If I were to start a band, (if I haven't already *cough*two*cough*) I would name my band Traffic Cones Chasing Balls. It suggests two things:
1) Traffic cones are not inanimate, rather...they have arms and legs, work nine to five and have offspring.
2) They are either football enthusiasts, or do things which they wouldn't want their offspring seeing.
We would play nu-age type music which no one likes but would listen to and discuss so that they feel included in a nu-age...PJ. Our fans would rock up to our secret concerts in secret basements (in secret locations) to listen to our wittylyricswhichdon'tmakeanysense - but that's okay, because they always manage to find more meaning in it than we can ourselves.
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