oh yeah....

Fuck me, hold tight, I am totally spaced out.

I am dead.
Alive?
Dead.
Alive?
Dead.
Alive?
Dead?
Alive.

Gosh, I need to sleep. Badly. I love curries. And chicken breasts. And fingernails. And paper. And saliva. And sexual innuendos. And pears. And rice. And soy sauce. And milk. And cheese. And shiny keyboards. And female geeks. And local markets. And Han Solo. And potatoes. And drums. And bacon. And huge hipbones. And-

Wait, what? What? What? What?

Huh? What? What?

Exit. Enter. Scream. Exit. Enter. Breathes. Dies. Exit.

To. To. To. To.

Tu. Tu. Tu. Tu.

Da. Da. Da. Da.

Ba. Ba. Ba. Ba.

Gu. Gu. Ga. Ga.

De. De. De. De.

Wash. Clean. Soft. Hard. Piece. White. Body. Black. Dead.

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Huh?

Ba. Ba. Ba. Ba. De. De. De. De.

De. De. Dee. Deee. Deeee. Deeeee. Deeeeee. Deeeeeee. Deeeeeeee. Deeeeeeeee.

Sometimes, I wish I was still alive.

songs for the midnight owls

In my own little world of music, this track is the right at the top of the mountain, alongside several others. Great, great drum riff armed with Dave's half-scream-half-mumble voice. Ah, I miss the 90's.

You have Eddie Vedder, whose voice is imitated by so many musicians. You have Mike McCready, who created a guitar riff that is voted as one of the Top 50 Guitar Riffs Of All Time. Nuff' said.

Sorry, can't help but post an acoustic version of the previous track. Someone give Mike McCready a what-the-fuck-did-he-just-do-with-an-acoustic-guitar award or something already.

One of the only few Soundgarden songs that I really enjoy listening to. I prefer melodic grunge, not their usual slammadownimmasmashthisguitarwiththispowerriffandthenyouwillnodyourheadprofuselytillyougoallcrazy metal grunge. Chris Cornell has a great voice, but if he sings more melodic-based grunge songs like this one, he would probably keep his great voice intact and not do crazy stuff like, I dunno, Audioslave? Still, their new album's coming out, so there is something to look forward to in music after all.

*edit: Not to say both Soundgarden or Audioslave are 'bad' bands to me, of course, but most of their music just couldn't give me that musical frisson like the ones above.

This song dispels the midnight what-ifs in my mind and keep me, well, groovy and dancing around, imitating Ed's moves. Your touch keeps on hurtin'!

Do you know that the full title of this song is Lying Is The Most Fun Girls Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off? Quirky lyrics and music video aside, this song, along with their debut album A Fever You Can't Sweat Out, was part of my early teenage years, alongside the early 00's Maroon 5 and All-American Rejects. Still can't help but uh, dance to this beat.


In case you are wondering why the music videos, that is probably because I have absolutely nothing to post at all, which is good thing because if I were to post something about my life, it would be some profound shower thoughts which I don't think anyone would wanna know.

So... Yeah. I guess this is it. I will be on a hiatus until the day when I can think of a way to write down shower thoughts into more than three paragraphs because most of it ends at the second. See you.

P.S: Gonna check out Hulk Hogan's sex video. Apparently, it has the ability to turn all viewers of that video vegetarians for the rest of their lives. Haha. Haha.