You're like, I get it. He talks about 25, 25.35. I see where this is going. Then he's like, in the year 75, 10, you're like, what, he regained your interest? Just when you thought it couldn't get more crazy. Yeah. Interesting. How was this song? This is one of the craziest. But then he goes back. He goes 7510, 8510, 10. Then he goes back to 95, 95.

We are in the hands of an absolute master songwriter. And does he ever mention? Okay, so they go 25, 25, 35, 35, 35, 65,

then they do the tens. Then they go to 95. You're never hearing anything about 7575 or 85 85.

No, because nothing happened during those years.

Oh, okay.

In the year 8510, God is going to shake his mighty head.

Oh.

They'll either say, I'm pleased where man has been or tear it down and start again.

And I guess he tore it down, I guess.

This fucking song, I love this song.

In the year 40, my favorite year of all these years is the year 45, 45, because you're gaining.

In the year 45, 45, 45, you ain't going to need your teeth.

You won't need your eyes.

You won't find a thing to chew.

Nobody's going to look at you.

What the fuck?

And then a thousand and ten years later, in the year 55, 55, weirdly.

He says your arms are hanging limp at your side your legs got

nothing to do some machines doing that for you the timing makes no sense i love it i

absolutely love it i love it why does the timing make no sense because in the year 45 45

you don't use your teeth or your eyes, and there's nothing to chew.

And the reason why that is is because we're just like brains at that.

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