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Post by Doc on Jul 14, 2005 0:57:03 GMT -5
So, on the alternative college rock radio station here in my town I here this great tune goi' home and I said to myself, that's totally like, the Beatles, sounds almost like John on lead but not quite---so the announcer tells the audience it was a band out of Athens Georgia called "Of Montreal". Well their first album is "Cherry Peel" and I plan to get it. Really liked what I heard. www.ofmontreal.net/decibel.htmlThe author there thought so they were rather Beatle-influenced as well........you can't really miss it I guess.......really nice, nice stuff.
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Post by Doc on Jul 14, 2005 2:28:41 GMT -5
OK< so like, I went to their website to read their lyrics and stuff, and I have truly discovered other people from my home planet of ZreĆøqnelje. (Don't try to say it; you earthlings don't have enough teeth to make the sounds). Anyway, a lyric page: www.ofmontreal.net/coqlyrics.htmla sample: THE EVENTS LEADING UP TO THE COLLAPSE OF DETECTIVE DULLLIGHT There was jello in the fingerprints Detective Dulllight discovered. It proved to be the most important finding in the case And where as Detectives Slocks and Slovits slobbered over smutty photographs Dulllight had a better lead to follow. He followed the ringing to the telephone where a voice asked "Excuse me aren't you so and so?" "Oh so and so since you left I have been eating only sweets cause they remind me of you." He felt this surely was a clue. So he climbed into the tub wearing his underwear and overcoat, jumped aboard the model boat and followed the water down the drain. In his brain there are file cabinets and secretaries filing their nails downstairs (But I don't want to talk about that room downstairs). At this moment Detective Slocks and Slovets realize that since they had reported on the crime scene this morning each of them has aged over fifty years. Two butterflies land on their shoulders and harmonize softly in their ears "Where did all the time go?" "Did you think that you'd stay young forever?" "But at least you're still together..." The two detectives held hands in the moonlight. The butterflies flew away which prompted Slovit's to say,"l miss them already". Slocks removed a fountain pen from his breast pocket, drove it deep into Slovit's throat and began screeching "DEATH TO THE PARCHMENT WHALE, THE ROBOT IAM LASAILE". While in prison, Slocks wrote one of the most revered exercises in free verse titled "The Cause of Gauze". "Oh the cause of gauze, The Manuels have fondled many memories from my lap though each memory has its own lap and swimmers swim laps. Even swimmers have laps however and while in that condition many require a delicate gauze. I desire only this in my decrepitude, that I will have one more opportunity to serve as a gauze to my fellow man and that in that state of gauze can somehow disturb the world less often with my prickly fingers." When Detective Dulllight returning from the catacombs first heard the news of the Slocks and Slovets stabbing and subsequent poetry enterprise he immediately fell to the floor and began plucking peaches from his cheeks. This eventually became a tiresome activity so he evaporated into the cream a float a child's bedtime coco. At last. I am not alone on this little planet..........
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