I fucking love you so much right now, you jackass.
I fucking love you so much right now, you jackass.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
It's my song!
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Free to do it all my way...
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Simba sounds like he's trying to hack up a hairball.
And I thought your language looked funny written.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Interesting piece of music, fairly "out there" - Frusciante said in an interview IIRC that he wrote this album to be played "at maximum volume in your living room in the middle of the night." Probably one of the few tracks on the album that I think would actually be suitable for that
Keep on keepin' the beat alive!
Can't believe I forgot about the Dixie Dregs!
And the Fents:
and because it was next in the jewtube playlist...
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Time to escape the videowatching.
God fucking damn it.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
Heh, somebody had to be the first to do the Beatles.
Somebody also found out that they released a DVD of Yellow Submarine. Somebody is going to buy one instead of having to ask her father for the VHS copy he has.
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
The man before he became a wanker.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Dear Nessie,
lolli
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
hey little girl, how much have you grown?
We're stuck in a bloody snowglobe.