C. Marlow has currently taken up residence in a small portion of my brain. An unwanted tenant at the best of times, he is, at the moment, something more than an unsufferable annoyance of the highest caliber. And yet, finding the correct means of evicting this stubborn vagrant is most vexing. Try though I might, the words continue to echo silently in my thoughts, finding ways to creep past my defenses and seeping back into my brain, tainting all it touches with pretension and self-important vanity.
...dammit, as if viral SONGS weren't bad enough... now I got annoying poetry stuck in my head! ARGH!
Ah well, in an attempt to purge this scourge from my brain, I am resorting to the power of music. Specifically, rather loud music of the alternative stripe.
...sadly, it's not completely helping.
R.E.M. is singing about the end of the world. There are Men Without Hats dancing about and crashing a Ren Faire. Sting is stalking someone, and The Police aren't doing anything about it.
Meanwhile at the Oasis, someone is watching a Champagne Supernova in the sky. And speaking of Champagne, I think that Iron Butterfly there had a little TOO much... I can't quite understand what he's saying...
Beck is calling himself a Loser again, and Garbage sings about being happy only when it rains. 311 has a story You Wouldn't Believe. Speaking of stories and Fairytales, Jack Johnson is crooning about Inaudible Melodies.
Creed is asking for someone to take them up to a place with golden streets. But Audioslave replies, forget it, we IS the Highway, not some carpet ride.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are postitive the Gold Lion is gonna tell them... something. But the Kings of Leon just kept talking about someone being a World Class Suicide.
Rob Zombie is screaming about the American Witch, and the Queens of the Stone Age are shouting back something about a Hanging Tree.
Off to the side, Los Lonely Boys ask how far is it to Heaven.
The Raconteurs are advising to keep things Steady as She Goes, while Nickleback is asking if it's worth Savin Me. And Metallica is running over some kid's bed while the Sandman enters the room, while Hawthorne Heights is Saying Sorry.
But I'm still feeling rather blue, kinda Staind and So Far Away...
...and someone is singing about the Hero of Canton... o_0;;
...okays, think it's time for this taru to go to sleepies...
...as soon as I pelt that damnable shepard-spawning Marlow with rubber bands of much hurtiness... -_-;;
4 comments:
You needs to listen to The Greatest and Best Song in the World...
... Tribute. By Tenacious D.
That'll help for sure.
Barring that, perhaps something harder? Godsmack likes to take a trip to the Moon Baby and Static-X likes to Push It.
Of course, you could also seek refuge in foreign groups. Rammstein loves to reflect on obsession with the Klavier (Piano) or their wants (Ich Will). Maybe even some t.A.T.u as they wail about people not going to get them.
Last resort, would be to get other VOICES (macross plus soundtrack) to overwrite C. Marlow.
:D
Testing 'cause Torias says he can't post this way...
-Talathar
Testing again... Torias, I think you're crazy...
eh, the taru made a big mistake - Kings of Leon don't sing that song... but I's to lazy to fix the entire posty... so... yeah, blame the taru. ^^;;;
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