One awful heavy metal song (sorry, I don’t remeber that much of it, but it’s less than 10 years old. )
*Yeah, they come to snuff the rooster, yeah, yeah
You know he ain’t gonna di-i-e.[i/]
Come to think of it, I’m not sorry at all.
CJ
Her name was Bertha!
Bertha Butt!
One of the Butt sisters!
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it’s a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
[font=arial]YOU’RE NOT TRYING!!![font]
Note: Hitting ‘Stop’ immediately after ‘Submit Reply’ has no effect… :o
Bird, Bird, Bird
The Bird is the word…
(shivers running up my spine)
Nice effort, I guess…
Funniest sound I ever heard
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
But I can’t understand a single word
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Well if he’s serious or if he’s playin’
Woo my my it’s all he’s sayin
Papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
Papa-papa-papa-hoooo
(A papa-oom-mow-mow a papa-oom-mow-mow)
*
pegging the creep-o-meter (and there are 17 more tracks on just THIS CD)
let’s see post count, this thread: hh: 84 Rico: 34 
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You’ll think you’re looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
Although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi
‘Cause it’s never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I’m all about value
Bert Kaempfert’s got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I’d like a stinkin, achin shake
I like vanilla, It’s the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show,
Cause then you’ll know
The Vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it’s so dangerous,
You’ll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you’re funny when you’re mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can’t understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
If I have to be up against a Heathen, I’m glad it’s you! LOL
WHAT was THAT!? (never mind, I’m sure I’d be happier not knowing)
Well! People call me crazy every single day
<Yeah! Looking for a ring dang do>
But I don’t care what the people may say
<No! Looking for a ring dang do>
I don’t know what it looks like or what it can do
I keep looking for that ring dang do
*
p.s. watch the copyright!
Apologies to ** happyheathen ** for skipping out on this little lovefest a few days ago. Taxes, and other nasty obligations, called.
Speaking of nasty, I don’t recall this one:
Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your head? yeah…
Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your mind and your sign?
And-a ooh-ohh
Hey (hey) Nothin’s a matter with your head, baby, find it
Come on and find it
Hell, with it, baby, 'cause you’re fine and you’re mine
And you look so divine
Come and get your love
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy…
They call it mellow yellow (quite rightly)
Donovan?!
gotta watch out for that Sch. A an’ such…
“I think I’m turning Japanese,
I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really THINK SO…”
Last post of mine was an excerpt from “One Week” by the Barenaked Ladies.
Here’s a little older piece for your dreckjoyment…
Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do?
Don’t drink don’t smoke - what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside
(that, dear friends, was ‘Goody Two Shoes’ by Adam Ant - which I BLESSEDLY missed)
now, for pure shock value:
SHE LOVES YOU, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
SHE LOVES YOU, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
And with a Love like that,
you know you should be glaaa-dd…
tomorrow, all…
Rico, you beat me to One Week, but I think we’ve managed to miss this one.
I am the egg man
They are the eggmen
I Am the Walrus
Coo-coo-ca-choo
Just a dang
Sorrry for the stutter. What I was TRYING to say was, JUST A DANG MINUTE on the She Loves You lyrics.
The lyrics are admittedly simple, I will certainly give you that – but they are FAR from “dreck.” Simplicity in itself is not dreckish (no more than complexity is free from the same).
And if we are equating the “yeah, yeah, yeah” with dreck, then every singer who throws in a “yeah” or a “baby” would have to be consigned to dreckdom. And that, I suspect, would leave us with damn near nobody left.
And this ain’t just a boomer-generation issue. My 24-year-old and my 18-year-old are both major Beatles fans. This phenomenon, by the way, is reported by other boomers whose kids have taken them up.
OK, I feel better now. Thanks for letting me vent.
If it’s dreck you want…
It never rains in California
But girl, let me warn ya
It pours - man, it pours
Oh boy are you in for it…Heathen will be all over you, seeing as that song was done back on page 1 or 2…LOL
Here’s one we seem to have missed…
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
**HOMETOWN - **
re-posting the 13[sup]th[/sup] friggin’ song?
dreck is dreck, no matter HOW tasty.
Rico -
ABBA?! Don’t make me get nasty…
Now, from the B-52’s:
Well the Love Shack is a little place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack baby!
Love Shack, that’s where it’s at! Love Shack, that’s where it’s at!
Huggin’ and a kissin’, dancin’ and a lovin’, wearin’ next to nothing
Cause it’s hot as an oven
The whole shack shimmies,
when everybody’s movin’ around and around and around!
Everybody’s movin’, everybody’s groovin’ baby!
Folks linin’ up outside just to get down
Everybody’s movin’, everybody’s groovin’ baby
Funky little shack! Funky little shack!
I actually listened through the entire thing, just for the sake of this thread. How I have suffered for my art!
thirteenth post showing up on page 6. The Shame! The Shame!