Encouraged, like punnery and spontaneous musical numbers in department stores. Say that reminds me, have you have heard of The Chaser? (I SWEAR THEY'RE NOT A GAME I'M TRYING TO MAKE YOU PLAY.) I have a feeling you'd think they are cool. Man, if only my highchool classmates had been embarrassed by their rap. One is music from various Final Fantasies as an opera, although I can't seem to find the other one. I also have various classical composers. I like to think they have pitched battles with my God Speed You Black Emperor.
OH MAN I LOVE FRONTIER PSYCHIATRIST. When I was thirteen I could recite all of the lyrics with the song. I got my brother SO SICK OF IT, and then I brought it on a roadtrip and managed to get myself sick of it, and then I played it three years later and found out I still love it. It has a special place on my playlist, next to that other song I have about caffeine where the singer spends the last thirty seconds of the song shrieking incoherently. "C-A-F-F-I-N-E. Is caffeine, but spelt wrongly."
I'll have to upload them for you. I guess I assume everyone's heard them because they've played them to death and beyond on the radio. ...Man, I hope one day an army of bats and/or pigeons attacks him or something. It would be hilarious. There was also the one-man-band dude whose name I can't remember, who was so annoyed by the noise a ceiling fan was making he pulled out a gun and shot it down without missing a beat.
The one from the Matrix is probably Dissolved Girl. And I had not! But I have now! And wow those lyrics are vaguely disturbing and yet awesome. One day I oughta collect together all the songs I have that are about really, really unhealthy love.
Yey! (Okay, there's this snack company who make cup noodles, right? And I'm horribly, revoltingly addicted to them. Due to my addiction, I sometimes leave cups and lids around with the brandname on them. The company is called Fantastic. The noodles are just called Noodles. Thus, Fantastic Noodles. Can I ask about yours?)
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OH MAN I LOVE FRONTIER PSYCHIATRIST. When I was thirteen I could recite all of the lyrics with the song. I got my brother SO SICK OF IT, and then I brought it on a roadtrip and managed to get myself sick of it, and then I played it three years later and found out I still love it. It has a special place on my playlist, next to that other song I have about caffeine where the singer spends the last thirty seconds of the song shrieking incoherently. "C-A-F-F-I-N-E. Is caffeine, but spelt wrongly."
I'll have to upload them for you. I guess I assume everyone's heard them because they've played them to death and beyond on the radio. ...Man, I hope one day an army of bats and/or pigeons attacks him or something. It would be hilarious. There was also the one-man-band dude whose name I can't remember, who was so annoyed by the noise a ceiling fan was making he pulled out a gun and shot it down without missing a beat.
The one from the Matrix is probably Dissolved Girl. And I had not! But I have now! And wow those lyrics are vaguely disturbing and yet awesome. One day I oughta collect together all the songs I have that are about really, really unhealthy love.
Yey! (Okay, there's this snack company who make cup noodles, right? And I'm horribly, revoltingly addicted to them. Due to my addiction, I sometimes leave cups and lids around with the brandname on them. The company is called Fantastic. The noodles are just called Noodles. Thus, Fantastic Noodles. Can I ask about yours?)