TOP 10 SONGS OF THE DECADE THAT TECHNICALLY COUNT AS MELODIC 1-this 2-me hitting my head against a granite slab to crush my skull to bits due to my schizophrenia
for some reasson: when i hear the “makin time, breakin ground, sail brown bay to chcoolate town” part, my brain just pictures spongebob on a chocolate boat heading to a town made out of chocolate
EDDIE DINGLE IS BOOGNISH WHO IS ALSO DEANER AND GENER AND MEANWEEN AND MISS MANDY AND FRANK AND MOLLY AND POLLY AND VAN WINKLE AND SARAH AND NAN AND I AM SORRY IF FORGOT SOME PEOPLE BUT BUGGIE WEEN IS BETTER THAN EVERY DAMN BAND ON THE PLANET.
put the lyrics to the mid season spongebob track “skipping to school” (that really obnoxious one that’s EVERYWHERE in the bad seasons). it totally fits
This song came on at the wake of my stepfathers sudden death. He wasnt a person I looked up too immensely early in my life, often butting heads on any and all subjects, later to learn this was due more to similarity than anything else. I didnt discover that my love of Ween was fomented by him introducing it to my mother years earlier. All of us grouped around his body in the hospital bed, waiting for the warmth to leave him as we listened to a pandora radio station he enjoyed. We played cards and joked around as if he were still there, it didnt seem to hit us exactly what was happening until the worker came take his body. I helped that man take the body through the cramped front door, this song came on as we prepared him to move. Im not sure anyone else noticed it, besides me and my stepsister. I recalled we looked at each other, both with a solemn recognition of our disparate forms of affection we had for this now cooling man shaped pile of unaccomplished dreams. I remember those 3 days we spent in the wake fondly, he got to meet his middle daughters children, in a sense. Twins freshly born and still requiring that constant infantile coddling. It was warming to see the extremes of life so candidly and undivided. This song has a special place in my mind because of those 3 days, and the years that led up to it. I suppose one day those memories will fall apart or turn to ash as well, I like to imagine ill atleast be able to listen to Ween again after its all said and done.
