This guy wishes he was getting his “Phil”. None of his hip-hop collaborations will ever surpass the pairing of Collins and Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. Also, he’s seriously lacks a sense of humor—something that our beloved Phil has in spades. Thank god he apes Bono, as well.
Phil makes it clear that he’s a better man than you. But you can’t hold this against him.
If Magnum P.I. opted for a beard, was more sensitive to the opposite sex and joined by a musically-inclined task force, this is what the show might look like. I would definitely tune in.
Synthlord Howard Jones re-recorded his hit “No One Is to Blame” with Phil as producer, drummer, and backup vocalist. This made it 1000% better. Although those opening lines “You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat” are still a bit jarring.
A forlorn and repentant Phil asks, “How many times can I say I’m sorry?”
He didn’t mean to leave all of his old, sweat-encrusted sweatpants in a pile on your floor nor did he intentionally toss your dinner—KFC’s Mashed Potato Bowl—out the window of a moving vehicle. It had nothing to do with him being an animal rights activist or joining up with PETA for that campaign against the fast food chain. He’s just a little upset right now because Peter Gabriel is once again in the spotlight because of that bloody ridiculous song he wrote for Wall-E! It should have been him, goddammit! He’s behind some of the most bloody brilliant animated feature songs ever—masterpieces, all of them! And look at that goofy Gabriel producing absolute bollocks! Doesn’t anybody remember who wrote “You’ll Be in My Heart?” Or how he composed the music for not only the film but that piddling musical as well? He won the Oscar, hell if it’s going to go to Gabriel this year! “Down to Earth”, his arse! That Gabriel is a total wanker from space!
But again, he’s really sorry. You’re all he needs, please believe him.
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If I could join a Make-a-Wish foundation for die-hard Phil fans, my wish would be to be whisked back to 1984 where I would meet up with these two Phils and soar through the London skies in a sweet-ass chopper. We’d only land long enough to borrow each other’s sweaters, show off our silly, contemporary dance moves, and create harmonies as smooth as our snazzy silk suits. Mostly we’d just hang out in our dressing room and laugh and laugh and laugh…
