Una de las cosas que intento hacer en los pocos ratos libres que tengo es pasar mis viejas cintas VHS a DVD. La mayoría son videos musicales o conciertos grabados de la tv.
Ahora me resulta muy complicado ver videoclips... siempre nos queda internet...
Os pongo aquí uno de esos videos que tengo grabado y que como no... he podido encontrar en el youtube
Se trata de un video de King Missile, que debí grabar en una de esas noches universitarias en las que veía el programa de tv
MetropolisLa letra es bastante original...
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for
a while, then out]
a quién no le gustaría quitarse el pene de vez en cuando....para ir al dentista por ejemplo
jajajajja
Tengo otro video de los King Missile... pero no está en youtube... bastante más reaccionario... love is beautiful
Love is beautiful
Like birds that sing
Love is not ugly
Like rats
In a puddle of vomit
Love is beautiful
Like the sunshine
And the dancing wind
Love is not ugly
Like pus
And lice
And tobacco snot
Love is beautiful
Love is beautiful
Like all the little animals
In a forest full of green
That smells like pine
And wonder
Love is not invisible brain control
And pain
And malicious intent
And lying all the time
Although it can be all of these things
And more
Love is a many splendoured thing
It is not a shipload of slaughtered pigs
Rotting and festering
In the bleating desert
Love is what love is
And love is not
What love is not
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