Grasser. One who gives information. A "squealer" or "squeaker". The origin derives from rhyming slang: grasshopper – copper; a "grass" or "grasser" tells the "copper" or policeman.
Copper. The term copper was the original word, used in Britain to mean "someone who captures". In British English, the term cop is recorded (Shorter Oxford Dictionary) in the sense of 'to capture' from 1704, derived from the Latin capere via the Old French caper.
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All I see are two bright stars
At the end that's all we are
Your love gets left behind you
It shows us where our steps should go
Artist
She's got a fetish for fine art
A pair of knee-socks and an oversized sweatshirt
She goes right to my heart
She comes a'knocking with her stocking and I get hurt
Artist
The thing I most regret
Is having to repress what I'm feeling
While expressing delight as a myth
Embrace the epic fail
Of my exploding whale
My attempts to obscure
The wonders of this world
Be it fortune
Or faith in distortion
The patron of prayer
I lost my strength completely
Oh, be near me, tired old mare
With the wind in your hair
Artist
What is that song you sing for the dead?
The lamb cries 'til ears ring
I cannot love from my prison of shame
In Cimmerian Shade
I’ll keep her safe in the well, tailor made
Artist
late 18th century: Sanskrit, literally ‘a thought, thought behind speech or action’, from man- ‘think’, related to mind
I'm on the path of trust, singing
"Whatever it takes, receive of the light
Terror will take whatever it likes"
Artist
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Forum drama and politics in the spoiler!
Read at your own risk! Seriously! (Also this isn't in any way connected to Fimfic)
The truth is, it happens
Praise, then crucify
Just follow this pattern
Artist
So happy in malice...
They only want to be favoured
[SUGGESTIVE]
Tired, blue boy walks my way
Holding a girl's hand
That basic bitch leaves finally
Now I can take her man
Artist
I can't stand her whining
Where's her binky now?
And loving her seems tiring
So boy, just love me, down, down, down
You're just not good enough
Darling, you're looking rough
These plain old broads are making my job
How should I put it? Tough
Aphrodite, shed your light
On my smile, and make it glittery
Like my city shining bright