Some people say this man is kind of a stud.
A cross-dressed man who’s all blunder and thud.
Blunder and thud, overblown,
A brain so weak that it won’t last long.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
I was there one hour, it was soggy and damp.
I looked at my wristwatch and I walked to the camp.
I fumbled sixteen hours, a not-so-fine score,
And the madmen said, “Well, let’s have some s’mores.”
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
I was there one hour, but we weren’t in the grass.
Gropin’ and grabbin’ leaves stains on her ass.
I was moved to the forest by unnatural force.
Was it Mother Cypress? Well you’d think that, of course.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
If we go much closer, there’s a big downside.
A lotta teams missed it, a lot of them died.
Zombie fox hats, Cajun French that’s genteel,
If the bears don’t get us, then the Cypress will.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
I personally maintain that the issue with King Crimson is not that it doesn’t make sense, it’s that the explanation given for how it works doesn’t match up with what it’s shown doing.
At least she knows the signs. And yes, Anasigma is EVIL. Except that ‘gathered firewood’ and ‘set up camp’ bit. Who wants to KNOW ABOUT that? Maybe they
hit on the perfect way to the perfect camping trip. ‘Fugue until we get past the boring parts’….the motto needs sharpening BUT they’ve got a PRODUCT!
They could still have done it. I can’t imagine anything short of a nuclear blast mussing up Tip’s hair without his say-so, and whatever he uses might have protected her too.
And so it is answered.
Some people say this man is kind of a stud.
A cross-dressed man who’s all blunder and thud.
Blunder and thud, overblown,
A brain so weak that it won’t last long.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
I was there one hour, it was soggy and damp.
I looked at my wristwatch and I walked to the camp.
I fumbled sixteen hours, a not-so-fine score,
And the madmen said, “Well, let’s have some s’mores.”
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
I was there one hour, but we weren’t in the grass.
Gropin’ and grabbin’ leaves stains on her ass.
I was moved to the forest by unnatural force.
Was it Mother Cypress? Well you’d think that, of course.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
If we go much closer, there’s a big downside.
A lotta teams missed it, a lot of them died.
Zombie fox hats, Cajun French that’s genteel,
If the bears don’t get us, then the Cypress will.
You lose sixteen hours, and what do you get?
A few hours older and vaguest of threats.
Don’t any of you ask me, ‘cause I don’t know.
We’ve got a goal, but I don’t know the score.
—from “Sixteen Tons,” Merle Travis / Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Sacrilege! …but well done nonetheless. Well done indeed.
I concur !!
sacred cows make the best hamburger!
We are amused. (* golf clapping *)
Sacrilege, huh? Well, how ’bout:
Sixteen hours…of a mem’ry slice
But not so nice…is this sacrifice.
Those missing hours…that we have no clue.
For I was wishing…we had made out, too.
We’re missing sixteen.
No trace of in between.
It’s the ditziest, cruddiest world I’ve ever seen.
Sixteen hours…in our minds, no show.
Wherever, wherever…and I’ll never know.
—from “Sixteen Candles,” Luther Dixon and Allyson R. Khent / Johnny Maestro and the Crests.
Yeah, you can massacre that song to your heart’s content. 🙂
Hey, if it had been one more hour, I’d’ve had to parody “I Saw Her Standing There.”
Please consider yourself upvoted.
Very appropriate. And whew, for awhile I thought I was in that episode of the Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy.
So is this the Carbondale, Pa. in the Anthracite region, or one of the ones in the Bituminous area?
Would appear to be in the anthracite region, in Lackawanna County.
Thanks
King Crimson just works.
King crimson loop (16 hours).mp4
I personally maintain that the issue with King Crimson is not that it doesn’t make sense, it’s that the explanation given for how it works doesn’t match up with what it’s shown doing.
At least she knows the signs. And yes, Anasigma is EVIL. Except that ‘gathered firewood’ and ‘set up camp’ bit. Who wants to KNOW ABOUT that? Maybe they
hit on the perfect way to the perfect camping trip. ‘Fugue until we get past the boring parts’….the motto needs sharpening BUT they’ve got a PRODUCT!
I concur !!
Collective Scene-Skip?
… they’ve stumbled into the plot of Annihilation?
Oh, you beat me to it.
(but Not Fenimore beat us ALL to it two pages ago 😀 )
In this case I’m cool with being late to the party because yay people who have read/watched Annihilation. 😀
It was precisely my same thought, because I just re-read the book and rewatched the film within the last month. 😀
Jonah Yu is still connected somehow.
They could still have done it. I can’t imagine anything short of a nuclear blast mussing up Tip’s hair without his say-so, and whatever he uses might have protected her too.
Thought A: The group voluntarily surrendered their memories by eating amnesia s’mores.
Thought B: Perhaps Tip’s comm link to Annex 1 has left Sweetheart fully informed of the past 16 hours?