An Ottawa station is doing their part.
Along the lines of any disaster, the media outlets are being senstive to those involved in the Katrina.From Chartattack.com:
"Two rock stations near the top of Ottawa's radio dial have opted to remove a listener-favourite song from their playlists for the time being, hoping not to upset any listeners after category 4 hurricane Katrina hit the Louisiana coast, practically submerging New Orleans with flood waters."
Since we're not going to be hearing it any time soon, if it doesn't pain you too much, hum the tune see how much of the Killer Whale Tank monologue you can remember.
posted by Eddie @ 6:40 AM
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Because I couldn't remember much and kept skipping over lines when I was ranting and raving about live Hip to a poor Kiwi who just didn't get it - Damn foreigners haha - I thought I'd post the monologue here.
I had a job before this...I had a job before this...ultimetley it was that job that led me into this..
I worked at an aquarium, an aquarium with lots of money so it was huge! I was a clean and scrub man; we called each other in the c&s union. I scrubbed the inside of the Killer Whale Tank. And after a while the boys in the c & s, the clean and scrub, we just made it sorta one word.
The killerwhaletank.
The killerwhaletank unh.
The killerwhale tank unh.
I'm goin into the killerwhaletank unhh.
I got along with these two big beasts so well it was like they knew me. They looked at me with thier hundred year old eyes and it was like the knew me. I'd put on my scuba gear my mask, my regulator and I'd fall into the tank with nary a sound, maybe a "ffft", and then I was underwater.
Sometimes I'd jump out, right in front of the window. When people are expecting a killer whale and they see a human they get spooked! Spooked.
Well anyways I'd do that.
But I was in the water this particular day, unbeknowst to me, Shamu, and Bartholomew, their relationship had gone stale. Seems I was going in there so much, and I was looking so good, Shamu took a shining to me. And their so smart those things ya know. They've got all these human emotions. Love, lust, GREED, hundred year old eye jealousy!
Bartholomew...was livid!
Unbeknowst to me, I can't hear a God damn thing underwater!
He came up, he was bumping against me alot. That stale, killer whale, bumping up against someone so pale and frail. How was I supposed to know the killer whale relationship had gone stale.
Welllll......He brushes up to me a couple times, his skin's like sandpaper. I say, "Hey man, Nartholomew, what's up? What's goin on big fella? What is it? I don't want to steal your mommy and I sure don't want to take the place of your daddy. I only wanna be your friend." And he circled around I thought we were all patched up and I was scrubbing and he took my,
he came and he,
he came and he,
he ripped,
he ripped my left arm off.
I mean, killer whales their beasts of the deep, their quite docil and friendly in captivity but somewhere along the line, thousands of years of breeding just snapped and he took my left arm off man. He took my left arm, my fucking left arm.
"What is it Bartholomew?"
I asked him in a laguage he could understand as I came back...[nminumunnmnm (Gord's whale sounds)]
Pale as a lightbulb...
You really are becoming the social commentator. Have you ever thought of writing lyrics.
CDW
he took my left arm, my fucking left arm!
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