Three songs.
Over the opening credits to my life: "Thus Spake Zarathustra."
In the second act, when everything starts to come together: "All Along the Watchtower." (Hendrix version, please.)
Over the closing credits: "Turn the World Around," by Harry Belafonte.
Best advice ever? My granddad: "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke."
Kirk, of course. The man had his priorities straight: alien booty > the Prime Directive
Fezes ARE cool.
No, we are not there yet, and if you don't settle down I will turn this internet around!
The Mass in B Minor is a superior work, but the Tocatta and Fugue in D Minor is more fun.
Your shampoo says to rinse and repeat. Do you do that, too?