Bassomatic: Daily Experimental Bass Podcast

When the cows are a bit too frantic, when the blizzard is up, when the hills are golden and the grill is red, the urge for a steak is unbarable. So gals and guys, don't forget the lasso, it could serve.

This is a special night tonight, it is a special occasion that we must share together and this is why I would like to thank you all for coming.

You know how it is. The sun, the rain, the wind, they all make you feel like your head is bare naked. This is why I always have one at disposal. This is my hat respect it.

While you stay strong in the face of human insanity, you can't stay still and steady while your heart gets to figure out stupidity. You must scream, and this is it: beuarg.

Once every few days, you feel a bit sticky and unclean. There is a specific reason: your hairs are greasy. No matter how hard you treat yourself to keeping the sebum away, you hairs have no escape. Cheers, shampoo for all.

It's large, it's fat, it's huge, it's enormous but it's a short piece.

All over the place, no reason to hide because it's too late. There was an escape, but now it is too late. It's the static invasion.

Four o clock in sweden, it's winter, it is night, it's tea time. There is no choice, this is tea time while in the moonlight.

It's cold out there, it's very cold, but you know it, or must I say butt you know it, you have to have enough courage, just throw your but out, or must I say just throw your butt out.

Yo can go for a win, you can hope all your sin, you might dream or fantasize the moment, but be prepared, before sleepy woman, steep hill.

It's cold outside, it's not raining, but it's freezing. I keep my hands in my pockets, I want to feel worm. Hi, I'm here waiting for the bus.

Definitely can't understand what has happened. My computer just crashed indicating a zobelburger runtime error. I don't get it.

Not the first, not the last, one in the middle, one that just is boring.

She just gotten twenty five years old, she was fit, she was slim, but she definitely could maintain some plumpyness at some places, and they where bouncing and bouncing, rolling to town. She wanted to dance.

Rollin', rollin', rollin', it was a jumpin', runnin', growlin', it was a super, fantastic swingin', a nice and cosy, a fun and rusty convertible trailer.

It isn't very complicated to understand. You stayed home, to work, I went to get some things to eat tonight. While you where home, I was out. That's it.

One, you stand up, two you jump, up, and down, three you wiggle, four you scream, five you go nuts, six you smile. Because there are no rules.

His English speaking got better and better. As years went by, his accent was less marked, his words better carved, but when he went to the casino and got a little excited, he couldn't manage not saying gern at the end of his now traditional phrase. Yes, indeed, the fun house is nothing but gern.

"La la la bra la la" she sang, "la la la bra la la" over and over again, until the sky became dark. Then it rained. But she wouldn't stop singing "la la la bra la la" over and over again, until she drowned.

Take the sun. It goes up, stays a while at top, returns down on the other side, and while there are other stars, he is the only one that really warms our atmosphere. And south of the sea it is dry.