please, when you can, take the time to write more about music.

struck upon the sacred cow of indie.

it's you again!
cue 500+ reply thread.

oh hang on, i've remembered who this it

carry on!

You can ignore anything they ever did. It's awful.

Fuck me, i'm all out of enema's!

"Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock
Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock

"you pumpkin pie, Ill jack-off in your eye. climbing shoots and ladders,
While your ego shatters. but you just cant get away"

Yeh, i agree.

Expound or something.

pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.

Yeah man yeah, rock owwwt!!

next please, hopefully with an ounce of imagination

if only we could fly limp bizkit style john otto take'em
to the matthews bridge can you feel it my generation
get up my generation are you ready do you know
where you are welcome to the jungle punk take a look around
it's limp bizkit fuckin' up your town we downloaded the shockwave
for all of the ladies in the cave to get your groove on
and maybe i'm the one who flew over the cukoos nest well guess
who's next generation x, gener-ation strange sun don't even shine
through our window pane so go ahead and talk shit talk shit
about me go ahead and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck until you,
you give a fuck about me and my generation hey kid,
take my advice you don't want to step into a big pile of shit
the captain's drunk your world is titanic floating on the funk
so get your groove on and maybe i am just a little fucked up
life's just a little fucked up generation x,
generation strange sun don't even shine through our window pane
so go ahead and talk shit talk shit about me go ahead
and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck until you,
you give a fuck about me and my generation we don't,
don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck until you,
you give a fuck about me and my generation
who gets the blame you get the blame and i get the blame
who gets the blame you get the blame and i get the blame
but do you think we can fly do you think we can fly
do you thing we can fly well i do, i do. dj leathal,
bring it on so go ahead and talk shit talk shit about me
go ahead and talk shit about my generation cause we don't,
don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck until you,
you give a fuck about me and my generation we don't,
don't give a fuck and we won't ever give a fuck until you,
you give a fuck about me and my generation oh yeah!

Personally, i find In The Aeroplane Over The Sea to be a truly humungous masterpiece filled with soaring lo-fidelity country-folk-rocking Wrestlemania that jumps into my brain and makes me punch the air and shout "JESUS DIED FOR MY SINS ALREADY! YAY!" at my dad.

"so, i listned to the neutral milk hotel" who can't take you seriously?

The best part is I've just read all your prvious threads (very bored, off to watch gardeners world now), and they were good.
These idiots will run and run now you've set them off.

hooray :D

they're shit.

don't know what to say about this

books = good to read and things.

:D

Fred: What's up with this fucking 'Ball Tongue' shit?

Jon: All I needed was a Pepsi...

Fred: You better shut the fuck up, punk.

Jon: Whatever nigga...

Fred: Say what, say what?

Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...

Fred: Say what, say what?

Jon: My band is bigger than yours...

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'. Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to look like Raggedy Ann.

Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??

Jon: Me.

Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.

Jon: Whatever.

Fred: All up in my face with that...

Jon: Are you ready?!?

Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!

Jon: Yeah, baby!

Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's No Place To Hide.

Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk joke is what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.

CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like, oh shit, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.

Fred: Who's hot, who's not?

Jon: You.

Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.

Jon: Fuck you.

Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.

Jon: Get a gay?

Fred: 'Cuz it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.

CHORUS

Fred: You call yourself a singer?

Jon: Yep.

Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.

Jon: Oh cool!

Fred: Your favorite band is winger,

Jon: Winger?

Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite flag is rebel.

Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!

Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.

Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin' butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for your fuckin' nut.

Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?

Jon: Over here.

Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover.

Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.

CHORUS

Jon: and I love you!

Fred: and I want you!

Jon: and I'll suck you!

Fred: and I'll fuck you!

Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!

Fred: and I'll eat you!

Jon: and I lick your little dick motherfucker.

Fred: Say what? Say... what?

Is it possible for one band's music to 'personify' an individual's musical taste?

Is personification not the act of attributing human characteristics to non-human entities?

So...their music 'is' or 'is like' your hatred for indie?

On that account, seems to me that you connect with them pretty well ;)

I'm going to open a hotel. Called The Neutral Milk. Indie fans the world over will come to stay and I'll be rolling in it.

think i'd like neutral milk worst name ever hotel.

but when everyone made a hoo haa over the 10th anniversary of something they did, i got the second album. about anne frank.

and while i don't think they are amazing or that the album is in my new favourite list,

i do really like it. Its crap, but in a kind of nice way. I don't really see why they get hyped so much, and i can't really see why it is popular, but I do quite like it.

Not only does he like HIM, but he plays in SEVERED ARTERY LOL!!1!11