O. M. G.

Nashville, 2009

What I would have given to have been in this room:



:devil::devil::devil::devil::devil::devil:

This is the Kit - "Earthquake"

You'll know in 0:35 whether you will love this song. If the droney but interesting chords catch your ear, and if her woooo-woooooo opening is intriguing... you're in.

I think most people will dig it.



Nobody saw
Nobody saw
Nobody followed

Unbeknown and never showed
How when alone oh how we glowed

Never saw us at our best
Two hot hearts a drinking in our chests

But too early and too late
Too clammy and too Kate
Too earthquake
Hidden handshake

I've watched it half a dozen times now, and I'm gonna get the lyrics and read them as watch them. It's as satisfying to watch as it is to listen to.

Here ya go V ,
Picture this
I'm a bag of dicks
Put me to your lips
I am sick
I will punch a baby bear in his shit
Give me lip
I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch
I can end a conversation real quick
I am crack
I ain't lyin', kick a lion in his crack
I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit
Pinch your momma on the booty
Kick your dog, fuck your bitch
Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa
And took pictures with your kids
We the best
We will cut a frowny face in your chest, little wench
I'm unmentionably fresh, I'm a mensch, get correct
I will walk into a court while erect, screaming "Yes!
I am guilty motherfuckers, I am death"
Hey, you wanna hear a good joke?
Nobody speak, nobody get choked
Get running
Start pumping your bunions, I'm coming
I'm the dumbest, who flamethrow your function to Funyuns
Flame your crew quicker than Trump fucks his youngest
Now face the flame, fuckers, your fame and fate's done with
I rob Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Linus and Lucy
Put coke in the doobie, roll woolies to smoke with Snoopy
I still remain that dick grabbin' slacker that spit a loogie
Cause the toter of the toolie'll murder you friggin' Moolies
Fuck outta here, yeah
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey, hey
Nobody speak [x2]
Only facts I will shoot a
Baby duck if it quacks, with a Ruger
Top billin', come cops some villainous shots is blocked, shipped out, and bought, and y'all feeling it
El-P killin' it, Killer Mike killin' shit
What more can I say? We top billin' it
Valiant without villainy
Viciously foul victory
Burn towns and villages
Burning looting and pillaging
Murderers try to hurt us we curse them and all their children
I just want the bread and bologna bundles to tuck away
I don't work for free, I am barely giving a fuck away
So tell beggin' Johnny and Mommy to get the fuck away
Heyyo here's a gun, son, now run, get it the gutterway
Live to shoot another day
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak, nobody get choked, hey
Nobody speak [x2]
Nobody speak, nobody get choked

My buddy does this song solo w/a flat top. They fall down in the aisles when he does it.

Warren & Neil

I can get behind that.

Any Rick and Morty fans?

No but I've become a Blonde Redhead fan just due to Spotify being awesome.

Dang, Rhianne snuck in on us.

There must be mixed emotions when a band licenses a song. On the plus side, exposure and money, but people who only associate your song with the licensee.

Hate to see instruments abused but like the music.

A little something for the adventurists. The squeamish can leave at about 1: 30.

This will always make the hair on my arms stand up. Maybe it was the times, or at least what I want to remember from the times, but my god, what a voice. It starts at :30.

When [screen] left cello stood up and pointed to the audience with his bow, I lol'd.

Wow. I was not expecting a capella. Ol' Grace had herself a set o' pipes, for damn sure.