As we navigate life without Pat 'Rebarcock.' Flood, who passed on Sept 21, 2025, we continue to remember the profound impact he had on our community. His support was a cornerstone for our forum. We encourage you to visit the memorial thread to share your memories and condolences. In honor of Pat’s love for storytelling, please contribute to his ‘Rebarcock tells a story’ thread. Your stories will help keep his spirit alive among us.

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[Hook]![]()
When I need space & a place to escape
I go where nobody knows
Where I'm free to just let things go
Like all the emotions I get
For the things that just cannot be explained
Oike being sent to face the evil that burdens our world
Its a hatred backed by my pain
I filled that hole when God found me
On that lonely dirt road
Where God found me
[V1]
These are only but memories of the ghost of the old world me
Just can't wait to get to battle crack'n & toast'n to the one & only
Memories of the ghost of the old me
I remember when I used to give a fuck
now I can't find it in my soul
Cuz that was the old world me
Memories of the ghost of the old world me
Taunt me Haunt me
Yea, these are only but the memories of the ghost of the old world me
I can hear the ghost of the old world me when the phone rings
I'm alright with being the one & only
But you can all die lonely
You think you know me
But do you really know me
Back in high school no one really wanted to be my homie
Couldn't be my homie anyway
Your girl been wanna be blastn me
But girl that was the old world me
Yeah it's what the old world that told me
Memories of the ghost of the old world me
Give a fuck U wanna show me yo'pussy shawty! Fo'sho!
Now I can't find it in my soul
Cuz that was the ghost of the old world me
Yeah so U think U know me
When the portal opens I'm ok with being the one & only
[Hook]
[V2]
Back in my burbon sipn burbon days
I used to let no man take me for a joke or a fool I always kept a tool and knew the differences between Loosing yo life o' living to fight another night Lessons that come swift like a cold wind from the west
Knowing the heart I've invested this vestage in's given me the in Oh so forth & fore telling Now-now there's no telling
Stories are for those who never really had a tract & me & this pact go way back
Set'n em up & taken the whole estate
Now I think back knowing that at any moment & well if & when I'm pulled out of retirement Until then I'm forever on this cosmic movement That I been on like finally reaching my golden years
[Refrain]
I'm doing ok...busy, but good, thanks! I hope things are well over in your spot!!!
I'm doing ok...busy, but good, thanks! I hope things are well over in your spot!!!
w h a t . t h e . f
Let's see what this does.
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had this on nz too....tripppy. Didn't even know we could do that.
What else is there?
And....
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