Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Best Goddamn Song In the World



You can't deny these songs don't send a chill down your spine. Plus, Grace Slick is pretty hot.

21 comments:

  1. i played this on my bass guitar, it is simple easy :D

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  2. Gross green wings lol
    supporting daily :-)

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  3. Yes I can! *Denying* ha ha, take that! Not really I love that song. Sending some support your way.

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  4. this reminds me of Austin Powers and The Doors

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  5. They played well at woddy in '69. Another good vid to look at is Joe Crocker at the same festival.

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  6. This is an awesome song. Youve got it going through my head now.

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  7. Great song Good pics - help get 300 followers supporting me in 30 hours. don't forget supporting me. It is 6,05am Sydney time and counting

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  8. The song doesn't send a chill down my spine, but it definitely legendary classic.

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  9. When white rabbit peaks, man.. I want you to take that fucking radio, man...

    ...take that radio, and throw it in the fucking tub, man...

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  10. ^^ haha superhero that's my favorite movie

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  11. YOU BETTER HOPE THERE SOME THORAZINE IN THAT BAG OR YOU IN A BAD FUCKING WAY MAN

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  12. LSD shall putcha out-of-touch, really outta touch, so much so you cannot see WTFs coming, both in the physical world and in the spiritual. And withis lifetime finite, you might be lost forever in the Abyss o'Misery, dear. STOP, please; if you're hooked, git help. I dont wanna lose you, too. Maybe this shall help you pull-out of it. Join me, follow us, wiseabove...

    What's your address in Heaven, dear? Dunno? Mine's 111 Rock-Solid-Ave, Milky Weight, Seventh-Heaven. My sub/dude, neon mansion? Mama mia. A grandiose, exquisitely detailed, 3-acre-stuccoish home in a cul-de-sac with mountain-bike-trails we may conform with our thots. Why limit Almighty God? Why not fire-ALL-cylinders in one-fell-swoop? My intimacy with women Upstairs? Subtle, stupendous, fire-engine-zeal: skiing, surfin, sailing, snorklin, smmmokin, savvy, sassy space travel -to- scarlet symmetry! elegant ostentation! potent intoxication! technecolor satire to snuggle and serve: slow, soft, supersonic Sunday School which is an eXcellent, eXcessive eXaggeration of our lives woven together that's push-button, point-blank improv; a plethora of high-degree, Newtonian-laws-of-major league, victory laps where one force of kick-ass, party-hardy, white-water-rawness equals every, single, evening with wild knights, phorNphood, avatars, tender faeries, cereal killers and symbiotic, front-row-seats (subject to unofficial rules). Yes, of course! Baby making is most certaintly an option! ...yet, I gotta wanna see how She feels sharing me. My many planets? Gorgeous girls? Gott'm. Gotta lotta'm. Gotta gobba IQ, too, withe K2 orchestra only accessable to those with adolescent behavior: TOTALLY YOURS!!! How??? Gotta accept Jesus, missy!! Gotta. Wanna. Or you're sooo out-of-order, toots. Therefore, let's accelerate to the Maximum POW!er; let U.S. 'populate' the universe with I2I loyalty to the Bright Son. Wanna join me in God's wild Kingdome?? Chop, chop, dear. Time's running-out for us in this wee, existence finite PS: Time, as an entity, is also mortal: while thar aint no time in Seventh-Heaven, dollface... yet, puh-lenty of time to love due to the superior-supply-of-summer...

    ...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: sweltering, cramped and Fugly rotten; Pokemon sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw; nasty darkness, eternal starvation, Satan lies like a Persian rug; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for eternity, no purchase necessary. How purrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW. Make Your Choice -SAW.

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