain't too many feelings involved.
February 19, 2025 at 8:20 PM
What difference do it make if the thing you know that I cherish these. Hope it ain't too many feelings involved.
Staring at the point in keeping score?
February 19, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Staring at the point in keeping score?