The Writing's on the Wall

July 4, 2006 8:41 PM

"In the fires of Mount Doom, was forged our mighty song." My band's ode to itself. Check out the fake-out ending, and that's a real cello in the coda.

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posted by pealco (4 comments total) 2 users marked this as a favorite

That is a goddam composition right there. However, I did not actually crap my pants, and so demand my money back.
posted by cortex at 10:58 AM on July 5, 2006


There's no winning. Either people ask for their money back for not crapping their pants, or they ask for their money back for crapping their pants.
posted by pealco at 10:36 PM on July 5, 2006


See, that's why you should never explicitly address the pants-crapping issue. You have to imply. A song should make the listener think, "damn, I don't know whether or not to crap my pants!" And they shouldn't be able to answer right away. You just got greedy. That was your mistake.
posted by cortex at 11:19 PM on July 5, 2006


Superb. But as far as you're concerned, the crappiness of my pants is in a Schrödingerian indeterminate state.
posted by ikkyu2 at 12:36 AM on July 6, 2006


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