Everyone has a myspace in the today world. Myspace has given all those rat faced children out there a voice. A voice of poison and mediocrity. They send you messages asking to be added, “check out my video!” they say. “We have a distinct mix of soundscapes ranging from the foo fighters to missy elliot.”, they beckon. “Beseech thy frail frame of frozen finglanottingham sir, and perchance a muffin of a dream?”
This would all be well and good,
if not for
one
small
inconsequential bit
of
factualness….
Most these people can only make boring techno beats and nursery rhymes about lost girlfriends(”all them dirty biznitches”)
So light them guitars on the fire. Give up at being in a band. Sell all that crap and join a frat. Cause the only way your ugly ass is gonna get any ladies is with force…..or a train. Woo Woo!
Give Up!. Awesomeness in music ended with the creation of the melodica. Fruity guy.
Oh yeah Babaaaaaay.
Blow me a melody.
Uhhh.
Give it to daddy.
Smoochy smooch.
Yeah.
-Bill
