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Following on from the National Anthems thread, this has to happen. Exhibit A - twenty seconds in and I'm done - the accordion, the waltz beat, the weedy voice and the crappy hippy lyrics. Hell!
"The opposite of love, after all, is not hate, but indifference."
Sugar, sugar - The Archies. A gf bought it for me. She didn't stay gf for long after.
It's Raining Men - Weather Girls. Drunken women do not need thar as an excuse to prove they can neither dance nor sing.
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the Earth all one’s lifetime. (Mark Twain)
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‘I don't want to see a ghost, it's a sight that I fear most, i'd rather have a piece of toast’
Lazy songwriting bastards.
RunDMC had a line so bad it was hilarious. I’m the King of Rock, there is none higher, Sucker MCs should call me Sire, To storm my kingdom you must use fire, I won’t stop rocking till I retire.
Will we storm his kingdom with fire? Nah, he’s retiring in a couple of months.
With or Without You. I have to leave the room immediately. I finished watching 6 or however many series of The Americans a while ago and the closing stages of the last episode were played out to that dirge.
RunDMC had a line so bad it was hilarious. I’m the King of Rock, there is none higher, Sucker MCs should call me Sire, To storm my kingdom you must use fire, I won’t stop rocking till I retire.
Will we storm his kingdom with fire? Nah, he’s retiring in a couple of months.
“Young black and famous with money hangin’ out the anus.” Beat that.
Also includes the line, “we spend cheese in the West Indies.”
Awful dirge at a leaden pace, guitar work that Spinal Tap couldn't have done better as a pastiche and an actual infantile playground taunt employed as a melody. I must admit, having that drivel thrust into my ears took the gloss off our title in 2011.
But worst of all, anything by Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
All reminiscent of shit 18 year old or first year Uni parties and having to get smashed with a bunch of folk that you never really liked from school or your Uni hall.
This, I swear it continues to follow me around, whenever I am in the supermarket, whenever I put the radio on, whenever I go to someones house. I don't know if its his horrendous whiny voice, the lyrics that sound like they're straight off the kind of shit motivational posters you see on old peoples Facebook accounts, or just the irritating tune. But I do truly hate it
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