Author: theneversaga
the year is 1888
me, the first palaeontologist to dig up a triceratops skull, whispering softly: what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckkkk
There once was a singer of old,
Who then broke away from the fold,
He won’t give you up,
He won’t let you down,
In a word you have been limerick-rolled.
The song that kind of made the album feel like it was starting to actually be an album over a group of songs was ‘Sign of the Times.’ I finished lunch early and went and sat at the piano for like five minutes. It was the quickest songwriting on the album. I think we’d finished it in, minus the choir, about three hours. It became like a bridge into trying a bunch of different stuff.
person doing a tedtalk: live the life you want to live.
me: you know what? they’re right.
me in the mcdonalds drive thru: i want a Cheese Burger. And make it a meal. i’m not kidding



















