bt in a toga rapping while sculpting a sundial. all you other mother effers eating olives under a tree.

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bt at home looking at pictures, making a trip to the studio (jumping in a cab, whatever), seeing all this s*** happen outside. "the skies was overcast." interspersed shots of you guys tinkering with s*** at the studio. i'd like to see quest messing with the mp as opposed to the drum kit. shots of clocks along the way, with the numbers all jumbled on the traditional ones and with blinking 12:00's on the digital ones.

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or, same scenario with a twist to capture the paranoia. some fed following him around. or some strange looking dude/chick following him around, a la the passion of the christ. or the grim reaper a la monty python's meaning of life. then thought dodging a bullet/knife/sickel, only to turn around and the assailant is gone.

not really. but really on the choice of clock. it's a wonderful fall/winter single.