beat.co.nz

An extremely good blog, about the future of newspapers, web-tech developments and more…
visit here.

Mr Mutter a newsosaur also provides good insight.
Do these discussions happen in NZ
?

This is kind of like when I first got the old CK500 when I was a lad…
My first listener said it sounded like a kid did it, so that’s probably about right.

That CK was so cool – double tape decks so you could add one track to another and then build up another track. Built in drums and AM FM radio, and stereo… whahwaha

So that’s the name of this track. wahawaha.
And just for nostalgia’s sake, here’s a pic of a CK500

Like a bad William Shatner read, every word is its own sentence.
That presumes of course that there is a good William Shatner read…
Nonetheless. Must. Post. More. Often.

So here is Beck, yes the original Loser, so why don’t you kill me…
Lord only knows
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

You only got one finger left
And it’s pointing at the door
And you’re taking for granted
What the Lord’s made on the floor

So I’m picking up the pieces
And I’m putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail
‘Cause Lord only knows it’s getting late
Your senses are gone so don’t you hesitate
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You will do whatever you please and I’ll do whatever I can
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don’t call us when the new age gets old enough to drink
‘Cause Lord only knows it’s getting late
Your senses are gone so don’t you hesitate
Move on up the hill there’s nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay
Just passing through

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy

Going back to Houston
Do the hot dog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants…..