Best! Rube-Goldberg Machine! Ever!
It’s even better than the Honda – Cog commercial IMHO… Truly awesome. And not a bad song, either! 
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The sanest days are mad
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Then you’ll see the price
Very closely
Some men here
They have a special interest
In your career
They wanna help you to grow
And then syphon all your dough
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Then you’ll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
You’ll never believe me, so
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Sick down to my heart
That’s just the way it goes
Some men here
They know the full extent of
Your distress
They kneel and pray
And they say:
“Long may it last”
Why don’t you find out for yourself?
Then you’ll see the glass
Hidden in the grass
Bad seeds come and go
For which you must allow
Sick down to my heart
That’s just the way it goes
Don’t rake up my mistakes
I know exactly what they are
And what do YOU do?
Well you just SIT THERE
I’ve been stabbed in the back
So many many times
I don’t have any skin
But that’s just the way it goes.
Comments rss TrackbackLittle Big Planet was the first game I got on the PS3 (thanks to the darling wife) and it’s one of the best out there – some of the music in the soundtrack is just super-catchy, and I woke up singing this to myself today so thought I’d post it up so others can get hooked, too 
– I never knew that Spanish could be such a beautiful sounding language…
| Si hiciera una lista de mis errores, | If I did a list of my errors, |
| De los menores hasta los peores, | From the minor to the worst ones, |
| Que expusiera todas las heridas, | That would expose all the wounds, |
| Los fracasos, desamores y las mentiras, | The failures, the indifference and the lies, |
| Ofreceré el aroma del ámbar, | I will offer the scent of amber, |
| Ofreceré el cedro y mis lagrimas,, | I will offer the cedar and my tears, |
| Con la paciencia del mar esperaré | I will wait with the patience of the sea, |
| Toda una vida a que sane la confianza. | All my life so that the trust will be recovered. |
| Si volviera a comenzar, | If I began again, |
| No tendría tiempo de reparar. | I wouldn’t have time to make amends. |
| Si hiciera un viaje a mis adentros, | If I made a journey in my insides, |
| Y sobreviviera a los lamentos, | And (if) I survived the regrets, |
| Pediría fuerzas para decir cuanto lo siento, | I would ask for the strength to say when I’m sorry, |
| Si volviera en un viaje a mis adentros. | If I returned to a journey in my insides. |
| Si volviera a comenzar, | If I began again, |
| No tendría tiempo de reparar, | I wouldn’t have time to make amends, |
| El agua derramada está, | The water is spilt, |
| La sed que siento no saciará. | The thirst I am feeling won’t be satisfied. |
| Cuantas cosas más puedo guardar?, | How many more things can I guard (keep)?, |
| Cuantas cosas puedo atesorar?, | How many things can I hoard?, |
| Dulce tentación de dejarlo todo. | Sweet temptation to abandon everything. |
| Cuanto espacio más quiero ocupar?, | How much time do I want to occupy?, |
| Cuantas cosas me puedo llevar?, | How many things can I carry?, |
| Dulce tentación…. | Sweet temptation… |
| De dejarlo todo. | To abandon everything. |
| Dulce tentación…. | Sweet temptation… |
| Regalarlo todo | To give everything away. |
| Si volviera a comenzar, | If I began again, |
| No tendría tiempo de reparar, | I wouldn’t have time to make amends. |
| El agua derramada está, | The water is spilt, |
| La sed que siento no saciará, | The thirst I am feeling won’t be satisfied, |
| El agua derramada está, | The water is spilt, |
| La sed que siento no saciará. | The thirst i am feeling won’t be satisfied. |
Sing it with me…. Kwan-tess Coss-as Meh Pwair-doh Jehh-vah…. (what I hear when they sing “Cuantas cosas me puedo llevar” [5:17]) Hehehehe…
Many Thanks: Media Molecule for doing such a good job on the game, Cafe Tacuba for the lovely song, Marifen for his/her lyrics translation and sparrow79 for putting together the video!
Comments rss TrackbackI’ve woken up thinking of this song almost every day for the past two weeks. It’s the purty, it really is… I still don’t know what a contra is though; and I don’t think they mean a member of the guerrilla force that opposed a left-wing government in Nicaragua. Maybe they just mean contradiction, or contradictory.
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I had a feeling once that you and I
Could tell each other everything for two months
But even without hope, with truth on our side
When you turn away from me, it’s not right
I think you’re a Contra
I think you’re a Contra
I think you’re a Contra
I think you’re a Contra
My revolution thoughts, you little lies of desire
I wanna trace ‘em to the source and the wire
But it’s not useful now since we both made up our minds
You gonna watch out for yourself so will I
I think you’re Contra
I think that you lie
Don’t call me Contra
‘Til you’ve tried
You wanted good schools and friends with pools
You’re not a Contra
You wanted rock ‘n’ roll, complete control
Well, I don’t know
Never pick sides, never choose between two
But I just wanted you, I just wanted you
Said never pick sides, never choose between two
But I just wanted you, I just wanted you
I think you’re Contra
I think that you lie
Don’t call me Contra
‘Til you’ve tried.
Comments rss TrackbackMajor Spoiler Alert: If you’ve never seen Aliens, and plan to at some point, do not watch this! Otherwise, go nuts!
That’s pretty awesome… And there are Terminator, Robocop and Predator raps, too.
Ripley goes mental & who can blame her
She shoots everything in sight destroying the egg chamber
After wasting all her ammo, which would be handy later
She escapes with Newt to the nearest elavator
Lolz!
Credits: Created by The Farcical 3, clued in by the mighty BoingBoing.
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