Finally after 8 weeks of waiting.
8 Drivers each side. Crazy. Most advanced earphone right now. But who cares about that? More important is, how it sounds.
Compared to the 6 driver JH13, the 16s have more lowend bass. 4 of the drivers are bass drivers. Cost me $2067. Over 21times the cost of the Sansa Clip+ I plug it into..
Artwork taken from Bleach. It turned out quite nice!
Free waterproof case and small pouch. The case is damn hard to open and close ~_~
First page of the “manual”… target customers are mostly musicians.
He had what you might call a trivial occupation
He cleaned the platforms of the local railway station
With no romance in his life
Sometimes he wished he had a wife
He read the matrimonial advertising pages
The cries for help from different people, different ages
But they had nothing to say
At least not until the day
When something special he read
This is what it said:
If you dream of the girl for you
Then call us and get two for the price of one
We’re the answer if you feel blue
So call us and get two for the price of one
If you dream of the girl for you
(If you are dreaming of someone who might be right for you)
Then call us and get two for the price of one
(Why don’t you call us and you’ll get two for the price of one)
We’re the answer if you feel blue
(We may be the answers to your problem, a chance with we two)
So call us and get two for the price of one
(Why don’t you call us and you’ll get two for the price of one)
He called the number and a voice said, “Alice Whiting”
The voice was husky and it sounded quite exciting
He was amazed at his luck
The purest streak of gold he’d struck
He said, “I read your ad, it sounded rather thrilling
I think a meeting could be mutually fulfilling
Why don’t we meet for a chat
The three of us in my flat
I can’t forget what I read”
This is what it said:
If you dream of the girl for you
Then call us and get two for the price of one
We’re the answer if you feel blue
So call us and get two for the price of one
If you dream of the girl for you
(If you are dreaming of someone who might be right for you)
Then call us and get two for the price of one
(Why don’t you call us and you’ll get two for the price of one)
We’re the answer if you feel blue
(We may be the answers to your problem, a chance with we two)
So call us and get two
(Why don’t you call us and you’ll get two)
For the price of one…
She said, “I’m sure we must be perfect for each other
And if you doubt it you’ll be certain when you meet my mother”
Outfield was only 3 days 2 nights, but I napped a total of less than 8 hours the whole time. The night before outfield, only got to sleep from 12-4am.
My naps were mostly while sitting down, or when traveling in the tonner. The longest stretch I was awake for was from Wednesday 4am to Thursday 7am. *zombie*
Damn hard to give instructions to your 12man section, when they are all half asleep. Once I told them to follow me while I assign rooms (2nd deployment spot was urban) for them to be on the watch for enemies. A lot of them sat down while I was still showing the others where to stand. Have to repeatedly get them to follow me.. like a bunch of sleepy toddlers XD
This song puts into words some of the things I feel sometimes. Real Late Starter
“I woke up late today
Actually I do that everyday
Got no place to be seen
I’m not part of a scene
I’m a genius loser
Keeping counsel with my own opinion
President of the state that I’m in
Should I just stay in bed?
Should I live in my head?
Oh God, so many questions to ask”
A few songs from fallout 3′s radio.. really really old stuff.. hard to find music like this, such a pity!
Way Back Home
The roads are the dustiest
The winds are the gustiest
The gates are the rustiest
The pies are the crustiest
The songs the lustiest
The friends the trustiest, way back home (back home)
The trees are the sapiest
The days are the nappiest
The dogs are the yappiest
The kids are the scrappiest
The jokes the snappiest
The folks the happiest, way back home
Don’t know why I left the home still
I really must confess..
I’m a weary exile, singing my song of loneliness
The grass is the springiest
The bees are the stingiest
The birds are the wingiest
The bells are the ringiest
The hearts the singiest
The arms the clingiest, way back home
What about the sun? The sun’s the blaziest
And the fields? The fields the daziest
And the cows? The cows the graziest
And the help? The help’s the laziest
The boys? Are the wittiest
The girls? Are the prettiest, way back home
The pigs are the snootiest
The owls the hootiest
The plants the frutiest
The stars the shootiest
The grins the funniest
The smiles the sunniest, way back home
Don’t know why I left the home still
I really must confess..
I’m a weary exile, singing my song of loneliness
The food is the spreadiest
The wine is the headiest
The pals are the readiest
The gals the steadiest
The love the liveliest
The life the loveliest, way back, way back, way back home
No place like home sweet home
Another
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
The Andrews Sisters with Danny Kaye
- written by Bob Hilliard and Carl Sigman
- as recorded September 27, 1947 in Los Angeles by The Andrews Sisters
with Danny Kaye and Vic Schoen & His Orchestra.
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign
He tells the native population that civilization is fine
And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree
That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear
That no matter how they coax him, I’ll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary’s wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)
I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?)
At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)
Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he’s so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don’t want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I’ll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train
And though it’s smokey and it’s crowded, they’re too civilized to complain
When they’ve got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)
They swim and they fish, but that’s what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, I’m so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go
Don’t want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I’ll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I’ll stay where I “ahm”
Civilization, I’ll stay right here!
Butcher Pete
Hey everybody, did the news get around
About a guy named Butcher Pete
Oh, Pete just flew into this town
And he’s choppin’ up all the women’s meat
[Chorus]
He’s hackin’ and wackin’ and smackin’
He’s hackin’ and wackin’ and smackin’
He’s hackin’ and wackin’ and smackin’
He just hacks, wacks, choppin’ that meat
Butcher Pete’s got a long sharp knife
He starts choppin’ and don’t know when to stop
All you fellows gotta watch your wifes
‘Cause Pete don’t care who’s meat he chops
Ever since Peter flew into town
He’s been havin’ a ball
Just cuttin’ and choppin’ for miles around
Single women, married women, old maids and all
Wakes up in the morning, half past five
Chops from sunrise to sunset
I don’t see how he stays alive
Meat’s gonna be the death of ole Pete, yeah
The police put Pete in jail
Yes, he finally met his faith
But when they came to pay his bail
They found him choppin’ up his cell mate
That Butcher Pete is a crazy man
Tries to chop down the wind and the rain
Just hacks on anything he can get
Say, turn this record over, you ain’t heard nothing yet
Their earlier songs are all made on a gameboy sized portable MIDI sequencer, how cool is that? Most of their songs feature a female lead singer, but there are some with male voice.
wiki:
The band is named after the frozen snack. The members describe their music as “sweet and cold and fruity and plastic-y”, much like the snack.
Plastic stars
You say there’s no place you’d rather be, when you’re lying next to me
I say there’s no-one I’d rather see, when you’re lying next to me
You say that you never want to go, when you’re lying next to me
I say that I want to take it slow, when you’re lying next to me
Plastic stars in our private galaxy
Synthpop stars, come and play a show for me
You say you are totally complete, when you’re lying next to me
I say even your tears will taste sweet, when you’re lying next to me
You say a better place cannot be found, when you’re lying next to me
I say let’s make my bed a playground, when you’re lying next to me
Plastic stars in our private galaxy
Synthpop stars, come and play a song for me
You say that you never want to go, when you’re lying next to me
I say that I want to take it slow, when you’re lying next to me
You say a better place cannot be found, when you’re lying next to me
I say let’s make my bed a playground, when you’re lying next to me
When you’re lying next to me
When you’re lying next to me
If you reached this low, here’s more.
Tenisu No Boifurendo (Tennis boyfriend) In japanese o.O
