StrangeLove Skateboards
StrangeLove Pajama Set / Black Satin
Regular price
$90.00
- Black Satin Pajama Top and Bottoms
- Bonus Black Satin Pillowcase w/ Insert
- Made in Pakistan
- Note: All sales are final. Can't say that any simpler. Unless the product is defective in the manufacturing sense, we will not accept any returns—in other words, you bot it, you bought it.
- Product Description: It's no secret that life can be very confusing to a clueless kid. Like, take the Moody Blues song, "Nights in White Satin," for instance. Released in 1967 and an FM radio band staple for the next decade if not two, when heard with absolutely no context whatsoever to a dumb little kid, it's understandable how it can be easily misunderstood as "Knights in White Satin," right? Okay, so maybe I played a little too much Dungeons & Dragons and knew way more than my fair share of King Arthur tales about the legendary Round Table, but then there was also this unusual quest for knowledge when it came to the detestable underbelly of this American life and, well, do you see where I'm going with this? I mean, who else rides around on horses dressed in white sheets? So yeah, of course I thought this was some very strange and perplexing ode to the Ku Klux Klan, when in reality the song is just a silly romantic dope toke about a girlfriend who once gave the composer, Justin Hayward, a gift of stain bedsheets. What made this song extremely unusual, though, was the jarring use of spoken word at the end of the opus: "Breathe deep the gathering gloom / Watch lights fade from every room / Bedsitter people look back and lament / Another day's useless / energy is spent / Impassioned lovers wrestle as one / Lonely man cries for love and has none / New mother picks up and suckles her son / Senior citizens wish they were young / Cold-hearted orb that rules the night / Removes the colors from our sight / Red is grey and yellow-white / But we decide which is right / And which is an illusion." Say what you will, but we really need to get back to such grand, nonsensical bullshit times as this. —Cliver
