San Francisco’s calling us, the Giants and Mets will play Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay? We hung about the stadium, we’ve got no place to stay We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell About the saddest book you ever read, it always makes you cry The statue’s crying too and well he may
The Willie Mays pun has always been my favorite part of this perfect song.
That fucking drop is so good. It’s like some strange fusion of dubstep and chiptunes, and not the shit kind of dubstep that’s just shit noise. This shit has structure, makes sense. Actually sounds good. Well, it does to me at least. I wish more stuff like this existed, or that more people liked it.
woah shit this is awesome
possibly years after i liked it, i finally combed through my likes for this post, downloaded its song, and reblogged it
I AM LITERALLY SCRAPING THE BOTTOM OF MY ONLINE BARREL GUYS
She closed the door with the intention of not looking back But missed her step because she didn’t have a steady track She can’t be bothered by the mistakes she’s made But she’s forgetting that’s what guides you to the rightful path