This is a capella group Straight No Chaser‘s version of the 12 Days of Christmas…remixed with a little 80’s flava. If you want to fast forward to the payoff, it’s all good but the real payoff starts about 1:58. You can tell because people start screaming, which is an unusual enough event at a barbershop choir event, however dapper they may look in their suits.
passed along in the help forums by Annette Fix
Yeah, it makes so much sense. You knew he’d be old-skool, didn’t you?
Yes. It is the year of the eye of the tiger; better late than never. I defy you to find anything, anywhere, as awesome as the power of this video of Jensen Ackles lip-synching to that great Eighties classic, Eye of the Tiger.
You can skip to about 3:40 to avoid all the blahblah
Lyrics, in case you should want to synch or swim along:
Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
Chorus:
It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the cream of the fight
Risin’ up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watchin’ us all in the eye of the tiger
Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
They stack the odds ’til we take to the street
For we kill with the skill to survive
chorus
Risin’ up, straight to the top
Have the guts, got the glory
Went the distance, now I’m not gonna stop
Just a man and his will to survive
chorus
The eye of the tiger (repeats out)…
and every night someone complains about it.
Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.
It’s true. It’s a fact.
If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.
Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello
Lyrics over the jump: Continue reading
For Devo:
For the record and just to warn the universe on general principles, it is now eight minutes after midnight on July 4th and the moronic bumblers working on the garage gates of our apartment building are STILL AT IT WITH THE FUCKING POWER TOOLS, sixteen hours after they started and six hours after the bylaws say they have to stop. I tried calling the noise bylaw hotline: it’s open from 9am-4pm, Monday to Friday, and there is NO VOICE MAIL.
If they really want to see a power tool up close and personal, just let them keep this up till my bedtime.
Thus: the Devo. I am self-medicating with New Wave.
Although in Operation Global Media Domination news, I note with great pleasure that my post on Ashley Kaufman at Lolebrity is on the front page of Google. The post on Gawker got kilt; wonder why? Ah, well, less competition!
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