OK, here we go, my soggy mopesters. In it to win it this time, so do your wurst! +10 oblivion points to anyone who correctly guesses th' inspiration for this one.
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My feet are tired and my hands are sticky Don't think I'll ever make it home The name of forgiveness freezes in my throat So many nights with just the stars as my coat
Am I gone?
A wretched close to this benighted year I don't think I can do any more The soreness crawls like a spider up my back The remorse won't stop gnawing; don't think I'm intact
Am I gone?
Maybe they asked a favor And maybe I said "OK" And maybe now I'm feeling I'm in a place with no escape
This has been such a tough year This has been such a tough year [maybe you can't take any more] This has been such a tough year This has been such a tough year [you just can't take any more] This has been such a tough year [you just can't take any more] This has been such a tough year [you just can't take any more] This has been such a tough year I just can't take any more This has been such a tough year I just can't take any more This has been such a tough year I JUST CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE This has been such a tough year I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT
Here's an interesting article in Stereogum's "Haunting the Chapel" series, featuring ex-black metal bugaboo Varg Vikernes AKA Burzum.
The interviewer, in his introduction, tackles the question of whether it's OK to appreciate art made by those whose views one finds to be reprehensible.
How do you deal with this? Do you avoid TS Eliot, Wagner, Disney because they were Nazi swine?
Here's the interview. Latewirers chime in below with your cro-mag degenerate drool, please.
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