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08-30-2008, 06:47 AM
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Back to mono
Join Date: May 2008
Location: Pittsburgh
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Lyrics that annoy you
This one always pisses me off:
Kids, they don't know shit They just want a hit I don't write hits I wonder what happened Well you may wonder Whatever happened To the real songs You can cry about the radio Cry about the radio But you know Music's got no place to go You can program it Try to kill it You can distill it 'Till there's nothin' left And you can cry about the radio... The most frustrating part is that the tune is rather catchy and the entire track is sonically appealing...but those lyrics really bug me. I hate when people talk about "real songs" as if they're the only ones who know what "good music" is. I hate people who whine about how modern radio sucks (radio has sucked for decades, and thanks to mix tapes/CD's/.mp3s you don't have to listen to it). I hate older folks who look down at the "kids" with their weird music (didn't your parents say the same thing when you listened to Elvis/The Rolling Stones/The Clash/etc?). You could even argue that adults want the "hits" more than the kids, who are generally more willing to try out more experimental music, but let's not get into that. The line that really bugs me is "Music's got no place to go." The first time I heard that line, I thought it was a great double entrede. Then I realized how flawed it was. I figure that you can interpret that line two ways; A: There's no place to hear good music (one word: Internet), or B: Music is dead and there's no point in people making records (then why the song, which was released in 2007?). Either case suggests naivite (or ignorance) in the extreme. End rant.
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08-30-2008, 07:54 AM
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Mate, Spawn & Die
Join Date: May 2007
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I hate the lyrics to most DRI songs because they consistently sound like they were written by a 12 year old. All of this is bad but the "a brain you don't own" line really takes the cake:
You're bothering me For anything free Why can't you see? I'm out on a limb My nerves are stretched thin You really don't win Go die! You seriously ask For my autograph I can't help but laugh Just leave me alone Why can't you go home A brain you don't own Go die! Following me around Just like a lost hound And you're bringing me down I tell you goodbye And you ask me why Guess I'm just shy Go die! |
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08-30-2008, 10:54 AM
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Meanie McFeany
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY
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^Lmao.
See now. I like the song Crazy Bitch. But the lyrics imply that he's only in it for a ****! It could be a really nice love song.  /sarcasm.
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08-30-2008, 03:46 PM
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isfckingdead
Join Date: Nov 2004
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Pretty much every single MC Lars songs infuriates me. They're so incredibly ironic and not in the cool Stephin Merritt way.
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08-30-2008, 05:56 PM
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Ad Astra
Join Date: Jul 2006
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Meh. Metallica's Invisible Kid....
Invisible kid, Never see what he did Got stuck where he hid Fallen through the grid I love em' to death, but Hetfield really pulled that one right out of his arse.
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08-30-2008, 05:58 PM
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Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Unamerica
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Iron Maiden - Aces High
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack. Jump in the ****pit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Gotta get airborne before its too late. Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high. Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round and come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again. Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us Ten me-109s out of the sun Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them Heading straight for them I press down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high. |
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08-30-2008, 06:49 PM
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Ba and Be.
Join Date: May 2007
Location: This Is England
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08-30-2008, 11:43 PM
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