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DeteriorataGary Crawford said:There used to a song that Dr. Demento used to play on his show(long time ago) called "You are a fluke of the universe...". Does anyone remember it?
There is a John Lennon spoof on that same album called, "Genious is Pain". I love that... " If I could be a fisherman I would, but I can't; because, I'm a ****ing genious."Goldendragon7 said:Deteriorata
(National Lampoon)
You are a fluke of the Universe. You have no right to be here. Deteriorata! Deteriorata!
Go placidly amid the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece there of.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself, and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted, that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance.
You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate.
Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you; that lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls will scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth; birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sand of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks.
For a good time call 606-4311.
Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your God, whatever you conceive him to be-hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate.
Give up.
You are a fluke of the Universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing at your back.
Detriorata!
Deteriorata!
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:wink2: :wink1:Gary Crawford said:Goldendragon7,Thank you for posting the lyrics!I had a vage thought of it,haven't actualy heard it in twenty or so years.It just fits so well here.
I can really hear James Earl Jones or maybe Lorn (sp) Green doing the voice for this one.michaeledward said: