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6:10 - 7:24 - Hit the Floor/Nobody's Listening - Scratch Sample (Verse, Bridge/Bridge) [The first seems to be the verse scratch sample for HTF, the second is only used in bridge for HTF, you can hear this sample when Joe lets the sample run, but it's clearly different from the verse scratch / The second sample is also used coming out of the bridge on Nobody's Listening] 7:24 - 8:38 - Lying from You - Scratch Sample (Bridge) [This sample seems to be out of place on the vinyl, but it's very clearly the sample scratched in LFY] 8:38 - 9:23 - Hit the Floor - Synth Pad (Verses) [Joe also uses a pitch shifter throughout the verses on this sample] 9:23 - 10:31 - Hit the Floor - Synth Pad (Post-Chorus?) 10:35 - 10:37 - Easier to Run - Guitar Sample (Bridge/Outro Chorus) [Guitar with flanger effect that leads from the bridge to the final choruses] 10:37 - 11:47 - Easier to Run - Scratch Sample (Pre-Chorus) [Just the second sample is scratched, the first might be adapted for the additional electronic percussion in the verses] 11:47 - 12:01 - Easier to Run - Synth Sample (Intro) [The synth pad that starts the song] Nothing to see here This whole Meteora 20 has put me back down rabbit holes
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger
Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet during the only one roger roger. After that one very special session of waiing for Michele's latest birthday, he took a picture of Brad, the modern guitar and cable god
https://www.latimes.com/entertainme...former-manager-in-new-memoir-walking-disaster I hate that that's what's on my clipboard ugh