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I know for fact 5 minutes into Tender Kelt would be in the bar singing....she's my baby, she's my baby, oh my, no one can resist it, I used to think it was the worst song in the World but it's really one of the best ever.

 

Took a genius to write that.

 

THE ACE OF SPADES, et al, just a fucking racket for pimply teenagers to get a hard on over while they think of cutting their wrists. Also a firm favourite for thick teuchters, :)

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I know for fact 5 minutes into Tender Kelt would be in the bar singing....she's my baby, she's my baby, oh my, no one can resist it, I used to think it was the worst song in the World but it's really one of the best ever.

 

Took a genius to write that

 

You need to get yourself into a fecht, you're going soft.

 

THE ACE OF SPADES, et al, just a fucking racket for pimply teenagers to get a hard on over while they think of cutting their wrists. Also a firm favourite for thick teuchters, :)

 

Ace of Spades is a timeless classic, and a timely tribute to a proper Rock n Roller who may not be with us much longer (get him on your dead pool)... these days all the music industry can come up with are androgynous, gender-neutral fuds who couldn't write a song any more than they could handle a bottle of JD.

 

As for the pimply thing, I've been sick as a cunt the last day or so... spent four hours this morning between 6am and 10am sitting on the stairs spewing into a waste-paper basket. And part of this malaise has been me breaking out in plooks like a teenage lassie. Face like a fucking strawberry patch,

 

Anyway, back on topic, anyone who puts on ballads and love songs while they're in the bar, gazing into their mate's eyes, needs a fucking accordion aff the napper, is all I'm saying.

 

:cheers:

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You need to get yourself into a fecht, you're going soft.

 

 

Ace of Spades is a timeless classic, and a timely tribute to a proper Rock n Roller who may not be with us much longer (get him on your dead pool)... these days all the music industry can come up with are androgynous, gender-neutral fuds who couldn't write a song any more than they could handle a bottle of JD.

 

As for the pimply thing, I've been sick as a cunt the last day or so... spent four hours this morning between 6am and 10am sitting on the stairs spewing into a waste-paper basket. And part of this malaise has been me breaking out in plooks like a teenage lassie. Face like a fucking strawberry patch,

 

Anyway, back on topic, anyone who puts on ballads and love songs while they're in the bar, gazing into their mate's eyes, needs a fucking accordion aff the napper, is all I'm saying.

 

:cheers:

 

Coming up to a year since I got knocked out in Poland, not been in a fight since. :trophy:

 

I'm a changed man Kelt, I'm happy to admit I've gone soft.

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Kelt, I'd be interested in what you think that Bastille song is all about, you're a thinker, :)

 

I've thought about it many times.

 

Judging by the video it's about a metrosexual hipster who spent all his cash on a 'studio apartment' which just turned out to be the top floor of an abandoned warehouse.

 

His latent homosexuality becomes clear, even to him, when he chooses to run way from the Japanese lassies rather than having a stab at getting the pair of them to suck his cock in exchange for a couple of lines of whiz.

 

Having ill-advisedly spent all his cash on the top floor of a warehouse all he can afford to drive is some 20 year old ghetto-sled piece of shit.... and it seems the guy making the video had a bunch of black contact lenses lying around an figured it would add profundity to the whole exercise if he got everyone to wear them.

 

I read the lyrics and that doesn't seem to offer much information regarding what's going on... this could be because I'm sick as a cunt and not really in the frame of mind to interpret the lyrics of the most middle of the road song to land on Planet Earth since Travis' 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me', , it could be because there's no deeper meaning to a song that begins "eh oh eh oh eh oh" and everything you need to understand about it could be written on the back of a postage stamp, or of course it could be that I'm simply too thick to figure out the subtext.

 

Tak yer pick.

 

:spanner:

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Judging by the video it's about a metrosexual hipster who spent all his cash on a 'studio apartment' which just turned out to be the top floor of an abandoned warehouse.

 

His latent homosexuality becomes clear, even to him, when he chooses to run way from the Japanese lassies rather than having a stab at getting the pair of them to suck his cock in exchange for a couple of lines of whiz.

 

Having ill-advisedly spent all his cash on the top floor of a warehouse all he can afford to drive is some 20 year old ghetto-sled piece of shit.... and it seems the guy making the video had a bunch of black contact lenses lying around an figured it would add profundity to the whole exercise if he got everyone to wear them.

 

I read the lyrics and that doesn't seem to offer much information regarding what's going on... this could be because I'm sick as a cunt and not really in the frame of mind to interpret the lyrics of the most middle of the road song to land on Planet Earth since Travis' 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me', , it could be because there's no deeper meaning to a song that begins "eh oh eh oh eh oh" and everything you need to understand about it could be written on the back of a postage stamp, or of course it could be that I'm simply too thick to figure out the subtext.

 

Tak yer pick.

 

:spanner:

 

That's pretty much what I thought.

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