That is the singly most bizarre thing I've seen in a while. I kept waiting for something funny/unexpected to happen, but it never did. I enjoyed the lengthy instrumental portions where the puppet just bopped to the music.
Well, at least you didn't ask.
Now I'm officially afraid to ask.
Official is good. Stick with official. And anyone else reading this freaking blog would be well advised to follow the don't ask rule.
I am speechless, so cannot ask! ;0
Frightening memories of hearing this piece on the radio in the late forties. I remember thinking, "Really? Really? Today's the day??? Who can I get to go with me?" For me it wasn't a song, it was a public service announcement. A kind of furry, War of the Worlds, for my four year old mind.Now it's only a wierd minor key melody sung by a fellow who sounds like a surpressed child molester. "Don't worry, Jonny, I'll take you to that woods."I won't ask either, I have enough strange images in my head, already.
Jon, this song still creeps me out. Black and white woods, surreal impressionistic cutouts. Shadows creeping along, indistinct yet perfectly bestial. And guess who the things are having for the main course at their picnic?
Ok, I'm asking. :)
LOL. And still waiting... :)Is it really that bad? Did you lose a bet with Mrs. Stew?Ok, if it's THAT bad, I'll try to spare you the pain. But really, it's unfair to tease us that way. May zombie hordes rise up and sling bits of skin at you. :)
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