Top 5 best lines from Toto's Africa

5: Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz

4: So I called up the Captain, "Please bring me my wine"
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969"

3: There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"

2: And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast

1: "Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave!"

Comments

  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    and she's buying a stairway to heaven
  • My dreams exceed my real life
    So I lit the fire

    Isn't it good

    Norwegian Wood
  • Touch the cow. Do it now.
    my lovely lady lumps
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”
    I can see all that you overlook and I can hear
    How the pace of your breathing is showing your fear
    And the white of your eyes is the color of prey
    But I ain't gonna eat you, I'll just get away
    It's a horrid noise, listen to yourself
    It's a human glare, it's a human smell
    It's a city of rot, if you look and see
    But I'll choke your plans for me
  • edited 2018-06-14 02:27:40

    I can see all that you overlook and I can hear
    How the pace of your breathing is showing your fear
    And the white of your eyes is the color of prey
    But I ain't gonna eat you, I'll just get away
    It's a horrid noise, listen to yourself
    It's a human glare, it's a human smell
    It's a city of rot, if you look and see
    But I'll choke your plans for me

    this almost actually fits the tune of toto africa
  • edited 2018-06-14 02:56:45
    I once visited Africa.  Toto was with me on the trip.  I had gotten lost deep within the jungles, and I had gone two days without food or water.  Finally, I happened on a strange little house.  Going inside I saw what seemed like strangely painted masks, fetishes, and other artifacts heretofore unrecognizable to me.

    There was no one in this house, though it was clearly in use.  A fire was going in a hearth, and atop it was a pot of liquid.  The liquid was unidentifiable, nor could I distinguish its vapors from the rest of the various scents that surrounded me in this small one-room structure.  It bubbled in a thick, viscous way, so it didn't appear to be water, but its black tinge with subtle hints of violet and green made me hesitant to inspect it closely.

    I watched it for a few minutes, in between observing the other curios in the room.  It had begun to boil increasingly vigorously, and so I picked up what I thought to be a makeshift fireplace poker, and then I was suddenly greeted by the inhabitant of this house.

    "Hello!" a shirtless man covered with body paint said to me.  I nearly jumped from being startled, as did Toto.  The man continued in perfectly good English, "How may I help you?"

    "I am so sorry to have intruded on your house..."
    "Oh, it's no problem.  I'm just a humble shaman."

    I was speechless as the man walked over to the fire, removed the pot, and poured its contents into a small bowl.  The liquid turned to a strange dark blue color as it did.  "Here, have some soup."

    I hesitated.

    "Are you scared?" he asked.  "It's not poison; I can assure you of that."

    Being as thirsty as I was, I began drinking it.  It was quite gratifying, gently sweet with a honey-like flavor.

    "Thank you so much!"
    "I can tell you're dehydrated.  You were fortunate to have come to me when you did."

    I felt at ease, and began sharing the story of my journey with the shaman.  He listened intently and commented as I recounted it.  I even told him why I had come to Africa in the first place -- that I sought a way to win the attention of the object of my affections, who deeply desired to take a trip here, but could not on account of work.

    The shaman suddenly stopped me.  Then he asked me to repeat that last part of my story.  I did.

    Then he provided me with the best advice anyone could give to someone in love:
  • Sup bitches, witches, Haters, and trolls.
    if you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as i walk away
  • “I'm surprised. Those clothes… but, aren't you…?”

    I can see all that you overlook and I can hear
    How the pace of your breathing is showing your fear
    And the white of your eyes is the color of prey
    But I ain't gonna eat you, I'll just get away
    It's a horrid noise, listen to yourself
    It's a human glare, it's a human smell
    It's a city of rot, if you look and see
    But I'll choke your plans for me

    this almost actually fits the tune of toto africa
    It's a triplet bridge in a song mostly in a tight 4/4 so they have kind of a similar rhythmic dynamic.

    I highly recommend this song and this album, by the way. I have it linked on my profile page here.
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