I can't believe how many people consider the Ramones to be camp or kitsch.

big_dave wrote:I can't believe how many stupid people consider the Ramones to be camp or kitsch.

fingered your pee-hole.

Mr Van Vliet wrote:
"Her skin is as smooth as the daisies
In the center where the sun shines in
Smiles as sweet as honey
Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in"

Mr Barrett wrote:
"Quiet while I make like a cat"

Both lyrics written by Propagandhi.



Fedallahs Hearse:

As so many practiced diplomats, so too your vaunted laureates, whose access to the higher rungs of the cultural priesthood is hinged upon their flair for sophistry. Well, I vote you the best-equipped to shrink from speech that might suggest any thoughts your key target-market might not have already signed-off on and ratified. And I vote you most likely to clutter your language with so much deadwood that no amount of pruning will reveal your intensive, protracted campaign of saying nothing at all. Your daydreams of black tie affairs at Rideau Hall. Your acceptance speech. Your dramatic pause. Don’t forget to thank those bitter ex-musician cum embedded rock-journalists frantically applauding the latest artist-formerly-known-as iconoclast, giddy from the fumes of a fresh defection, moping to the maudlin beat of a hat rack rhythm section, a tacit understanding of mutual non-aggression enjoyed by every nauseating do-nothing functionary. Really, it’s not so much the incessant ruse of assigning profound meaning to the meaningless curios you decorate your sets with in your extraordinarily mundane fictions. It’s the (colossal) arrogance of the subtext: the province of human affairs is a field best left to dilettantes with an extraordinary gift for the feigning of paralysis. For saying nothing at all. For daydreams of black tie affairs at Rideau Hall. An acceptance speech. Sustained applause.



Rock For Sustainable Capitalism:

I fuckin’ love that one rock video where that fucking jack-ass mohawked millionaire prances around by far the worst sausage party on earth, where by mere chance he’s caught on film shaking hands with an incredibly diverse collection of patriotic skins. I like the message it sends: With a Rebel™ yell, Just Do Exactly What You’re Told. One million douche bags can’t be wrong? “When did punk rock become so safe?” You’ll excuse me if I laugh in your face as I itemize your receipts and PowerPoint your balance sheets. I hear this year’s Vans Warped Tour is “going green!” I guess they heard that money grows on trees. Hope they ship all those shitty bands overseas like they did the factories. Music’s power to describe, compel, renew … It’s all a distant second to the offers you can’t refuse. Anyone remember when we used to believe that music was a sacred place and not some fucking bank machine? Not something you just bought and sold? How could we have been so naïve? Well, I think when all is said and done, just cuz we were young doesn’t mean we were wrong. And I’ll rock back and forth on this two-bit hobbyhorse ’til she splinters and gives way. I’ll tend the flowers by her grave. And whisper her name. If anyone out there understands can I please see a show of hands just so I know I’m not insane? Ever get the feeling you been played? Well, that’s rock for sustainable capitalism and you know, we may face a scorched and lifeless earth, but they’re accountable to their shareholders first. That’s how the world works.

It's as if you were blind and there were no such thing as braille, there are
no boundaries on what I cannot feel, it's like, if you could see only a few things your entire life but were always taught those things wern't real.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.
HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS FUCKIN' BLIND. YOUR WORLD HASN'T TAUGHT ME NOTHING. LOOK AT YOUR WORLD IT TEACHES ME NOTHING.
NOTHING.


she tweaked them a bit for the worse for the album version but Ms. Kathleen Hanna can sure spin a verse when she feels like it

every little thing, every little thing every little every little thing every little thing
every little thing every little thing must go wrong...

Terrainasaur wrote:I apologize in advance for mistakes in the transcription from song to memory to albiniforum.

Dianogah wrote:
And the saddest day
that I have ever seen
is when I kicked the dog
from the house into the rain
as he walked away, I swear I heard him crying
the recipient of a thousand wrongs
I'm sorry

Makes me weep every time.

I'm seeing this two years later, but Terrainasaur if you see this you should read "The Crossing" by Cormac McCarthy. I didn't write those words, but I believe that book is what inspired my bandmate.

Marsupialized wrote:It's as if you were blind and there were no such thing as braille, there are
no boundaries on what I cannot feel, it's like, if you could see only a few things your entire life but were always taught those things wern't real.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.
HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS FUCKIN' BLIND. YOUR WORLD HASN'T TAUGHT ME NOTHING. LOOK AT YOUR WORLD IT TEACHES ME NOTHING.
NOTHING.


she tweaked them a bit for the worse for the album version but Ms. Kathleen Hanna can sure spin a verse when she feels like it

I'm starting to get the feeling that you know her.

Dr. Venkman wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:It's as if you were blind and there were no such thing as braille, there are
no boundaries on what I cannot feel, it's like, if you could see only a few things your entire life but were always taught those things wern't real.
HOW DOES THAT FEEL? IT FEELS BLIND.
HOW DOES IT FEEL? IT FEELS FUCKIN' BLIND. YOUR WORLD HASN'T TAUGHT ME NOTHING. LOOK AT YOUR WORLD IT TEACHES ME NOTHING.
NOTHING.


she tweaked them a bit for the worse for the album version but Ms. Kathleen Hanna can sure spin a verse when she feels like it

I'm starting to get the feeling that you know her.

"Feels Blind" is a really good song.