Song: "Witchcraft"
Artist: Witchcraft
Album: Witchcraft (2004)

It's weird how long this song took to sink in. Or for me to post it, even.

I think I've hit a musical plateau.

It's strange how people interpret music with their body. It seems so arbitrary. Why would a series of noises equal a physical reaction? Everyday noises never seem to, even noises that carry a beat like fans, but yet when presented in "musical" format... it does. Why? And why do some people hear music and randomly move however the fuck they feel or would move regardless of the actual music, while others literally or semi-artistically interpret the music as a particular body movement set?

Monkeys with instruments. I'm going to start telling Sweetie she better watch out for those monkies, but especially the ones with tom-toms. But someday, Sweetie, I'm buying maracas and there will never be sleep for any of you again. I will leave every room shaking the shit out of those things while singing about my hatelove for sons 'a bitches and shitty kitties. So maybe she'd better keep me out of maracas stores and forget the fucking monkies. Actually, this sounds like too much work. I'll get a tape down and set it to play every day at one in the morning to make up for when I need to rush out of doorways. Like when I have to help someone who's becoming a victim of street crime. I'll be Maraca Lady, saver of street crime victims. And Sweetie will cry, why not meee? And Bobo Gaygay will be like, cuz you're a slut, ho. And then I hit Bobo over the head with my super maraca, accidentally killing a flea in the process... My arch enemy. And the day was saved at last. We can now eat popcorn and dehydrate in peace. Sunsabitchez, sunsabitchez, lots and lots of sons and bitches and bitches sons and sons with bitches and bitching at sons while sunning at beaches, [maraca dance] OLE.

SURE, I'd love another, Bartender!

It's almost like content!!