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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 11:42:53 GMT -5
I am beyond obsessed with This Bike is a Pipe Bomb, Ghost Mice and Johnny Hobo. The upbeat sound coupled with the generally depressing lyrical themes make for some real catchy stuff. I could totally use some recs from this genre, hint hint.
So yeah. Favourite cocks, albums, lyrics?
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Post by Rural Scum on Feb 3, 2008 16:01:14 GMT -5
This Bike Is a Pipe Bomb, "Defiance, Ohio", Ghost Mice, Mischief Brew, Ahead To The Sea, etc.
All great stuff. I love how all of you douches were like "LAWL DIS IS ST00PID" at first, and then finally gave in, and decided it was wonderful. Asswipes.
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 3, 2008 18:20:50 GMT -5
I think I looked into Defiance Ohio once and deleted it << *shrug* I need to go music lurk again sometime.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 18:43:23 GMT -5
I think it's awesome that Defiance, Ohio has all their shit up for download on their main site.
And Ahead to the Sea annoys the shit out of me. Like, real bad.
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Post by Rural Scum on Feb 3, 2008 18:45:41 GMT -5
You can't appreciate the Celtic Folk Punk stuff. Totally.
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 3, 2008 18:53:38 GMT -5
Don't worry, in like 2 weeks we'll be creaming on it.
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Post by Rural Scum on Feb 3, 2008 18:55:23 GMT -5
Nah. Jaz just doesn't seem to like it. I told her about them weeks ago.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 19:05:46 GMT -5
Jesse, they're fucking annoying. Like, big time annoying.
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Post by Rural Scum on Feb 3, 2008 19:06:50 GMT -5
Jaz doesn't like Irish accents.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 19:17:43 GMT -5
Irish accents are ugly, as are Scottish accents. ANNOYING. That and... I dunno. The music itself just makes me wanna kick people. <_<
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Post by Rural Scum on Feb 3, 2008 19:18:28 GMT -5
You just don't like it. I get it. You like DSBM, so iz all good.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 19:19:33 GMT -5
Are you trying to say that DSBM is bad? I'll deathcrussssshhhh youuuuuuuu >:
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 3, 2008 19:42:25 GMT -5
Lawlcakes.
Yar, Folk be fun.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 3, 2008 23:56:13 GMT -5
This Bike are incredibly fun to sing along to. Especially Hot Diggety. >_>
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 4, 2008 0:03:40 GMT -5
Haha. Most of their songs are a shatgasm to sing to.
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 4, 2008 7:53:49 GMT -5
We were doing this warm up in theater where people were being pushed in randomly to sing whatever song came to mind, and I got pushed in and ended up singing that song and doing this little retarded dance to it. It was awesome. >_____>
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 4, 2008 13:26:02 GMT -5
Bwahaha, nice. Damn I'm tired <<
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 5, 2008 4:49:10 GMT -5
He talks about nothing using too many words. He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs. She acts the rage which is most of her problem. In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
Another Saturday night. Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
I'm spinning in the next room. Slurring along to my isolation At the top of my lungs. I'm sitting here next to you. Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done. I don't want to be anywhere at all. Here or at my house kicking at the wall.
If home is where the heart is Then I live in my upper chest. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer.
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different. And that maybe if we were sober we could explain what this all meant. But pints of Vodka don't write poetry. You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
But I swear to fuck; That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more. And I swear to fuck; That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor. Than the words of Kurt Vonnegut ever could. And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
I'm puking in the next room. Sorry about the carpet, Clean it up or your mom'll be mad. I'm pretending that I'm too good for you. So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
Better to seem like an asshole, Than what you are. The billionth teenage boy with social problems To plays the guitar.
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me. But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
If home is where the heart is Then mine is a cigarette. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer.
I'm not you and that's good enough for me. The only word that I use is fuck, So you can forget the dictionary.
I can't tell what question you're asking. I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
Another Saturday night. I kissed everything on a Saturday night.
I'm bleeding in the next room. Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high. I'm here beating up on you. 'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
If home is where the heart is Then I got evicted this week. I'm gonna drink until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer. I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears Start to taste like the cheap beer.
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Post by Sneaky Hobo on Feb 5, 2008 4:53:19 GMT -5
apathetic/depressive drinking songs ftw
what song?
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Post by Sweet Attack on Feb 5, 2008 7:33:11 GMT -5
This Johnny Hobo song. I liked you to the album, ass. >:
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