So i'd really like to take a positive outlook for this new year but that seems highly unlikely, especially because i spent the holiday watching women i would bow down to get treated like shit by guys who know less than a fruit roll up. ( By the way fruit roll ups have little bits of knowledge for growing children to absorb while consuming massive amounts of sugar, It was the holidays i was around kids) Shit like that seems to piss me off more than any dumb fat person or fan of Fall Out Boy, it's just not rite.
But on lighter and yet still bitter topic, as i've been driving around this past week for my job, i have began to scan the radio because it's slightly entertaining, and yet it's almost as bad a television, but there aren't any attractive people to distract you from the fact that your watching garbage. But, and i want to preface this by saying that the song is quite catchy, that being said, Finger Eleven's Paralyzed is quite possibly one of the most ridiculous things i've ever herd. Here are actual lyrics from this song:
i hold on so nervously to me and my drink
i wish it was cool in me
(Seriously? )
but so far has not been good
it's been shitty
(These aren't even sentences)
and I feel awkward as I should
(Not even close)
this club has got to be most pretensiously
since I thought you and me
(It's like we're just sticking words together at this point, they don't really have to fit or sound well together)
well I am imaging a dark lit place
or your place or my place
I'm gonna leave the chorus alone because honestly it's to catchy to even think about. But just listen to this line from the second and only other verse:
this club will hopefully be closed in three weeks
that would be cool with me
( just say that out loud, that is an awful line, and furthermore, of what value or worth is it?)
Which leads to the point i'm trying to make but as it is me i feel mini rants are essential to my point. Why is it that there is a whole swarm of the listening public of today who actually don't care what the words say, or if they mean absolutely anything at all, so long as there's a catchy beat, and sexual undertones. Seriously what is stopping me from combining random words together in a dyslexic stream of consciousness ? Come on lets not cut this aspect of music totally out of the business. Please . . . obviously i can't do anything about it, but it's kinda sad, and sort of upsetting, just wanted to share. Oh well.
But hey its a new year i'm sure things are on their way up.
Who am i kidding
Peace Everyone.
But on lighter and yet still bitter topic, as i've been driving around this past week for my job, i have began to scan the radio because it's slightly entertaining, and yet it's almost as bad a television, but there aren't any attractive people to distract you from the fact that your watching garbage. But, and i want to preface this by saying that the song is quite catchy, that being said, Finger Eleven's Paralyzed is quite possibly one of the most ridiculous things i've ever herd. Here are actual lyrics from this song:
i hold on so nervously to me and my drink
i wish it was cool in me
(Seriously? )
but so far has not been good
it's been shitty
(These aren't even sentences)
and I feel awkward as I should
(Not even close)
this club has got to be most pretensiously
since I thought you and me
(It's like we're just sticking words together at this point, they don't really have to fit or sound well together)
well I am imaging a dark lit place
or your place or my place
I'm gonna leave the chorus alone because honestly it's to catchy to even think about. But just listen to this line from the second and only other verse:
this club will hopefully be closed in three weeks
that would be cool with me
( just say that out loud, that is an awful line, and furthermore, of what value or worth is it?)
Which leads to the point i'm trying to make but as it is me i feel mini rants are essential to my point. Why is it that there is a whole swarm of the listening public of today who actually don't care what the words say, or if they mean absolutely anything at all, so long as there's a catchy beat, and sexual undertones. Seriously what is stopping me from combining random words together in a dyslexic stream of consciousness ? Come on lets not cut this aspect of music totally out of the business. Please . . . obviously i can't do anything about it, but it's kinda sad, and sort of upsetting, just wanted to share. Oh well.
But hey its a new year i'm sure things are on their way up.
Who am i kidding
Peace Everyone.