Debaser....

Ok. Go and download Debaser by The Pixies. Go. Now. Run.

I love The Pixies. They are my gods. In their old way.

But, particulary, I love the song Debaser.

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Basically, its a lot of the main guy singing "Debaser!" over and over again. I can't get it out of my head. It's like a Kylie Minogue song, but not shit. I detest Kylie Minogue. She's so Australian and annoying. Go back to Neighbours, ya tit! Hmm, Neighbours... I wonder what's happening down on the street now, eh? I hope it involves lesbians. It had BETTER involve lesbians. There has been a lesbian subplot going on for a while now, and so far, no sex scenes. I'm a reasonable guy, BUT I DEMAND SEX SCENES. Anyway, back to the

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discussion at hand. Debaser is a good song. I started singing it today, while cycling to rowing, out of the blue. Well, not singing. More like screaming. The word. Debaser. At the top of my lungs! I rather freaked out an old lady who I happened to be passing. As it turns out, there are actually

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more lyrics to the song, but I can't figure out what the hell they are. Makes no sense. I have just had it on loop while revising. God bless you, BBC Bitesize. Anyway, I have listened to this song now, solidly, 21 times. The song is 2:52 long. You do the maths. Actually, I'll do the Maths. Actually, no I wont, I've lost my calculator. Wait, aren't I going to need that

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tomorrow? Ah, screw it. I'm still hoping for that heart attack. So anyway, boaty training today, and I am even more convinced that James Miles Lambert = lazy tosspot. We did the worlds most boring ergo, which I spent most of the time thinking of two things:

1: Things that irritated me. I was going to type it up for this blog, but the resulting list would have taken far too long to write and would probably have crashed the site.

2: DEBASER!

I have a thing in my head which I call the "Boaty Jukebox". Cool, eh? It's basically the way that my mind picks out the world's most random songs to repeat over and over again while I am rowing. These aren't songs I was just listening to. They aren't usually that popular. For example

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last Saturday I spent a good hour singing "Football's coming home,". Why? Don't ask me. I'm not a genius. I love the boaty jukebox. It's permanently, in the words of Simon Pegg, "On random." By the way, Shaun of the Dead = genius film. It has zombies. Its funny. No boobs, but you can't have

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everything. There may be wondering about why the word debaser is sprinkled so liberally around

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this post. I am just trying to give an example of what dinner was this night. Basically, I yelled the word DEBASER! every two minutes. Shall I do that in the History exam tomorrow? That would REALLY tick off the teachers. I might get dragged out, yelling my message to the world: DEBASER! Its the way of the future.

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Man, I'm screwed for the exams. I really am. I don't even have a pen, I had to borrow one off my sister. At least it's not pink. Although, on the other hand, that WOULD be fun. Our teacher, the spiffing Mr

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Frazer told us that it would be a good idea to do at least 3 hours of revision a day. I reckon that I have probably done that much in total. Boy, what a non-working rebel I am. *Cries*

Ah, nuts to

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this.

Today's debasin' weapon of Zombie debasing... a guitar. And tights. (thanks Fattie)