RE: YOUR BRAINS
This is the first actual post, and also the first post about music. This is, er, regarding the song Re: Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton, who is a musician that specialises in songs that are a bit geeky, by some definitions. The song itself is about the point of view of a man, Bob, who has been turned into a zombie. It's mostly a bit of a narrative towards Tom, Bob's ex-colleague. The song is awesome in pretty much every way I can think of. Of particular interest is the use of "office" terminology, like "FYI" and "constructive criticism", which makes people think about whether the zombies they've been killing in games actually have this kind of intelligence. Food for thought, although for the zombies it's thought for food.
A download link for the song's MP3
LYRICS
[Verse 1]
Heya Tom, it's Bob from the office down the hall
Good to see you buddy, how've you been?
Thing have been OK for me except that I'm a zombie now
I really wish you'd let us in
I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demand
But here's an FYI: you're all gonna die screaming
[Chorus]
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains
[Verse 2]
I don't want to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan?
To spend your whole life locked inside a mall?
Maybe that's OK for now but someday you'll be out of food and guns
And then you'll have to make the call
I'm not surprised to see you haven't thought it through enough
You never had the head for all that bigger picture stuff
But Tom, that's what I do, and I plan on eating you slowly
[Chorus]
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains
[Interlude]
I'd like to help you Tom, in any way I can
I sure appreciate the way you're working with me
I'm not a monster Tom, well, technically I am
I guess I am
[Verse 3]
I've got another meeting Tom, maybe we could wrap it up
I know we'll get to common ground somehow
Meanwhile I'll report back to my colleagues who were chewing on the doors
I guess we'll table this for now
I'm glad to see you take constructive criticism well
Thank you for your time I know we're all busy as hell
And we'll put this thing to bed
When I bash your head open
[Chorus]
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're not unreasonable, I mean, no one's gonna eat your eyes
All we want to do is eat your brains
We're at an impasse here, maybe we should compromise:
If you open up the doors
We'll all come inside and eat your brains
~Wangfan~
