Holy Shit
Our class-song conundrum is solved:
Toolmaster of Brainerd.
Basically the only song written about Brainerd, ever, and an awesome song to boot: what could be better.
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Rugged And Unorthodox. Robusto Ed Eterodosso.
Our class-song conundrum is solved:
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12 Comments:
Mmmmm, people generally need to know about a song before it can become the class song. This would require some serious advertising, viral or otherwise.
Yeah, it's a good song, and we could get a band to do it well enough. But has anyone really heard of it?
We could just walk around school with a stereo playing that song as loud as possible a few times a day, or better yet be like those crazy goth kids and just sit in front of our lockers with it playing every morning.
Good idea.
I'd like to hear this song.
We could just walk around school with a stereo playing that song as loud as possible a few times a day, or better yet be like those crazy goth kids and just sit in front of our lockers with it playing every morning.
Exactly.
Um, being like those crazy goth kids is not the best way to win a popularity contest, which is exactly what this will be.
Trip Shakespeare was very popular when I was in college.
So . . .
1) Get the song played at least once per week in the opening of the morning announcements
2) Get t-shirts that say this on the front:
"Mr. Master of Brainerd"
and this on the back:
"Up in Brainerd where the children go to milking school"
Or you could guarantee victory by just choosing a Judas Priest song.
Name one kid in your class that isn't secretly hell bent for leather.
are you back home pelky?
Um, Josh Johnson?
He's pretty openly hell bent for leather.
If you're able to convince enough people to choose this song to be our class song, I think you should go into marketing, because obviously that's where you belong.
And I actually want to hear this song; I want to know how anyone could be inspired to write anything lyrical about Brainerd.
i'm hell bent for leather...chips, dips, chains, whips...a little candle wax on the nipples....how about the song "wierd science" for our class song? damn i love the 80s. perhaps a ditty by the cure (burn) or a flock of seagulls (i ran so far away)? as in burn a certain large object and run away....far away.
hell fucking yeah!
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