its a satire. you know, making fun of something by making it exaggerated. did you see the opeth video? or ever listen to any metal in your life? either that or you...*gulp*...liked the opeth music video...I don't know. the lyrics don't seem too funny.
i hit record on the recording software, just starting playing my guitar. then i hit record again and started making up lyrics that were supposed to narrate that shitty, shitty video. you know, the girl dying and then some scary masked man, the toilet snake, gasoline can...i suppose i didn't mention the lame band shots in the lyrics enough though
. anyways, take the length of the song and muliply it by two...and you have the length of time it took me.
but then i wouldn't have gotten to use my crappy generic opeth rip off riffs. and i contemplated using michael's vocal style, because back in the day i could do it pretty well. then i realized i wanted people to actually hear and understand what i was saying.
its funny, because the fact that you said this means, in the words of my great monkey president: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
bleedingskeptic said:
what was i supposed to do? make fun of the ridiculousness of the nature of the video by singing a love song to a hamster? or maybe...i could post a link that has nothing to do with making fun of opeth's music video...oh wait...you already did that. that doesn't even make sense. at least find another thing making fun of opeth or opeth type music to show how unfunny it was. something along these lineshttp://www.break.com/articles/apricots.html.
you poor thing. i wasted your precious time. i'm so sorry. i guess i just wasn't thinking of the consequences of my actions. here, we'll exchange emails, get eachothers personal info, and you show me how to be a fag as punishment for my purposely awful song about a shitty music video. up until this point i didn't even know i was gay and am not sure i know what i'm supposed to do to align myself with your deeply observant and profound declaration of what type of person i am.
none taken. it was supposed to.
not drunk. it was a mixture of a bad and grueling day at work mixed with to much coffee.
