Re: Admit Something
Posted: Sun July 09, 2023 9:36 pm
Okay that last part was vegan rage bait. I don't give a fuck about cows.
I think a lack of consistency is the only reason people think they suck. Their highs are super high. At a certain point they just... kept churning out shit. If you judge them on their 90's output alone, they're pretty baller.tree_ wrote:i mean, they consistently put out really good songs but for some reason most people seem to think they suck
Sounds a lot like another band we all knowEllo Sailor wrote:I think a lack of consistency is the only reason people think they suck. Their highs are super high. At a certain point they just... kept churning out shit. If you judge them on their 90's output alone, they're pretty baller.tree_ wrote:i mean, they consistently put out really good songs but for some reason most people seem to think they suck
I'd never heard this before, sounds like a lame rewrite of "A Whiter Shade of Pale"tree_ wrote:
yeah it's their worst album.. it was a funny quote from that SNL Weezer skitJorge wrote:I've listened to Raditude. I should have listed "If You're Wondering If I Want You To" as one of the songs I like. Everything else on that album is really bad
tree_ wrote:Just grow up and listen to Raditude
Make up your mindtree_ wrote:yeah it's their worst albumJorge wrote:I've listened to Raditude. I should have listed "If You're Wondering If I Want You To" as one of the songs I like. Everything else on that album is really bad
One of the few bands where I change the station when they come ontree_ wrote:I really like Weezer. Been listening through all their albums lately
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
I watch the local news every morning and lots of people get shot in fife and tacoma...E.H. Ruddock wrote:Move to Fife.