Speaking of older videos...
Last night I was listening to the Indie 1.0 station on SiriusXM, and the song "Gentlemen" by The Afghan Whigs came on. Unfortunately I associate that with Lucas now (he has a video which starts off with lyrics from that song):
Your attention please
Now turn off the light
Your infection please
I haven't got all night
Understand
Do you understand?
Understand
I'm a gentleman
I'm a gentleman
Along with other musical references (especially to the AG, in which most songs are about what a piece of shit the guy is LOL) I don't think he understands them at all.
Also, this song was released in 1993. Really relevant to those Zoomer baes eh?
On that note.....
I like to think this parody takes place between lucas and some random person he met on the bus back from california:
On a seedy winter morning,
on a greyhound bound for spokane,
I met up with the wern,
he was being a massive creep,
Wern just sat there staring,
out the window at the zoomers,
'till they turned around and noticed,
and called him a fucking creep,
Wern said 'boy i've made a life,
of telomeres and zoomers,
knowing 'bout their ova,
by the way they blushed their cheeks,
so if you don't mind me saying,
I can see you want some poontang,
for a taste of your mad dog,
i'll tell you about my research,
So I handed him my bumwine,
and he gulped it like a hobo,
then he bummed some shitty stinkweed,
and asked me for a light,
and the wern let loose a pants shart,
and his eyes went big and bulging,
said if you're gonna creep fecund baes,
you better learn to creep em right,
You've got to know when to creep em,
know when to swoop em,
know when to post a sign,
and when to rage,
you never flash your tugboat,
when you're sitting in the shelter,
there'll be time enough for clinkerdaggers,
when the breedings done
Every hobo knows,
that the secret to surviving,
is knowing when to waddle away,
and when to ree,
cause every werns a creeper,
and every werns a loser,
and the best that wern can hope for,
is to die out in the street,
and when wern finished speaking,
he waddled toward the window,
crushed out his skunkweed joint,
muttered like a freak,
and somewhere in the darkness,
the wern got very sketchy,
and in his final words,
I realized he's a creep