People who doubt the widespread influence of hallucinogens on music back in the day should be forced to listen to this song, or at least read the lyrics.
Also don't forget those are the same guys who warbled about alligator lizards in the air. In California.
When driving along said Ventura Highway at some ridiculous hour of night last month, with 8 hours behind us and 2-3 to go, me and my friend were compelled to very badly sing about aerial reptiles.
My hand to whatever, I pulled up a yacht rock streaming station when I went to bed, and the second song it gave me was plants and birds and rocks and things.
I’ve spent much of my life within five miles of 101. I picture that particular song originating with some funky mushrooms eaten at Pea Soup Andersen’s in Solvang.
The OG, now closed. We ate at the last one on I-5 on the way home, because there's a whole lot of nothing out there still and sometimes you just want some affordable plain food served by no-nonsense waitresses who call you "hun" after you've been out of town almost 2 weeks.
The old places where people would pull over for a sit-down family meal on the highway are mostly gone. Andersens, Nut Tree by Sacramento, Howard Johnson’s, etc. Stuckey’s is still around in the southeast, along with a few Bob Evan’s. Now we have gas station-convenience stores and drive-thru’s. Don’t even mention Cracker Barrel to me, bleh.
Our first Slumlord President knows all about code violations.
Didn't I read that the NYC Trump Tower had few if any sprinklers installed? Imagine a building that tall with a pitiful excuse for a fire suppression system.
There was sand and hills and rings...
I feel I must also call out Neil Diamond, for telling us that no one heard at all, not even the chair.
"I'm just an oily slick on the wind-up world of the nervous tick"
-- Elvis Costello, "Beyond Belief"
And I can only assume that the heat was hot.
Weirdest lyric ever?
Clearly you have never studied King Missile.
por exemplor:
"It's a beautiful day
Such a lovely morning of flowers and singing children
That I would fall into a sea of despair
An ocean of putrid stinky vile disgusting hell
If you would touch me once
If you would kiss me once
If you would kill me once and once again
And once and once again at once"
("Pickaxe" from The Way to Salvation ©1991)
People who doubt the widespread influence of hallucinogens on music back in the day should be forced to listen to this song, or at least read the lyrics.
Also don't forget those are the same guys who warbled about alligator lizards in the air. In California.
When driving along said Ventura Highway at some ridiculous hour of night last month, with 8 hours behind us and 2-3 to go, me and my friend were compelled to very badly sing about aerial reptiles.
lol, it must be said tho, there are few cooler things in life than to ride the ventura highway in a convertible on a sunny day at high speed....
My hand to whatever, I pulled up a yacht rock streaming station when I went to bed, and the second song it gave me was plants and birds and rocks and things.
I’ve spent much of my life within five miles of 101. I picture that particular song originating with some funky mushrooms eaten at Pea Soup Andersen’s in Solvang.
The OG, now closed. We ate at the last one on I-5 on the way home, because there's a whole lot of nothing out there still and sometimes you just want some affordable plain food served by no-nonsense waitresses who call you "hun" after you've been out of town almost 2 weeks.
The old places where people would pull over for a sit-down family meal on the highway are mostly gone. Andersens, Nut Tree by Sacramento, Howard Johnson’s, etc. Stuckey’s is still around in the southeast, along with a few Bob Evan’s. Now we have gas station-convenience stores and drive-thru’s. Don’t even mention Cracker Barrel to me, bleh.
.oO(Do-do-doowoo, do-do-doowoo...)
"All those musicians that made all that music that enriched your life... r-r-r-r-r-r-eal fuckin' high on drugs." -- Bill Hicks
Hmmm. My earlier comment has been disappeared.
Our first Slumlord President knows all about code violations.
Didn't I read that the NYC Trump Tower had few if any sprinklers installed? Imagine a building that tall with a pitiful excuse for a fire suppression system.
Especially on the top floors.
Worst song EVER.
My horse has no name...!
You owe the late, lamented Loud Family for those lyrics: "Plants and Birds and Rocks and Things".
I was worried that there ain't no one for to give us a one a day!