Another engineer and I were headed to an out-of-town meeting when my car started making a weird crunching noise. We were still by the office, so I ditched my car, verified that there was a flat tire, and jumped in with my coworker. When we got back, I checked the tire for damage, didn't see any, and pulled out my trusty compressor. There was no trouble inflating the tire, and I had no idea what had caused the problem until I pull off the compressor clip and heard the air whooshing out of the valve. The air stopped coming out when I pushed the valve toward the center of the wheel, though...so I yanked out a piece of embroidery floss and tied one end around the valve and one around a lug nut. Ta-dah! The tires had only been on for about three weeks, so I headed back to the tire place, and they had the valve stem replaced in about 15 minutes. Excellent! Pen springs and embroidery floss to save the world!
I don't understand the song name, but I LOOOOOOVE the bass line!
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I don’t want to fight
Every single night
Everything I want is in your light.
You and me go there
To places I don’t know to care
The spoils of all I got were left to scrounge.
Don’t let me say this,
but you’re no worse than me,
It’s crazy.
We all are real, if real ever was, it’s just because
We all feel, feel we’ve had enough,
I’m real, ‘cause someone gave us sound.
I wanna be there when you’re happy
I wanna love you when you’re sad.
Can’t stand the morning rain
Get out and take your place then
Can’t stand the blazing sun
Then close your eyes you’ll see
The angel die.
I don’t want to be
Anything for these
A million watts of sound can’t compare.
Come along you’ll see the world
The pulse ripples, the crowd unfurls
The current starts to flow and they are on.
Oh, it’s a white hot soul they want, sinful.
You’re real, if real ever was, it’s just because
We all are real, every living soul
Yes I’m real, ‘cause someone gave us sound.
Don’t break the oath
I want to love you when you’re happy,
Don’t break this oath
I want to be there when you’re sad,
Please bring the pouring rain.
Beyond real, as real as any ghost,
It’s easy now,
I’m real, in every living soul
God gave us.
Can’t stand the blazing sun
Can’t stand the morning rain
Get out and take your place again.
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
I don’t want to be alone
Alone.
If it’s a white hot soul they want
It’s a black heart they’ll get.
- "Tarantula," Smashing Pumpkins
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