| Alice Cooper – Steven Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| Listen to the entire album. It's about the babysitter, and he killed the kid... | |
| Adam Sandler – Ode To My Car Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| Fuck all of you. I have a '95 Neon. I win. That car is the biggest mechanical asshole I have ever had the misery of driving. I'd like to get my hands on the engineer that designed this steel turd and kill him. To get it to go 40 mph you have to go with the wind, shut the A/C off and supercharge the little fucker. | |
| AC/DC – The Jack Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| This song is based on a 3 chord progressive blues riff. I have a sister in law, she loves the Carpenters, Elton John, Mariah, Shaniah, and drivel like that. Say's AC/DC has no talent. Recently, she was over. I threw the DVD "AC/DC- Stiff Upper Lip LIVE". The band onstage, (Germany, I think, in front of like, 80,000 people). All I had to say was, "Heh heh.... I win.". | |
| Khia – Lick My Neck, My Back Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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I am a 39 year old father and husband. Recently, we went on a camping excursion. As we were setting up the camper we could hear a deep bass signature from a couple of campsites down. Rhythmic and catchy, but the words hadn't really caught my attention. Yet. "You might roll dubes, you might have g's, but fuck that, nigger, get on your knees..." My eyebrow went us a notch. Whawaztha? Oh, she wouldn't stop... "My neck, my back, my pussy AND my crack". I looked at my wife. "Did she just say what I thought she said?" I asked. My wife was laughing so hard she couldn't reply. Whether the song is appropriate or disgusting, or pick your arguement, there are places you don't play this type of stuff. Not when kids are around. I have no qualms about lyrical content, hell, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but not in public when you run the risk of offending someone. It's simply not good taste. As for the song itself? Well, the key to any good writing is to be specific, I guess Khia gets a gold star for this. As a counterpoint, consider this. When I was small, I would go out every Friday night for dinner with my folks. Usually there was a jukebox, and we would plead for quarters from Ma and Dad to play it. There was only one rule. Only one song on Ma's blacklist. Chuck Berry's "My ding-a-ling". "When I was, a little bitty boy, my Grandmother bought, me a cute little toy... Silver bells hanging on a string, she told me it was my ding-a-ling-a-ling!". 30 years later? First you gotta put your neck into it Ah, don't stop, just do, do it Then you roll your tongue, from the crack back to the front Then ya suck it off til I shake and cum nigga Make sure I keep bustin' nuts nigga Can't WAIT til Ma gets an earful of Khia. She has some apologizin' to do. |
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| Johnny Cash – Folsom Prison Blues Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| This is a great song. From the opening guitar intro to the end of the song. Cash's deep mahogany baritone telling us he "shot a man in Reno.... Just to watch him die", it's impossible not to feel sorry for the character who's sorry set of circumstances led him there. | |
| George Thorogood – One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| I think.... I think it's the delivery of this song that I love so much. He sings in that cigarette-scorched, whiskey-stained voice, and almost slurs the words. His guitar playing snarls with a drunken reckless abandon. Makes you believe that he means what he sings about. | |
| Bob Seger – Turn The Page Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| I like to browse the internet and see what other people say about various things. A lot of times I have been frightened (you oughta see some of the freaks that have left comments about Charles Manson, wow), and other times, just saddened by what I have perceived as the 'younger generation' commenting on classic songs. The people posting for this song? Well, my faith in humanity has been restored. Yes, Seger's original version of this is FAR better than Metallica's. More..... believeable. TSA wrote that James Hetfield sounds as though he is 'forcing the words'?. TSA is being polite. Sounds like Mr. Hetfield is trying to shit a watermelon, somewhat unsuccessfully. Seger sounds believeably road-weary. So the listner can wind up believing Seger, tired, a bit burned-out and missing home, whereas Hetfield is like a Bouvier in a cement-mixer. | |
| Jimmy Buffett – Margaritaville Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| No no no no NO. Cocaine? Do not desecrate a beautiful mind-vacation like Margaritaville by associating it with ANYTHING as trivial and life-wasting as cocaine. Margaritaville is about celebration. "Hey, someone wrecked your car!" Appropriate answer? "So? I'll get another. And while I am at it, I'll have another frozen sumthinorother". "Hey, your Ma/wife/boss/girlfriend/parish priest/vetrinarian called, and they are PISSED-OFF at YOU!". Correct answer? "That's nice. They'll get over it. Hey, are we out of salt for the margarita glasses?". Cocaine? Please. It's about taking yourself 'off the hook', so to speak. It's about..... hanging out, and watching all the bullshit life has to throw kind of go over your head for a bit. You be immersed in