This crossroad lies before us now, and the world watches our every move. While we choose which way to go, we still have so much left to lose.
But there’s a change coming on, we gotta right these fucking wrongs. They can cover their ears, but we won’t stop screaming.
These obvious manipulations, predicated on the basis of morals. The unseen eyes, so careless in their calculations, forever washing the blood from their hands with an appetite insatiable.
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Game Time: 8:30PM Central
TV/Radio: CSN, NBCSN, CBC (Anglo), RDS2 (Franco), WGN-AM 720
File Under: Easy Listening: Hockey Wilderness
In the two days since the Hawks came out flat, taking far longer to dispatch the Wild than many were expecting or would have liked, the Blues and Penguins have already won the Stanley Cup a couple of times over, so tonight’s Game 2 between the Hawks and Wild is more than likely an exercise in futility. But in spite of all of that, the two teams are going to play anyway.
For about ten minutes in the mid-90s (an entirely different era than the early 90s), BritPop made its way stateside. Oasis’ Gallagher brothers were busy drunkenly beating the piss out of each other literally and verbally, and Damon Albarn and Graham Coxon of Blur became the unwitting writers of the biggest hockey arena anthem ever, despite the rest of their catalog sounding nothing like “Song 2” (which was a piss-take on the Pixies’ “Tame” anyway). But under the radar, Jarvis Cocker’s Pulp was releasing consistently fantastic albums.
If we’ve proven nothing else in now the fifth season of doing this idiotic bit, it’s that we clearly have a thing for obscure yet omnipresent character actors. And in the comedic realm, there really is no finer bit player than Chicagoan Gary Cole.
Yes, it’s only been one game. But it’s started already . And if the Hawks make a long run out of this spring (and summer, hopefully), then this is going to get ceaselessly tiresome. It already has in some respects. And that’s the “flat” storyline.
All that matters is the bass and the movement.
Step, step, step, step, step, step off, you know you gotta get lost because you know you’re soft.
You should have stuck with the original plan: to be a little man. Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan.
