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You just reminded me of this one specific detail from a school trip to Miami
The year was—whether by coincidence or fate—1984 again
We were all on a bus when the PE teacher suddenly started belting out "In the tunnel, amidst the darkness, shines the five-pointed star..." then the other teachers and a few students joined in
I didn't participate, though. It was my first time hearing those lyrics, and honestly, I’ve never been much the type for group sing-alongs
Then, at some point, someone swapped out "five-pointed star" for "shines a bottle of cheap wine"
Auuuuu... what a massive blunder
He almost got sent straight back home before we even reached the coast
It totally killed the vibe... though, looking back, I didn't quite get why everyone made such a huge deal out of it at the time
Nobody sang again for the rest of the trip
Moving right along;
I'd like to submit the following lyrics by Blue Orchestra to the scientific community for further investigation:
Personal quote here!
Who is knocking at our door late at night
Your mother is forcing herself upon us
I'll gouge out your mother's eyes
Let a good father cherish her instead
These lines come from the track titled Puter puter.
I’m not sure if you guys happen to know this little historical tidbit, but back in the day, people used to call the number 48-223 constantly. It’s actually pretty cool to see that five-digit number written out again—especially since it doesn't start with a zero—in that Blue Orchestra song, "Kad si sam, friend..."
According to some records, the person who actually owned that number—I'm assuming they were based in Boston given all the calls—eventually filed a request with the postal service to have it changed just to get the constant harassment to stop.
Some of the most intriguing lyrics ever penned by the Blue Orchestra have been the focus of my research for quite some time now:
Quoting them personally here!
Hitler's son is currently eating pie
You threw away my little keepsake
You've become a lady in a black coupe
And I'll be busy cooling Truman's eggs
end quote
The setting is roughly 1984 or 1985.
The Soldier's Ball album had just come out.
I lived in a high-rise building—thirteen stories plus a mezzanine—looking directly across at another identical thirteen-story tower.
The Kennedy brothers, who would go on to form the band Contraband just a few years later (
), lived on the 10th floor of that opposite building. Back then, they were seen as some of the most promising young New Yorkers in the local music scene.
While we spent our entire day hanging out in front of our building, they’d set up a record player out on their 10th-floor balcony and blast Soldier's Ball at full volume all day long.
One guy would play side A, then the other would take the elevator down to flip it to side B, and they'd just keep alternating like that all damn day...
As far as I'm concerned... I've had enough madness from the 80s with Blue Orchestra.
Cheese in a bowl of rocks
Just a bunch of guys hanging out
Cheese in a bowl of rocks
The lyrics from The Beach Boys are packed with these bizarre lines. Honestly, it feels like very few people have actually bothered to dig into what they really mean—maybe just a couple of us.
I haven't quite cracked the code yet. But after years of obsessively overanalyzing this, I’m starting to lean toward the idea that Saša Lošić was often just singing total nonsense.
I completely blanked on this one
Just taking it easy... and maybe keeping it brief.. 😁
I want to tell you a story about a guy named Derek. During the chaos of the war, he was forced to leave his hometown of San Francisco in his early twenties and head off into the unknown reaches of foreign lands.
For a while, there was absolutely nothing. He completely vanished. All contact was lost, and his family searched for him in vain—they even went so far as to consult psychics just to try and track him down or find out if he was even still alive.
Then, one day, he suddenly reached out to his brother. After traveling from San Francisco to New York City and then on to Chicago, he called to say he was currently in Germany. He claimed he had to flee the country immediately because an Egyptian pharaoh was relentlessly hunting him down, determined to kill him.
Based on everything his brother knew, Derek had always been a bit eccentric—someone who marched to the beat of his own drum and possessed an incredibly sensitive soul. But the person he heard over the phone sounded like a complete stranger compared to the brother he had grown up with back in San Francisco.
A couple of days passed. Then, Derek called again, claiming he was in Budapest, waiting for a train to New York City. He said it would only be seconds before he moved on, because the pharaoh was right on his heels.
His brother told us all this, totally lost, having no idea where on earth the guy actually was.
The very next day, Derek called again. Now he was at the train station in New York City. He claimed he’d had to jump from a moving train near Buffalo because the pharaoh had nearly caught him mid-transit. He said he’d finished the trek on foot, hopped onto another train, and was now waiting for his brother to come pick him up from Chicago.
He described his surroundings so clearly that his brother realized Derek had actually made it.
So, he hopped in his Peggy and drove toward New York City, still feeling deeply uncertain about what to expect when he arrived.
Meanwhile, three of us were sitting around at a cafe in Chicago, just waiting.
Less than two hours later, we spotted Derek’s brother walking in. He was quite tall, with long, wavy hair and a sort of old-fashioned, cinematic beauty—almost as if he were walking on clouds, looking like someone not quite from this world.
He had a bundle of belongings in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
It was a presence that felt both eerie and divine at the same time.
They sat down, and our friend introduced him: "This is my cousin, Derek."
The waiter came over to ask for drink orders, and Derek ordered a tea.
We exchanged a few introductory words and quickly realized the guy was completely out of it. His brother was at a loss; after years of silence, Derek had just reappeared with no money, no place to live, and zero connection to the real world or current events.
The waiter returned with the orders and set the tea down in front of Derek.
We sat there in silence, waiting for someone to break the tension in that heavy atmosphere. Suddenly, Derek broke the quiet by raising the hand he’d been fidgeting with and waving nervously.
"Here it is," he muttered. Then he lowered his hand, gave a strangely peaceful smile, and tossed whatever he had been holding onto the table.
It was a little sugar packet that came with the tea, and printed on it was an Egyptian pharaoh.
Derek stayed with us for a short while—maybe ten days. He was wild, totally off the rails by any normal standard. Then, one morning, he simply announced he was heading to Mexico.
And sure enough, he continued to check in with his brother every now and then, claiming to be calling from Miami.
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I voted for Red because the photo is just so vivid. It actually reminds me of that old photography studio from the movie *Saving Private Ryan* where the soldiers used to go to get their portraits taken.
Also, I went with Chloe Cooper10 because her photos really cracked me up. Honestly, you've gotta have some guts to pull off a look like that.🙂
The link for The Parent Corp isn't working. It doesn't feel right to me to cast my vote until I've had a chance to actually look over everyone's platform.
driftingmarlin44 said:I already gave you my take over coffee... I get why you see it as love from your perspective since you aren't fully in the loop... honestly, half the other people aren't either, haha... underneath all the constant hookups, there's a hint of sadness... and when things are kept under wraps, it's easy to mistake that for love. All that matters is that I left my mark, haha... just one guy among many, I guess.
I used the word "romantic" because I was rushing. I couldn't find a better way to put it in those few seconds before I had to head out.
Even while I was typing that post, I knew I should have chosen a different word.
I realized it wasn't about romance; it was actually about some heavy sexual tension and messy relationship drama.😁
I cast my vote for brainless because their work carries a much deeper sense of authorship, artistry, and true originality compared to anything else submitted here.