it later, just...... not right now. And this is said with the grin that only being pleasantly smashed can provide. I realize that I have gone on too long, and I would stop, but.... I don''t care. In January of 2002 I took my family (Wife, 9 year old son, and myself) to Aruba. The night we left, on the way home from work, I stopped and bought myself a package of twinkies. Golden.... Spongecake! The second day we were there, I pulled up one of those loungers, and slowly ate the twinkies. Essentially, "nibblin' on spongecake". While I was doing this, I honest-to-god watched fellow tourists pouring on the oil. Some, nicer than others. And while this was happening, I had "Margaritaville" on in the cd headphones. If I live to 100, I'll never forget it. Watching my wife laugh, roll her eyes, knowing damn well what I was doing. Do it once, folks. You'll wanna do it again. Thanks for a good song, and better memory, Jimmy. | |
| AC/DC – Stiff Upper Lip Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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It was late on a Saturday night. My wife had already gone to bed, and my young son had been asleep for a while already. I was half dozing on the couch, and thinking of hitting the hay myself. Saturday Night Live was just coming on. "Musical Guests...... AC/DC!" Having been a fan of the band for 20+ years and having had lost touch with them, I was now wide awake. "Fuck!" I thought, "Wow! It would be GREAT to see them!". Went, fixed myself a sandwich, and was all set... Got through the pre-requisite 7 or 8 comedy sketches. "The Rock" came out.... "Ladies and Gentlemen... AC/DC!" Angus' loud, unmistakable rough riff started. "Wow, Brian has put on a few pounds..". "I was out on a drive, on a bit of a trip, lookin' for thrills, ta get me some kicks... Now I warn you ladies, I shoot from the hip, I was born with a stiff (sniff), stiff upper lip". BAM! Phil kicked in, Angus' head rocketed back, the ballcap flew off and all I could think of was "Hot.... Holy.....Shit. Look at the receding hairline on ol' ANGUS!" He looked like someone's weird uncle or something. But you know what? Didn't matter one iota. They rocked heavier than anything out at the time, and anything out now. I've the feeling somehow, that if Angus is ever confined to a wheelchair in his old age, they better have more wheelchairs, because, he is going to wear a lot of them out. And I'll still love them. Rock on, and rock on forever..... Ken. |
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| Jimmy Buffett – Margaritaville Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| There is no sadness to this song. It is about being in a place in your mind. Where nothing is THAT serious, so long as you have booze in the blender. At the end of the song, it is by self admission that it really IS, "His own damn fault". But he certainly doesn't sound too bent out of shape about it. I take it that, while things in the world may be wrong, and life can be littered with strife, right NOW everything is jes' fine..... | |
| Bob Seger – Night Moves Lyrics | 21 years ago |
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Wow... How can I say what this song means to me. I live across the river from Detroit, about a half-hour from where this song was recorded. Each and every time I hear this song, I am immediately transported to one particular time in my life. It was summer of 1985. My girlfriend at the time and I had been at a festival downtown and I kinda brought up the idea of looking at engagement rings. It was my way of proposing. She said yes, and we browsed, I found one, and bought it. Much later that night, I dropped her off, and began my 25 minute ride home. I was in my Dad's 1973 Plymouth Valiant. 2 A.M, at the intersection of Caron Avenue and Riverside Drive. The Detroit skyline off to my left. Christ it was hot. Muggy. The smell of new summer in the air. I have heard Seger perform this live, I have heard it on my zillion-dollar home stereo system, but it never sounded better to me than it did on that AM car radio. The DJ said "CKWW, Radio 580, it's 2 o'clock". Those rich strummed chords, and that husky voice. I sang along, on top of the world. My girl said "yes", and all was right with the world. I am still married to that same girl. We've been through deaths, births, 3 or 4 cars, some fancy vacations, a couple of houses, and that song is still something I hold near to my heart. Seger was right. Indeed... funny how you remember. Peace. |
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| Gordon Lightfoot – The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Lyrics | 21 years ago |
| Well, first of all, it is a song about a FREIGHTER, NOT a tanker. And the slow, funeral like dirge melody brings to mind a cold, slate-grey lake and a sad sense of hopelessness. Lightfoot has painted an aural picture that is hard to forget, and the song endures because of it. The Fitzgerald was lost in a hurricane storm in Canadian waters just shy of Whitefish Bay in Lake Superior on the 10th of November, 1975. The "Musty old Hall in Detroit" mentioned in the song, is Mariners Church at the mouth of the tunnel exit in Detroit. The song pays fitting tribute to real men, doing what a real husband and Daddy should do. Work to provide food for their families. They were killed on the job. Nameless facelless, yet heros nonetheless. | |
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