If I could - if I had the resources and the clout to do it - I would buy up every copy of the Eagles' "Peaceful Easy Feeling" in existence. Every vinyl record, cassette, and CD that contained the song. Every digital file. The original master tape. Concert bootlegs. Sheet music. Wedding videos. Karaoke backing tracks. The works.
And I would destroy them all.
|Don't try to stop me.|
|I want this. Oh I want it so badly.|
|Stop that singing! That's it, you're so lunch.|
I did not take my Prozac this morning.
These items are completely unrelated.
Why do you ask?