The official hobby for a Badass.
Badasket Weaving is to Badassery as Bitchcraft is to Bitchery.
1. strips of bacon weaved together to form a solid structural lattice, maximizing surface area.
2. some greasy haired bitch
God, look at Karen over there. A real bacon weave.
1. A touchdown dance noteably used by the 1998-2000 St. Louis Rams NFL team that was greatly received as unsportsmanlike conduct.
2. A Barber Shop Beauty Parlor combination owned and created by the same name which also features styles/cuts by the same name.
You dropped the bomb on me with that Bob n' Weave!
Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind
Pre-Chorus
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight
No escape, no greater fate to be made
In the end, the chains of time will not break
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Chorus
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 2
As fate spins a thread without end
New life draws its first breath
Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past
Where destiny holds fast
Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand
Everyone caught in the struggle
This is the day we finally find our way
Stepping into our tomorrow
Your Nintendo switch after you booted up SSBU:
Chorus
COLOURS WEAVE INTO A SPIRE OF FLAME
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Verse 1
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark, glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind
a hair extention, weave, or wig made or attatched to one's head without the help from a paid professional.
"Nah, her hair is hella bootsie. with her boot legged weave"
Describe that ur impressed. Ex. When ur getting a “wow” breeze so hard that ur wig snatch’s.
Me: *watch’s a SPECTACULAR show*
Also me: Dammmmmmn....my wig snatched..!
(Weaves snatched)