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[axolotl]

Standby. You're on the air. Buenos noches Senores y Senoras. Bienvenidos. La primera pregunta es: Que es mas macho, pineapple o knife? Well, let's see. My guess is that a pineapple is more macho than a knife. Si! Correcto! Pineapple es mas macho que knife. La segunda pregunta es: Que es mas macho, lightbulb o schoolbus? Uh, lightbulb? No! Lo siento, Schoolbus es mas macho que lightbulb. Gracias. And we'll be back in un momento. Well I had a dream and in it I went to a little town And all the girls in town were named Betty. And they were singing: Doo doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo. Ah desire! It's cold as ice And then it's hot as fire. Ah desire! First it's red And then it's blue. And everytime I see an iceberg It reminds me of you. Doo doo doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo doo. Que es mas macho iceberg or volcano? Get the blanket from the bedroom We can go walking once again. Down in the bayou Where our sweet love first began. I'm thinking back to when I was a child - Way back to when I was a tot. When I was an embryo - A tiny speck. Just a dot. When I was a Hershey bar - In my father's back pocket.

 

[Nickyboy]

^ That piece was good in her concert video.

 

[Nickyboy]

Don't burn the library,
'til you've read all the books.

 

[Unsomnambulist]

If baby Hitler and your family dog were both found drowning in a lake and you could only rescue one because — well, that’s never really been explained. Which pitiful creature would you condemn? Which of God’s children would you save? And only when you’ve staggered back to shore will you be apprised of your unforgivable mistake!

There’s someone in the future wishing upon a future star that they could travel back in time to precisely where you are: sitting here bored completely senseless wishing you were somewhere else; some phoney brighter future or nostalgic story that we tell.

I’m searching for the patterns in the noise. I’m pareidolic; I’m seeing faces in the void. And in the void behind this face, the fragments falling into place.

The lifeless children lined up on the sheet interrupt the reverie. Suddenly it all seems very clear — like I’m in a frontier-town tableau: “Abandon hope all ye who enter here.”

Time to come to terms with mankind’s default mode. All grand pronouncements rendered patently absurd by just the gentle prodding of a bemused universe.

So tell me: which pitiful creature would you condemn? Which of God’s children would you save? As for me, I never learned to swim. Always been a cat guy anyways.

 

[axolotl]

The video is quite fascinating. Lots of cats; only one dog.

I will post it in Music Videos.

 

[Unsomnambulist]

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

 

[Nickyboy]

^Doo, doo, doo, doo.

 

[Nickyboy]

You always take,
the sweetest rose,
And crush it,
until the petals. fall.

 

[Ojai Sam]

You're nobody's sweetheart now
There's no place for you somehow.
Fancy clothes, silken gowns
You'll be out of place in your own home town.
As you walk down the avenue
All the people won't believe that's you,
With painted lips and painted eyes
Wearing a big bird of paradise.
It don't seem wise somehow
You're nobody's sweetheart now.

 

[Unsomnambulist]

You're nobody's sweetheart now
There's no place for you somehow.
Fancy clothes, silken gowns
You'll be out of place in your own home town.
As you walk down the avenue
All the people won't believe that's you,
With painted lips and painted eyes
Wearing a big bird of paradise.
It don't seem wise somehow
You're nobody's sweetheart now.

Oh c'mon, that's no way to talk about Gavin Newsom! /s

 

[Nickyboy]

I demand a better future,
Or I just might stop loving you.

 

[Nickyboy]

There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm, gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid
The fleas cling to the golden fleece hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in my memory, there's no room to avoid.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they are free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through the door, a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers, they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

 

[Ojai Sam]

Train of loves a leaving, leaving my heart grieving
But early and late I'll set and wait because I'm still believing
We'll walk away together though' I may wait forever
Ever so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam
But everybody's baby but mine's coming home.

- Johnny Cash

 

[Nickyboy]

Train of loves a leaving, leaving my heart grieving
But early and late I'll set and wait because I'm still believing
We'll walk away together though' I may wait forever
Ever so often everybody's baby gets the urge to roam
But everybody's baby but mine's coming home.

- Johnny Cash

That can almost perfectly be sung to the tune of "Folsom Prison".

 

[Ojai Sam]

That can almost perfectly be sung to the tune of "Folsom Prison".

Which he “borrowed” from Gordon Jenkins.

 

[Unsomnambulist]

Which he “borrowed” from Gordon Jenkins.

"Good artists copy; great artists steal." Pablo Picasso.

 

[axolotl]

"Good artists copy; great artists steal." Pablo Picasso.

More about the appropriation by Mr. Johnny Cash:

https://www.reddit.com/r/JohnnyCash/comments/1fgitor/appropriation

 

[axolotl]

More about the appropriation by Mr. Johnny Cash:

https://www.reddit.com/r/JohnnyCash/comments/1fgitor/appropriation

It's not all bad. There was a financial transaction that occurred later.

Gordon Jenkins, the writer of Cresent City Blues, ended up suing John in 1968. Eventually they settled where John never had to admit he stole the song and Gordon, and his wife Beverly Mahr, the singer, got paid roughly $70,000.

 

[Ojai Sam]

It's not all bad. There was a financial transaction that occurred later.

George Harrison could not be reached for comment.

 

[axolotl]

George Harrison could not be reached for comment.

Are you gonna spill some tea, or am I gonna have to do what MTG considers research?