"Its nice to see you again.
I love what you've done with your hair,
how it falls on your cheeks."
Oh, William Beckett. I am laughing so hard. Not with you, but at you.
Yes, I am listening to Remember Maine (aka Bill E. Beckett's solo project) for the first time. I can't even. There are too many lyrics I want to quote and make fun of! And dramatic pauses! And really terrible whiny voice! And random British accent! And the "yeah-woah-woah"s!
This just made my day about 100 times better. And it was a pretty damn awesome day before that (which included meeting a silly-feathered Mikeyway duck with
pressdbtwnpages &
murgatrude).
Beckett, you are ridiculous and I love you.
He is currently singing about ripping out his eyes. I have to stop now, or I'm going to quote everything.
SO MUCH HILARITY. CAPSLOCK CANNOT CONVEY MY GLEE AND HORROR.
ETA: "Troubled picket fences always hurt the worst." !!!!!!!!!!!
Also, the last lines of the album:
"This is my blood you see on your walls.
These are my lungs that scream for it all.
This is my heart that solemnly dies.
This is my love I gave,
Good-bye.
Outstretched hands searching for fingertips to save me again."
THE RECORD ENDS IN HIS OWN DEATH, OMG.
Also, also: "His last name is Van. space. Vleet."