So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. DON'T LIE!!! and try to pretend you're cool...

Opening Credits:
Falling Slowly - The Frames

Waking Up:
Beercan - Beck

First Day At School:
By Myslef - Linkin Park

Falling In Love:
I Want To Be The Boy - The White Stripes

Fight Song:
Ha Ha High Babe - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Breaking Up:
Murder Worship - Cannibal Corpse

Prom:
Underglass - The Frames

Life:
Chocky - Mogwai

Mental Breakdown:
Cemetery and Sundown - Cradle Of Filth

Driving:
Prove Yourself - Radiohead

Flashback:
Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

Getting Back Together:
Trompe Le Monde - The Pixies

Wedding
Finally - The Frames

Sex Scene:
Sissyneck - Beck

Birth of Child:
Star Star - The Frames

Final Battle:
The Deceived - Trivium

Death Scene:
10,000 Days (Wings, Pt. 2) - Tool

Funeral Song:
Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys

End Credits:
Souvenir - Korn

Six months and 5 days ago, I bought a Marshall MG 30 DFX... And now it is dead... It worked perfectly for band practice at my place the day before yesterday, and hasn’t moved an inch since!

I went to a wee box social today, and came home in the early hours. I felt like playing a bit of guitar before going to sleep... So I plugged in the headphones and turned her on. And it works!

I should explain, the amp is still fighting for its life. I realise this when I take my foot back from my effects peddle and catch the headphone wire on the back of my shoe... It pulls the headphone jack right out! At that point a ragging B power chord should have been blasting out of marshy... But no.

There was only silence.The horrifying scene of a volume knob turned up all the way, and the defining sound of silence... my jaw drops like a thy hooker... I put Donna (my guitar) down... my hand hovers over the volume knob. This isn't right... I turn the volume down a lot just in case if she coughed up any feedback that should be deafening everyone that lives on my road, but nothing.

I turn Marshy off, unplug her and take her over to a different socket, I don’t know what I was thinking, maybe it might have worked... but still nothing, I even took out my peddle, and just had my guitar plugged in to her, still nothing...

Sometimes when I turned her on I’d hear a little pop, as to say "yo Andy... I’m still here! Lets’ melt some fuckin’ faces!" ... That thought always brought a smile to my face. But not even that little pop of reassurance was there to comfort me,

What was once a face-melting, neighbour annoying, heavy block of pure music power... Is now just a retarded headphone jack...

Alrighty, then ... picture this if you will.

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,
in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51
Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy
when a flaming stealth banana split the sky
like one would hope but never really expect
to see in a place like this.
Cutting right angle donuts on a dime
and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,
and me yelping...


Holy fucking shit!

Then the X-Files being,
Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan
with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of
vanilla Chig Champa
Did a slow-mo Matrix descent
Outta the butt end of the banana vessel
And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,
and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,
and all I could think was:
"I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice
that I pissed my fuckin' pants."

So light in his way,
Like an apparition, [that]
He had me crying out,
"Fuck me
It's gotta be
the Deadhead Chemistry
The blotter got [right] on top of me
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"

And after calming me down
with some orange slices
and some fetal spooning,
E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One,
the One who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not."
Me. The Chosen One?
They chose me!!!
And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.

You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better...
You'd better listen.

Then he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

It was so real,
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be all alone
While I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
Y'all sound like Peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally, it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing
'Cause this shit never happens to me

I can't breathe right now!

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I've just said!
See the Dead ain't touring
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold [and] eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed.

Hey ...

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the One
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again ...
Typical.

Strapped down [to] my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed *
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help, I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, shit the bed

I can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to make me out to be the hero
Can't remember what they said
Bob help me!
Can't remember what they said

[We] don't know, [and we] won't know (x12)

God damn, shit the bed!