"Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There's a rumour going round
Gotta clear outa town
I'm smelling like a dry fish bone
Here come the law gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
Never never I never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Rainy afternoon I gotta blow a typhoon
And I'm playing on my slide trombone
Anymore anymore cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy stone cold crazy you know

Walking down the street
Shooting people that I meet
With my rubber tommy water gun
Here come the deputy
He's gonna come and getta me
Gotta get me get up and run
They got the sirens loose I ran right outa juice
They're gonna put me in a cell
If I can't go to heaven
Will they let me go to hell?
Crazy stone cold crazy you know

I chose this song cus it's crazy and totally awesome for rockin out. I love Queen's style, how they can blend classical strings with electric guitars. I also like how obscure the lyrics can get.

This song is about a guy dreaming he was Al Capone, committing various crimes. Lines like "Shooting people with my water tommy gun" are a little tongue-in-cheek, and are supposed to let the audience know that the song is a joke.

basement dj

Records are a work of art.

Take one,
Then another.
Put them together, Make something new.
It’s dope,
It’s ill.

I blow the dust off another black circle.
Another forgotten memory,
Lost talent that time forgot.
The cracks, the hiss, and the pop.
An old sound never sounded so new.

In the darkness of the basement,
I’m mysterious
As a shadow cascading off the wall

Making my own beats,
Cutting up breaks like a musical chef.
You cannot comprehend
My melodic genius,

The outsider.

-

The staircase of life is endless.
The question is.....

How far will you go?

The EPIC Throwdown

The throw down of the universe had begun.
Punches came from the left, kicks from the right.
He delivered a big shot that knocked his opponent over,
A hit so powerful it would break your legs.
His arms split and shattered like glass from the super kick,
Then he looked up and thought he saw the light.

Not backing away, he called his opponent a "light weight".
He threw punches as if shot from a cannon.
Down his rival went, black rings around his eyes.
The man feared that his head would break,
And he wanted to set his rival right.

He said, "Let's go. Right now."
His opponent knew it was going down.
"Not before I break your legs!" he retaliated.
"Nope! You're going out like a light!" he replied.
He had one more shot to prove himself.
"This here uppercut will blow you away!"

But that uppercut did not blow him away,
Nor did a single strike break his legs.
"Perhaps a super kick will set you straight," his foe said.
"Whatev. Hit me with your best shot!" screamed the man.

I'm Sorry, But

I don’t know what to say.

I will not snore loudly.

I will listen, not talk.

I will not leave the toilet seat up.

I will say that dress looks good on you.

You will come home to a hot-cooked dinner.

I will listen to your opinions of me.

I will listen to your opinions of my friends.

I will turn off ESPN.

I will turn on Maurie.

I will give you those backrubs you love.

I will love you.