Sublime to … I don’t know quite how to characterize this one
After yesterday’s Woody fest, I really shouldn’t do this, but outsourced entirely to someone with whom I dare not enter into a weirdness duel, check out Tintin’s malicious cruelty in the dissemination of perhaps the most grotesque ever attempt at pop profundity.
I know that’s going a bit, but still…consider the lyric that Tintin had the evil pleasure of highlighting:
What for are we losing?
Only Mr God knows why
But his phone today is out of range
I listened carefully, and yes she does utter those words — but my personal highlight comes with the singing washerwomen (not to mention the prancing accordianist, which practice is, I believe, governed by the Geneva Convention.)
Enjoy at your own risk.