And you can see them there
On Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about
What it's like up there
They call it paradise
I don't know why
You call someplace paradise
Kiss it goodbye
Definitely a douche. But really, he always has been so it's not just "old man yells at clouds".
That said, he does have a sense of humor about it (even if that humor is also doused in douchery). The opening of his current tour starts with a "welcome to the show" voice-over, and includes something like "if you're one of those "I love Pink Floyd but can't stand Roger's politics" people, you might do well to f-ck right off to the bar right now."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fQD9ciDP0a0
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom the stab in the back
Women and children are cowards, attack
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart
I'll take boneless wings over the "traditional" kind 100% of the time. Hate chomping down on gristle and fat for so little meat. And keep that f'ing blue cheese dressing crap away from me. Ranch and only ranch.
It was long after midnight
When we got to unconditional love
She said "sure my heart is boundless but don't push my limits too far"
I said "if love is so transcendent, I don't understand these boundaries"
She said "just don't disappoint me, you know how complex women are"
Mama's got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
'Cause she's playing all night
And the music's all right
Mama's got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Meant to tell you
Tell you from the start
Meant to show you
What's inside this shallow heart
But I could not find the words
Worthy enough to say
I slipped along the way
I slipped along the way
Clouds surrounded the summit
The wind blew strong and cold
Among the silent temples
And the writing carved in gold
Somewhere in my instincts
The primitive took hold
Love, Death, & Robots on Netflix. Collection of animated shorts (10-20 minutes each), each done in a different animation style and each more or less related to some combo of love, death, or robot theme. Some are fairly mild, but some are a hard TV-MA. Third collection recently dropped.
Radios of the world are tuning in tonight,
Are you on the dial, are you tuned in right?
One of our D.J.'s is missing.
Are you listening?
Are you listening to me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me clearly?
Around the dial.
Now, I'm lookin' to the sky to save me
Lookin' for a sign of life
Lookin' for somethin' to help me burn out bright
And I'm lookin' for a complication
Lookin' cause I'm tired of lyin'
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high
Watched the first two, and it's just meh (which is pretty much as expected). The acting so far ranges from ok, or at least entertaining (Kumail Nanjiani, Ewan, Jimmy Smits) to "Star Wars Standard" (most everyone else) to wtf awful (Third Sister inquisitor). And how come no adult can run as fast as a 10 year old?
Season 1 of the Mandalorian set the bar high, and no Disney+ Star Wars shows since have come close.