16.4.07

Collaboration experiment

I'd like for all eatfoss readers to create a song. Each of you should write a verse in the comments, following the following format. You follow? Each digit here represents the number of syllables you should use...

3, 3, 5
12
13
14

Like so:

I'm awesome, I'm awesome, I'm awesomely rad
Step up motherfuckers if y'all think you is bad
I'm half a sec away from filling your head with holes
And I'm so FRIKKIN cool they call me Absolute Zero

The complete song might be recorded by The Daves, with The Daves on vocals and The Daves on guitar. Unless Captain C*smic wants to join in, of course.

7 comments:

Jeffer McJeff of the clan McJeff said...

spotted dog, striped cat, polka dot possum
really need to defrost my refridgerator
my corduroy trousers are flying around the room
someone please shoot me now, I cannot stand the pain anymore.

Anonymous said...

Sellotape, Sellotape, Dispensorey thing.
You failed to cut my sticky backed plastic.
That's the last time you're ever going to do that.
Die bastard die die, melt and explode is this too drastic?

Jeffer McJeff of the clan McJeff said...

Milk soaked shit, without wit, worthless waste of time.
Just one more piece in the cereal bowl of life.
The milk has gone sour and is starting to curdle.
No breakfast for me today mommy, why don't you fuck off!

Foss said...

Jiz her face, Jiz her face, Jiz it hard and long
Where the fuck did you get to, simpleton Brother?
Why do you drag people down into your sordid world?
and Why did Uncle Jimmy have to boil my pedigree?

Anonymous said...

I used to, think that I, had to be with you
But since I took up yoga I don't think I do
The alternative lifestyle proves that things can be sweet
When your head's where your legs go and your bum is on your feet

Love meep

Jeffer McJeff of the clan McJeff said...

elephant, elephant, my cock is bigger
i trip on it in the shower almost daily
it blocks out the sun and causes mass hysteria
but your mouth is so fucking big that you could suck on it.

Audun said...

naked man, naked man, you're sex on a can.
Your package is like a lazer-stegosaurus.
Your belly is big and supercool like a walrus.
oh naked man, I want to choke you with my cellofan.


I'm terrible at syllables, but I think that was about right.

(might have something to do with my dialect's tradition of making as few syllables as possible out of any sentence