Tuesday, August 24, 2004

b a d lyrics

I wish I could write songs. But alas my descriptive capabilities fail me. Plus I can't play a note. But some people are like me and STILL manage to make millions. Take the super ugly Chad from Nickelback. He has women falling at his feet literally according to his lyrics

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favourite damn disease

This is their new song I just heard on Kerrang. Hmmm not quite girl power is it?. He should be damned grateful he's got a girl on her knees. I wouldn't touch him with my union jack umbrella.

Avril Lavigne is also driving me nuts. The girls REFUSE to allow her off the car stereo and I find myself singing her lyrics all day at work. Which is awful, 'he was a bloody skater boy indeed' but one of her 'cool' lyrics always makes me laugh.

Try to tell me what I shouldn't do
You should know by now,
I wont listen to you
Walk around with my hands up in the air
Cause I don't care
(Care)

Since when has walking around with our arms in the air signified 'we don't care'? I'm gonna try it on Thursday. 'Freak out and let it go' Walk around London with my arms in the air and, hey world 'fuck you' , cos I simply don't care. (plus I look like a tosser)

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