Omg the difference between the live Performance and the recorded song is amazing. I wasn’t a big fan of space age bachelor man bc I’ve only heard the live version. But omg I love the recorded one
This gets sad when you realize that either A: Talia will hear in a few days that Mischa is dead and she will never know how much he loved her or have a life together. Or B: she doesn’t hear from him for weeks and thinks he ghosted her and begins to hate him.😢
Your skin isn't paper,so don't cut it. Your body isn't a book,so don't judge it. Your heart isn't a door,so don't lock it. Your dick isn’t a hammer, so don’t jack it. Your life is not a movie,so don't end it. Your body is not a coat,so don't hang it. You are more loved than you know. ❤️
I think "time eats all his children in the end" is a reference to Greek mythology, right? Because Kronos/Cronus/Chronos (jeez there are so many ways to spell his name), the personification of time, ate his kids
I'm going to help her with her hair and then finish watching "Without a Net" by Cirque Du Soleil. I have to say that the BEST times I think I've enjoyed were at Cirque. Yes, We saw "La Nouba" in Florida, and then "Kurios" in Denver, actually. Cirque is the BEST place on earth.
Random Question: does anyone know a gender neutral replacement for the name “Jane“? I wanna do a cover of this song for a non binary character who died in an exisential crisis.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo This is song to tell you That what you is, is what you got And I'm here to say that I am the money What you is Is what you got And I am the money (Take a look, baby, he's the real ka-ching) Lounging with my homies, Friday night scene (whoa) The playstation's up on my 60-inch screen McNuggets in the bag, Cristal's on tap New toothbrush from Tiffany's (still in the bubble wrap) Track lights are glowing like nuclear sciences Sparkling all over my stainless steel appliances I'm shining like Midas, I'm the king of ka-ching Everything I touch goes bling, bling, bling (whoa) My life is awesome This beat is awesome Robots are awesome (Take a look, baby, he's the real ka-ching) and I'll say it again My life is awesome (whoa) This hook is awesome Robots are awesome Now I'm rolling in my Civvie with the pumped-up bass (whoa) Blue lights glowing, the vipers on my face We pass around the Chronic, we party all night We start to get the munchies, so we stop for a bite Cruise into the lot of the hard rock cafe Here come the hotties, here come the valet Front of the line, we don't need ID Your usual table, sir? (In the VIP) (whoa) My life is awesome This beat is awesome Robots are awesome (Take a look, baby, he's the real ka-ching) and I'll say it again My life is awesome (whoa) Auto-tune is awesome Zero, one, zero, one, zero, one, one It's time to start the party, but there ain't no party here yet So we have to take a ride in my brand new Learjet Feeling homesick for my homies in the Ukraine Landing in kyiv before we finish off the champagne Roll to the club where the rich kids go Them Eurotrash bitches all checking out my flow All kinds of hotties, from all around the world Then I feel this pair of eyes And I see this girl Shawt-ay
i kinda relate to this song, not because i got decapitated in a roller coaster accident, but i feel like a jane doe. no one knows me and i don't know myself.
