With TV Came Happiness

What is this pile of general insanity? Those bears sure know how to party. Especially walking on the ceiling bear. And people vomiting bear. And pregnant explosion bear. Found by Videogum.com

Frankmusik has appeared again, guest vocaling on a Computer Club track, Losing Streak. It’s not the usual Frankmusik song, extra produced and wonky but I can still get behind it. The lyrics are extra dirty as well. The line in my post title precedes more special bits. “You got cock, now it’s fine, join the back of the line”. Classy.

I’m about finished with the Teen Death Songs and it is time to give you a two-fer. These two are obviously connected. Tell Tommy I Miss Him and Tell Laura I Love Her are a happy pair. Laura came first. Poor Tommy douches it up. He wants to marry that dried out turd and is poor so he decides to go win a car race. As you can expect, mother fucker gets in a car crash. Fun fact: the only deaths in the 50s and 60s were because of car crashes. The Vietnam war was just one giant teenage car crash. Anyways, with his dying breath he says he loves the mucus pile that is Laura so good for him.

Later, Skeeter Davis said, “Hey, I don’t want to be original in anyway, so why don’t a glom on to a hit song. So she channels Laura, Tommy’s clown college of a girlfriend/near fiance and she just sings about how she is said he’s dead. And she tells the angels to pass that shit along. Then she kills herself with a bullet to the brain. A bullet to the brain in the form of a car crash. No! That bitch doesn’t kill herself. Pussy! She just sits around like some lame ass human trash heap and whines. Later, she ended up in squalor, an old spinster with a bunch of disease ridden cats.

Back in June or so, I posted about the Wonder Girls, a Korean girl group that were (are) trying to make it big in America. Things have taken a turn for the awesome. The following clip has gone viral. A little boy in a dress does a very impressive copy of their dance for the song Nobody .

It’s about time to put up a assload of music posts again so bare with me. I have disliked Cheryl Cole’s solo album away from the rest of Girls Aloud. I know part of it is because she is my least favorite member, but it also because the songs are sorta a lot meh. One song snuck through though and I have no idea. Parachute is overly catchy and I want to punch it in the throat. Maybe it’s the repetition of words that happen, yet are sung at different speeds and in different keys. I tend to like that sort of shit.
Funny story. The song is about how Cheryl has some guy that will catch her if she ever falls. Also, she sings about how “they” want to see her and her man fall. Which is funny, because her husband, footballer Ashley Cole, just became the Tiger Woods of England with like 86 mistresses coming forth. Guess no one is catching your ass now Cheryl. Go buy that parachute.

I watched one of the strangest and therefore awesomest movies yesterday. It had been on  my Netflix queue for ages and I finally got around to it. The Happiness of the Katakuri’s is the tale of a family who move out to the country and buy a B&B. Unfortunately, all of their guests start dying and when a body is found, or for any reason, the family starts singing and dancing. Sometimes, for action scenes, everything goes claymation and it’s batshit. The opening of the movie says it all so take a look. Always watch out for angel fetuses trying to steal your uvula.

I haven’t had a Roison Murphy post in a bit and I just came across a good song with her as featured player. Crookers is some DJ team or something and they have decided to bring the RM into the mix with their song, Royal T . Roison really does some wailing and I digs it like a pony digs a grave for its blind owner. ?!

This family of freakshow clowns pleases me to no end. Crystal Swing is a red hot country trio made up of mother, son, and daughter. For whatever awful reason, someone has allowed them to produce two albums this year. And now they are on public access and supposedly on the late late show on Irish network TV. That’s right. These people are country singing Irish people. The accents make things really weird right off the bat and things get even weirder when the kids start singing sexy to each other. Durvla gives us a really special bit at 1:57 when she sings while rubbing her brother “You’re so naughty, touch my body and just call me pretty.” Familial love right there. Also worth noting is the mom’s sexy winks at 1:04 and 3:16. She knows that camera is there and she wants camera fuck you to death. Meanwhile, I have had this song in my head for 4 days. Shoot me now. FREEZE ON CREEPY SMILING FACES at 3:55

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Mickey & Goofy, Huey Duey & Luey, Daisy, and Donald solo. Now add to that list Donald’s old school cartoons with his best pal Mickey’s dog Pluto. Why do they interact? Who knows. Pluto seems to be his employee? A bad employee at that too. Sleeping the job. Things later take a random turn when an asshole bee is suddenly introduced. Why does everyone have to be so rude to poor Donald. He is just a victim of the cruel world in which he lives. So he has a temper. It doesn’t show up until he is provoked by one of the many uncaring people in his life. Fuck his life. You good for nothing mutt!

I’ve had this song on my list for about 2 months and have continued to avoid it because I just had to put up this song or that song instead. When is it Billy’s turn? Now. The song Billy Don’t Be A Hero is a special little number that seems to be a cover of a song of the same name by Paper Lace, the group behind previous poor 70s track, The Night Chicago Died . Anywho, this version became popular in American while Paper Lace’s less quality number did in The UK.

About the song itself, it’s some sentimental pap smear about some dude who goes off to war and dies and it’s like anti-war or something maybe. The lyrics are silly, but I dig it just the same. Please to listen.