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http://i.imgur.com/wXAPB3mh.png OTTAWA—Saying it was only right to give back to those who had done so much for their country, Canadian prime minister Justin Trudeau unveiled a plan Thursday that would provide for the healthcare needs of the nation’s aging prog rockers. “Groups from Rush to Triumph to Harmonium are valued members of our society, and it’s our duty to ensure that they’re healthy enough to tour throughout their golden years,” said Trudeau at a press conference, explaining that a new bill slightly raising sales taxes would fully fund coverage for the increased expenses incurred by the nation’s elderly prog-rock vocalists, guitarists, and mellotron players. “While prog rockers represent over 5 percent of Canada’s GDP, they require an increasing amount of our healthcare funds, with The Guess Who and Voivod accounting for millions of dollars in annual medical spending alone. As band members get older and have trouble standing for the duration of 19-minute intros, remembering all the lyrics to their fantasy concept albums, or simply getting around a 40-piece drum kit, we owe it to them to do all we can.” Trudeau’s plan has reportedly spurred calls for similar legislation in Norway, where citizens will increasingly have to contend with significant healthcare expenditures for their large and rapidly aging black metal population.

So sorry hun, but I thought of you when I saw these. It is posted with love

He's a stinky long haired hippie who does nothing useful with his life. With that horrid hair, grandma glasses, dumbo ears, and huge schnozola it's ludicrous that anyone could imagine him as "hot". The boy needs a hair cut, some bass lessons ( that include refraining from humping his instrument), and a REAL job. Finally, I feel I can vent the truth here :D.

A couple years ago on TRF we had a thread going about how pretentious prog bands can be sometimes- it might have come up when DT wrote about the Persian empire I'm not sure- and anyhow I thought wouldn't it be funny if someone wrote a song about the life cycle of the cicada, complete with all the roman numerals and everything. Well, now someone has! If you're not familiar, a cicada's a large-ish insect that lays its eggs in the ground where they hatch and live there for a very long time (17 years I believe). Then they crawl up to the surface and molt their shells into their winged forms for a few weeks to mate and lay more eggs and die shortly thereafter, whereas the cycle begins again. I mean, what a subject for prog right? :D I'll put the lyrics below the "video", it's just a title card because honestly I don't know how you'd go about making a video about this sort of thing. I don't know jack shit about what time signatures this thing is and all that jazz and did my best with the drums but it didn't come out to bad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQPULqvMf6c&feature=youtu.be I. Into the sky Up in the sky Way up high Dodging the trees so we don't die Look at that spot It's good Man, I don't feel so good Landing to lay our eggs Now why can't we feel our legs?! II. Under the earth It's soft and warm and cozy Far below the ground It's where we're living- Darkness, safe and sound But now it's time! The egg just hatched! Squirming larval soup: "We eat and sleep and sleep and eat and poop!" III. Perchance to poop (instrumental) IV. To the Surface The years have passed This life half-assed It's almost time to rise Time to leave this soil most dispised We dig and dig, it takes forever Will we stop? NEVER!! The coldness grips our exoskeletons Our life now begins! V. The Courting of Bug Bitches It's lonely out here Where's all my friends? Climbing on fence posts? Splitting their skins? I feel strange, I'm starting to molt Now I have wings, but where do I go? I'd impress the big bitches, but I ain't got the dough.. Well, here comes one now WHATTA YA KNOW?! I impressed the bug bitches! VI. Into the Sun The deed is done It's time to run Flying off into the sun These wings are new To go unused? What do we do? What do we do?! Falling faster Crashing down Like a bullet towards the ground A LIVING BULLET TOWARDS THE GROUND!! VII. Into the sky (reprise) Up in the sky Way up high Dodging the trees so we won't die Look at that spot It's good Man, I don't feel so good Landing to lay our eggs Why can't we feel...?