You might see before you An ordinary man An earthly illusion All a part of the cosmic plan Yes, long ago, they visited Those others from outer space Informed me I'm the chosen one To save the Zolarian race It's true, listen Ricky, we are a distant galaxy A galaxy greatly in need Of your groove, your kink-o-matic powers Yes, we need your freak-tastic seed They took me then, to their daughters' realm The land of the Kitty-Cat Star I know you've heard the legends of The sexy cat women from Zolar (mrrow) Meow Meow Make love to me, Ricky What? (Meow) Meow Okay But there's one more small thing Won't you please help save our galaxy, Ricky? Sure What would you do in my place A mere mortal man? With the fate of a galaxy before you Millions of lives in your hand? The naughty daughters of the realm All hungry for my chi You'd never guess the role I played In Zolarian history I'm just a swingin' Space age Bachelor man Let's dance, kitties Meow (Meow) Meow (Meow) Meow (Meow) Meow (Meow) Meow (Meow) Meow (Meow) Meow, meow meow meow, meow It gets weird now Ricky, you've lain with our daughters You're our hero, our saving grace But now there is a new challenge For Zolaria to face For they're at war with K-9 Count Dogulous, that son of a bitch (that son of a bitch) The generals are all standing by Tell us, Ricky, should we pull the switch? Meow Meow Oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into? Meow Meow Why are they asking me? I'm a lover, not a fighter I thought I told them I'm just a swingin' Space age Bachelor man So I told them I am just a man A space age man, that's all I am But I wanna hold your hands, all your hands As we make love tonight Oh, I have no desire to rule the galaxy (oh) Oh, to hold you close is enough for me Makin' love in zero gravity Whoa-whoa-whoa Makin' love (hey!) Makin' love Makin' love On just love Zolar Makin' love (woo!) Makin' love (uh!) Makin' love (I've got to make) On just love Zolar (I've got to make) You're my catnip, you're the most (makin' love, makin' love) You're such a pretty, gritty kitty (makin' love on just love Zolar) I wanna be your scra-hatchin' post (makin' love, makin' love) Let me be, let me be, let me be (makin' love on just love) And they listened And they heard my message, for I was singing notes that only cats or cat people could hear A G sharp, five octaves above middle C Incredible, peace was restored I guess that's what happens When you're a swingin' Space age Bachelor man So I came back to the Earth To show you the way To lead you pretty people To a brighter day We can save the whole galaxy With love from the heart And sexy cat ladies that, that That's where we'll start Yes, I came back to this rock With my love and my seed Ladies, you got what I want And you know I've got what you need 'Cause I'm a swingin' Space age Bra-ba-ba-ba-bachelor man (Bachelor man) Meow
He became mute at 6 and hes 16 at this point. That means he waited a literal decade to share his pholisopical smutty sifi story about cat girls. Thats what he did with his opportunity to share his perspective and life story, after waiting to for a literal decade. What a guy.
[Jane:] Some might say we're released Pushing daisies, deceased But we all know the worms must be fed There's just one lingering fear Oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head? Oh my soul Oh my soul Oh my soul Oh my soul Ooh... Ooh... Ah... Ah... ah Oh no soul, and no name And no story, what a shame Cruel existence was only a sham? Oh Saint Peter, let me in! You must know where I've been Won't you tell me at last who I am? Who I am Who I am Who I am Who I am Ooh... Ooh... Ah... Ah... ah And from the ground, beneath my feet I hear the anguish of the street [Choir:] A choir never complete [Jane:] And like an old forgotten tune A song that no one knows... Forgot how it goes Just John and me Forever eternally, Jane Doe And I'm asking, "Why, Lord? If this is how I die, Lord Why be left with no family And no friends?" [Choir:] Ooh [Jane:] I've got no celebration Just this consolation Time eats all his children In the end [Arpeggio riffing:] Ah... A melody floats through the air When silence falls, does no one care? [Choir:] Does anyone care? [Jane:] Another sad, forgotten tune Another song that no one knows So that's how it goes! Just John and me Forever eternally, Jane Doe [Choir:] And she's asking "Why, Lord?" [Jane:] Why, oh why, oh why, oh why...? [Choir:] "This is no way to die, Lord!" [Jane:] No one to sing, no one to sigh Now that all is said and done Isn't there anyone to tell me who I am? [Choir (Jane):] No singing songs of celebration (Ah ah ah ah) Just this sorry speculation (Aah ah) [Jane:] Like John I'll be eternally A forgotten name, some lost refrain Just "Jane" Jane... Doe! [Choir:] A melody floats through the air When silence falls, does no one care? Jane Doe
Lyrics: Beginnings are easy Endings are hard But the very middle of a story is impossible What greater art form To better express this existential how Than the entire b-side Of a progressive rock album? Ladies and gentlemen I give you Rick Potts The most imaginative boy in town
