When, at the end of your life some 50 or maybe 30 or maybe 20 years from now, as the jaws of death are bearing down--in a forest, on a freeway, in a meth lab, on an airplane, from atop a giant pastry, your head stuck in a huge pickle jar, your leg caught in a bear trap, your hand glued to the inside of a music teacher's thigh, maybe at dusk in the Arabian desert, maybe at dawn in the middle of the Arctic,
maybe at midday on a hot back alley with some guy named "Guido Sanduchee" who you bet too much on the capybara races with, maybe even in the middle of a pig sty you didn't realize was too long to cross without succumbing to the methane, but probably in Jersey in an outhouse...you think back about all of the time you wasted, and the 2:18 you spent on watching the Shriek trailer, the 10 seconds it took to get there in the first place,
the 5 seconds it took to make your insightful comment from the perspective of a group mind (apparently), I want you to think of me, and all the time I spent on those 2 minutes and 18 seconds, and how much money and how I'd have to live to about 150 to make it all even...and then, as the darkness comes, finally, in whatever your particular situation turns out to be--I will not hazard a guess--I want you to know that, according to Seneca, you wasted your own damn time.
The speakers are Steve Kilbey (louder man) and Tim Powles, both are members of The Church, a great rock band from Australia.
sirenbrian 9 months ago
sevenputput has obviously not read the book.
roont 2 years ago
The Church score seems up to the their usual standard of excellence, does anybody know if/where it is available?
albengals 3 years ago
Dear Sevenputput:
When, at the end of your life some 50 or maybe 30 or maybe 20 years from now, as the jaws of death are bearing down--in a forest, on a freeway, in a meth lab, on an airplane, from atop a giant pastry, your head stuck in a huge pickle jar, your leg caught in a bear trap, your hand glued to the inside of a music teacher's thigh, maybe at dusk in the Arabian desert, maybe at dawn in the middle of the Arctic,
jeffvan 3 years ago
maybe at midday on a hot back alley with some guy named "Guido Sanduchee" who you bet too much on the capybara races with, maybe even in the middle of a pig sty you didn't realize was too long to cross without succumbing to the methane, but probably in Jersey in an outhouse...you think back about all of the time you wasted, and the 2:18 you spent on watching the Shriek trailer, the 10 seconds it took to get there in the first place,
jeffvan 3 years ago 2
the 5 seconds it took to make your insightful comment from the perspective of a group mind (apparently), I want you to think of me, and all the time I spent on those 2 minutes and 18 seconds, and how much money and how I'd have to live to about 150 to make it all even...and then, as the darkness comes, finally, in whatever your particular situation turns out to be--I will not hazard a guess--I want you to know that, according to Seneca, you wasted your own damn time.
Sincerely,
Evil Monkey
jeffvan 3 years ago
you wasted our time.
Sevenputput 3 years ago
Aural = Silence
no2GMOs 4 years ago
Where did this come from...?
jamosmcdee 5 years ago
can you tell me about???
monyrotten41 5 years ago