On this day a long ass time ago, a guy wrapped in a sheet was stabbed over and over again by a bunch of other guys wearing sheets until he was dead.
Why was he stabbed? Was it because he was the first of many many people to make France look like a bunch of snail-eating pansies? Was it because he nailed Cleopatra? Was it because everyone had to do what he said?
I don't know; I never made it all the way through that play. I mean, Shakespeare, right? Talk talk talk talk talk.
But I do know once thing, and it's this: The Ides of March presents Vehicle.
Nothing like a song about a stranger luring people into his car with candy to get you ready for the day.
I'm your vehicle, baby / Get inside me and enjoy that new car smell.
Post a Comment