Dave
Well-Known Member
#1: Where... where are we going?
#2: I need you to drive me to Philadelphia.
#1: But that's... that's more than 200 miles!
#2: That's why I can't walk there.
#1: Where... where are we going?
#2: I need you to drive me to Philadelphia.
#1: But that's... that's more than 200 miles!
#2: That's why I can't walk there.
Should I bolt every time I get that feeling in my gut when I meet someone new? Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
My ass may be dumb, but I ain't no dumbass.
Decent people shouldn't live here. They'd be happier someplace else.
Dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah - dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah, dah - Batman!!!