Metaphors? Why, of all the dirty, rotten tricks.
'Shindig'
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Metaphors? Why, of all the dirty, rotten tricks.
I know. It's fucking lame, but there you have it. It's riddled with them.
I blame Tom Waits who is one metaphorical motherfucker.
How pretentious can you be? Everyone knows good music writing is as flatly descriptive and blandly MOR as Dave Marsh's haircut.
It's riddled with them.
Riddled like holes in Blackburn, Lancashire?
Riddled like holes in Blackburn, Lancashire?
I had to count them all. It took forever.
At least they were rather small.
And yet? They'd fill the Albert Hall.
Do we know how many it takes?
I have no idea if this is real or not. It seems too Onion-y to be true, and yet... [link]
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Ah, xposts and lost unfunny punchlines.