In your Depends doesn't count.

Zevon "Dirty Life and Times"

Melanie Safka - Look What They've Done To My Song

Melanie - Leftover Wine

Alice Cooper: School's Out.

DG

You Got No Right - Velvet Revolver

New FADs - body exit mind

Leon Russell - Carney

Etta James - Out of the Rain

You lot - Sad fucks

(sorry channeling old, bald fuckwits)

Tupelo Honey.
One of my favorites, and I don't care if it's not raining here.
It's raining somewhere.

Fucking hell.
I did not just post in this thread.
Someone kill me now.

Snap out of it, Abby!

Ah, thanks.
The big red font really helps.

I'd imagine it matches your eyes this morning.

Poontang Blues / Build Me A Woman / Sunday Trucker - The Doors

Midnight Train to Georgia.
My life would be so much more fun if I were constantly followed around by identically dressed, dancing back-up singers.

Especially if they wore bright, sparkly clothes.

I tried that. They followed me everywhere, always in perfect harmony. It was much fun until the doc gave me these pills and then they just disappeard.

That is precisely why I don't go to the doctor.

Jeff Buckley : Nightmares by the sea

Abby, dammit, you need a hobby or something if you're doing anything more than swinging by this thread to make sure Smuttty and Rimmy haven't improved it.

Kill me now.

Not while there's still hope.

Yeah, like I said.
Kill me now.

>psst<






Vegas.

Twenty-five whores in the room next door

twenty-five floors and I need more

I'm looking for the can in the candy store

two thousand Hamburg four

and colours I ain't seen before

it's a - small world and it - smells funny

I'd buy another if it wasn't for the money

take - back what I paid

for another MOTHERFUCKER in a mo-tor-cade

And then comes the obligatory masturbatory "wheedly-wheedly-whee" guitar solo...

and lars chimes in with the

"blickem - blickem - blickem"

double bass drum solo

And then I drop the strategically placed anvils.

with veins filled with Fire

to slake your Desire?

Slake's in the band too?

Bonus!

Three turds with one stone.

Okay, three anvils actually.

This kind:

NOT this kind:

how about this kind:

That'd work too.

If you were referring to the song lyrics I quoted, that was from "Vision Thing" by The Sisters of Mercy... and there is no guitar solo.

I bet if you looked like that, CG, you'd be gettin' the sweet, sweet™ every night.

Right, Rimmy?

Local night with the local ladies.
Ergo, listening to local music.
Gloritone--Die To Make A Dent.

Fuck.

I really shouldn't be posting here.

You are so much kewler now.

Sorry. Haven't heard that jam since, like, 1991.

I think I have the album somewhere, though...

Wrong, dummy.

Ornette Coleman is kicking my sweet, sweet ass™ as I type this.

Man, that fucker can toot!

Try Ornette and the Master Musicians of Jajouka.

Spin rapidly in circles while hyperventilating.

Then smack a two-by-four against your forehead repeatedly.

It will make you trip balz™.

I plan to try it at LF05.

Gotta make a good first impression.

Charlie Manson was known to dance until he passed out.

I've been known to drink until I pass out.

I've also been known to drink until I dance.

Wesley Willis greeted people by head-butting them affectionately.

He had a permanent welt on his forehead that looked like a third eye.

Far out, man.

Charlie Manson, Wesley Willis, and G.G. Allin are all partying in a big hole in the desert of my mind.

Ornette Coleman is providing the soundtrack.

Charlie spins and hyperventilates, while Wesley and G.G. head-butt each other.

It's a gas.

Gas,gas.

Hell I do all that without music.

But do you do it with them???