Showing posts with label The Panic The Vomit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Panic The Vomit. Show all posts

Thursday, December 6, 2007

For The World Is Hollow And I Have Touched The Sky

The Seattle Times' Geoff Baker, Mariners beat reporter and prolific blogger, lets us in on the utterly messed-up weirdness that is the site of the Winter Meetings:



Gaylord Opryland Resort and Convention Center's own propaganda makes the place out to be even more appalling:

Under majestic, climate-controlled glass atriums, you'll be surrounded by nine acres of lush indoor gardens, winding rivers and pathways, and sparkling waterfalls where you can unwind, explore, shop, dine, and be entertained to your heart's content. Highlights include a 44-foot waterfall, fountain shows, and tours aboard our Delta Flatboats - right inside the hotel.
Ghaaah. Think of something else... Hey! Dontrelle Willis has a blog!

Friday, October 19, 2007

New Radiohead Lyric Predicted Torre's End

I do not
Understand
What it is
I've done wrong
Full of holes
Check the pulse
Blink your eyes
One for yes
Two for no

I have no idea what I am talking about
I'm trapped in this body and can't get out
Ooooohhhh

Make a sound
Move back home
Get an invitation
With the edges
Sawn off

I have no idea what you are talking about
I'm trapped in this body and can't get out
Ooooohhhh

Has the light gone out for you?
Cause the light's gone for me
It is the 21st century
It is the 21st century
You can fight it like a dog
And they brought me to my knees
They got scared and they put me in
They got scared and they put me in
All the lies run around my face
All the lies run around my face
And for anyone else to see
And for anyone else to see

I'm alive

I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
I've seen it coming
Song: Bodysnatchers
Album: In Rainbows
Lyric via Green Plastic

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

New Radiohead Lyric Predicted Knuckleballer's Game Four Loss

One two three four
Wakey Wakey
rise and shine
it's on again, off again, on again

watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
Fingers in the blackbird pie
I'm tingling tingling tingling
it's what you feel now
what you ought to, what you ought to
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
we thought you had it in you
but no, no, no
[...]
you got melted to butter