Rock music isn’t dead yet, but it’s about to be brutally murdered by whoever the hell these people are. Where did they come from? Where are they going? What do they want? The world may never know, but I’m pretty sure they came here for one thing. To rock your socks off — and to advertise some sort of hair-care product. Damn that hair looks silky.
That’s not my department, says Charles Darwin. It doesn’t rhyme, but it’s close enough.
Birds are enormously stupid. I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I never thought I’d have the chance to express my deepest emotions regarding birds. I know that isn’t politically correct to say anything negative about birds, but they really have it coming this time. Want to know why I think they’re so hideously, absurdly idiotic? The darn thing says trap right on the front and they still fly into it. Absolutely disgusting.
I find music confusing and annoying. Not all music, but most music. By most music I mean all music. Unless it’s Ride of the Valkyries, the 1812 Overture, or anything by Herman’s Hermits — that is acceptable. Everything else is garbage.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence