Nevermore (Can't Sleep, Crows Will Find Me)
Por Thomas Ferkol
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Lanzado el 25/12/2012.
Duración: 3:08.
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Brad Griffin: (booklet editor)
No commentary here!
continued from The Seer and the Tribesmen:
THE NAKED FELLOW INTRODUCES HIMSELF IN RETURN. OVERJOYED, BNORKEL BARKS UP A CLOUD OF PUNGENT INK. THIS STARTLES THE MOOSE, WHO PROCEEDS TO INSTINCTIVELY CHARGE THEM BOTH. A FLURRY OF ACTIVITY! ANTLERS FLASH, TENTACLES FLAIL, EXPOSED FLESH JUTS OFFENSIVELY.
AFTER A BRIEF BUT VIOLENT SCUFFLE, BNORKEL COWELS IN A MASS, LICKING HIS WOUNDED SUCKERS. AMIDST THE COMMOTION, THE FRIENDLY NUDIST WAS KNOCKED THROUGH THE AIRLOCK, BRIEFLY INTO THE FRIGID VACUUM OF SPACE, THEN THROUGH THE PLANET'S ATMOSPHERE AT HIGH SPEEDS.
THE MOOSE INADVERTENTLY TAKES CONTROL OF THE SPACESHIP (IT IS A SPACE SHIP BY THE WAY) AND ACCIDENTALLY USES IT TO DESTROY NEPTUNE. BNORKEL DIDN'T LIKE NEPTUNE ANYWAY.
THE END.
The moral of the story is, people should write their own dang commentary or else this happens.
Finished the Dave’s dream track, might post it later tonight or sometime tomorrow.
So it begins.
TG: i was in this dark place surrounded by this big flock of crows
TG: god this is so generically morbid
TG: im sorry in advance for exposing you to my unconscious minds retarded cliches
TT: It’s ok.
TT: They wouldn’t be cliches if they didn’t comprise the unanimously understood bedrock of phallic symbolism, with no other viable interpretation.
TG: well obviously i knew the birds were just black screaming sky dongs just hear me out
TG: i kept dying
TG: there kept being these traps like i would go one way and get my head chopped off
TG: or go another way and get stabbed or whatever
TG: and every time i died the dream reset itself and i was standing there alive and ready to try to escape again
TG: but each time i would be watching myself from the vantage point of a different crow
TG: like i was the crow all squawking around in circles like a macabre flapping douche
TG: and i would always watch myself try to do something different to dodge the trap but i always ended up dead