Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mixed with the urine of Mark Knopfler.
This is liquid music, it will turn you into musical geniuses.
What do you mean, awful?
He's a proper musician. He likes to play and have fun.
(WOMEN CHEERING)
Bad example. I should have gone to Carlos when I had the chance.
Roger Daltrey doesn't hoover for no one, he's his own man.
Little tequila.
♪ Gonna spin my web around your mind Gonna eat you like you was the fly
-Rudi, it is you. -Yes, it is me.
It was him and he shall pay.
-He's going to drum for us, if we get the deal. -What?
Why don't you stick around?
Prepare to die, pigdogs.
-There's nothing holy about you. You are a fraud. -We all make mistakes.
Maybe you still have that chance.
Rewind him, Spider.
This is him.
Monkey.
He's a better guitar player than you.
♪ The oxygen of knowledge... ♪
-Not another one. -What do you mean?
That does it. You shall die.
♪ But now I'm lost and I'm alone
♪ We are looking for the new sound
Only my father remained to defend us. He was killed.
(ALL CHEERING)
and it was called the eclipse.
Well, maybe I shall go back to my town,
A sacred place known only to me and my family.