damn...i guess i should update this thing with something...hmmm...i'm sure everyone is dying to see more Spot 1019 lyrics:
Long Tomorrow
The news of the world wore heavy on his head. He knew there was no easy solution. No solution.
And so he chose to lie there in his lover's soggy bed all day to dream about the revolution.
If we put our minds together, we will wind up real confused. If we try real hard, maybe we can fuck things up for good.
Let's choose sides and exorcise our freedom of speech. And when it all blows away we'll know we did the best we could.
The right to vote is not enough to show the people what he has to say. It's so important.
So he tries to scuff the finish on his little snakeskin boots and puts another badge on his beret.
Him say, "If Freedom of speech is the illusion of true freedom, is a free man ever really free?
Waking up after a life of indifference, what the hell difference does it really make to me?"
Let's take all of our beautiful possessions, put 'em in a great big communal pile.
Death to the fascist insect, etcetera, etcetera, a little special something to make the hungry smile.
The sounds, the shapes issued forth from the screen, a darker screen with finer image resolution.
He wisely chose to lie there in his lover's soggy bed all day to dream about the revolution.
Him say, "If freedom of speech is the illusion of true freedom, is a free man ever really free?
Waking up after a life of indifference, what the hell difference does it really make to me?"
Long Tomorrow
The news of the world wore heavy on his head. He knew there was no easy solution. No solution.
And so he chose to lie there in his lover's soggy bed all day to dream about the revolution.
If we put our minds together, we will wind up real confused. If we try real hard, maybe we can fuck things up for good.
Let's choose sides and exorcise our freedom of speech. And when it all blows away we'll know we did the best we could.
The right to vote is not enough to show the people what he has to say. It's so important.
So he tries to scuff the finish on his little snakeskin boots and puts another badge on his beret.
Him say, "If Freedom of speech is the illusion of true freedom, is a free man ever really free?
Waking up after a life of indifference, what the hell difference does it really make to me?"
Let's take all of our beautiful possessions, put 'em in a great big communal pile.
Death to the fascist insect, etcetera, etcetera, a little special something to make the hungry smile.
The sounds, the shapes issued forth from the screen, a darker screen with finer image resolution.
He wisely chose to lie there in his lover's soggy bed all day to dream about the revolution.
Him say, "If freedom of speech is the illusion of true freedom, is a free man ever really free?
Waking up after a life of indifference, what the hell difference does it really make to me?"
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friend: Oh my god!!! This song should be in donnie darko!!!
me: yes, but all the songs in donnie darko are from the 80s. jennifer terran is not from the 80s, nor could she pretend to be.
friend:....well....they could get cyndi lauper to cover it!!!
Thought that was amusing...