We Dont Really Understand Where Chicken Comes from, And don't care to find out.

Brain Games is now... over!

Only 8 Ways to love Mark Harmon? Bullshit!

I laid my face to mountain, the sea snapped its teeth, dennis is a dick.

Bananas taste like sausage, only sweeter

It was hot that day. Real hot. Rudyard slowly turned his head towards Darryl, who was reclining in an old deck chair that seemed almost unable to contain his perspiring, bulging body. Rudyard groaned and shifted his weight onto the arm of his own dilapidated chair. “Nice’um-uh, day. You likey dogs, Darryl?” muttered Rudyard. All of a sudden, Darryl burst into flames and transformed into DANBURY, God of humidity. Rudyard immediately turned into a German Shepard with a top hat. He stood on his hind legs and turned hot dogs into wine, and they totally partied a lot. (Reprise)

"Wearing Slippers"

"Sometimes Your Hairstyle Is Just So Deliberately Messy"

"Then She Realized That She Wasn't Getting Fat"

"Doorknockers Are Antiquated"

"High Occupancy Lanes"

mrdfnle wrote:If your calling someting post rock isn't the song over?

Sorry about the question. Please more with the most crap song titles.

Just so everyone knows, I didn't start this thread because I hate them. I love these beautiful songs with the nonsensical titles. I kid because I love! (reprise)

j_harvey wrote:The album title would be "Lots of Scotts" or "A Hurd of Kurds" or "Galleons of Italians"

Wrapping the Lamb, Sir
Maria Which Has Had Her Heart Completely Fucked Up
The Smallest Chilean
American Dipper
Flat Panda
Take Care, Olaf
Piñata Oblongata
Goto Dengo Loses the War
Pitufina
The Sky Came Down to the Rooftops

Best post of the thread.

Rotten Tanx wrote:

mrdfnle wrote:If your calling someting post rock isn't the song over?

Sorry about the question. Please more with the most crap song titles.

Just so everyone knows, I didn't start this thread because I hate them. I love these beautiful songs with the nonsensical titles. I kid because I love! (reprise)

Too late. i got a PM from McEntire AND Bettina Richards and your as good as Beat up if you so much as inquire about complicated packaging for any project. Ever. They know ever silk screener/ Elaborate cardboard merchant everywhere.

DefinitelyNOTtheSWEDE wrote:Brain Games is now... over!

Okay, I don't mean to get all OMFG REMEMBER POP CULTURE up in here, but I'm really pleased that somebody else remembers that show.

My contributions:
-Those shoes are full of rye
-I'd rather post something else
-I spent two weekends a month rock and rolling all night and two weeks a year partying every day in the Kiss Army Reserves

The post rock anthem tune "wake mistake" by the great band Elements Of The Table

Carnival of woe, an emily
a dickenson, a homily
of ezra pound, found on sound
the lake behind the tower
eva brauns flower

(chorus)
all the snowmen are windmills
analog filling the junkfields
laboreres all well skilled
roosevelts empty boots filled

clint eastwood stoicism, pending
well perfumed cataclysm
take the muse home, alone
to burry policies bone

(chorus)
all the snowmen are windmills
analog filling the junkfields
laboreres all well skilled
roosevelts empty boots filled

-------[non guitar solo thats really hard to play]

burry the industry that makes
flowermaidens weep at wakes
i live in the grasp of wars mistakes
hope is buried beneath the great lakes


bury the industry that makes wakes
bury the industry that makes wakes
bury the industry that makes wakes
bury
bury
bury
bury me in my mistakes

phildodd wrote:SidE 11111
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land.
i. My cousin's, he took me out on a sledSLEDD
ii. The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it
iii. I remember
iv. OOOO that Shakespeherian Rag -

ssssside II
Let me be no nearer In death's dreams kingdom
i. Sightless, unless
ii. Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

It's as if phildodd was waiting for someone to ask.

Stunning.

capnreverb wrote:The post rock anthem tune "wake mistake" by the great band Elements Of The Table

Carnival of woe, an emily
a dickenson, a homily
of ezra pound, found on sound
the lake behind the tower
eva brauns flower

(chorus)
all the snowmen are windmills
analog filling the junkfields
laboreres all well skilled
roosevelts empty boots filled

clint eastwood stoicism, pending
well perfumed cataclysm
take the muse home, alone
to burry policies bone

(chorus)
all the snowmen are windmills
analog filling the junkfields
laboreres all well skilled
roosevelts empty boots filled

-------[non guitar solo thats really hard to play]

burry the industry that makes
flowermaidens weep at wakes
i live in the grasp of wars mistakes
hope is buried beneath the great lakes


bury the industry that makes wakes
bury the industry that makes wakes
bury the industry that makes wakes
bury
bury
bury
bury me in my mistakes

Are these actual lyrics to the song or are they implied?
They would be more effective if only implied.