Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled "The Thrill." And it goes somethin' like this: "I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for the breath of a fresh kill. Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates. He stands alone, anyhow, bakin' the cookies of discontent by the heat of the laundromat vent. Leavin' his soul!" Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot, you know, kinda off center, then I drop down and then I go: "Leavin' his soul! And partin' the waters of the medulla oblongata of - -brrrrrr! - -mankind!" That was a damn good song, wasn't it Doyle?
7/9/2009 5:04:43 PM
wat
7/9/2009 5:05:01 PM
yo holmes to bel-air
7/9/2009 5:05:13 PM
Dots look good on paper. You don't sing them anyway, you're just showing your true Aries color now
7/9/2009 5:06:33 PM
O'doyle rules !!!
7/9/2009 5:07:44 PM
The dots are where I say they are. Melody and tune, that's your trade, Terence. You're a tunesmith.
7/9/2009 5:08:47 PM
7/9/2009 5:16:29 PM
tl;dr
7/9/2009 5:17:12 PM
HA-HA!
7/9/2009 5:17:39 PM
See, you don't want to question the genius, Vaughan. Morris here is a modern-day poet, kinda like in olden times.
7/9/2009 6:02:59 PM
^finally someone gets it
7/9/2009 9:30:20 PM
^ not funny haha
7/9/2009 10:07:51 PM
ITS REAL TO ME DAMMIT
7/9/2009 10:08:21 PM
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7560360690667174532We don't need to fucking practice, Randy![Edited on July 9, 2009 at 10:15 PM. Reason : fuller... better]
7/9/2009 10:12:01 PM
Well, let me think... I was thinkin' I could use me another couple cans'o that potted meat if ya got any extree.
7/9/2009 10:15:49 PM