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Michelle
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posted 17 February 2007 10:00 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I found an old thread but it was locked for length.

Anyhow, I was just listening to "Da Da Da" for the first time since, oh, I don't know, the 80's. Wow, is that ever a dumb song. But damn, it's catchy!

Ich lieb Dich nicht, du liebst mich nicht. Uh-huh. Da da da.

[ 17 February 2007: Message edited by: Michelle ]


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Michelle
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posted 17 February 2007 10:15 PM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Holy crap. This video takes a long time to load for me because I have a connection that seems to get slower and slower every day. And I didn't see the part of the video where someone throws a knife at a woman and hits her in the back!

Crap. Well, I guess I'll take that out. Too bad, because it's a funny song. But that's a little too graphic for my liking.


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head
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posted 20 February 2007 01:06 AM      Profile for head        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Courtesy of Nickelcrap:


I like your pants around your feet
And 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

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed
While you put me to the test
I like the white stains on your dress

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self-respect
While you passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)

I like your pants around your feet
And 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

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out
(Now I did, you wonder why)
(Why not before, you never tried)
(Gone for good, and this is it)


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Michelle
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posted 20 February 2007 03:52 AM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Ew. That IS gross. Is the song catchy?
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Catchfire
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posted 20 February 2007 06:09 AM      Profile for Catchfire   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Is "Da Da Da" a dumb lyric? I always thought it was epic in its sparseness. It captured the emotional wasteland that was the 80s, yet emoted this intense desire for something real. I am being totally serious. I love that song.

I think some of the best lyrics are simple, almost meaningless sometimes. A well placed "oh yeah" (Like, for instance, smack in the middle of Primal Scream's "Loaded" off the brilliant Screamadelica) gives me chills. One of my favourite lyrics ever is "And the coloured girls go: doot de doot doot doot de doot doot doot, etc."

"Gimme Danger, littler stranger"? I mean that's so stupid, but equally totally awesome.


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posted 20 February 2007 07:34 AM      Profile for head        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
It was a fairly big single, although I'm still not sure why. Completely rehashed Bon Jovi hooks from the eighties with a modern sound and awful lyrics.

I'm so happy you brought up Da, Da, Da. I just watched the video after having forgotten about the song for years. Compared to the Nickleback lyrics, I think it might be a form of German haiku.


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head
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posted 20 February 2007 07:43 AM      Profile for head        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Sorry for the double post, but I really can't help myself on this one, and it's not even about Quebec linguistic legislation, if you can believe it. Here is worse:

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ices.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin' fly
Brother I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love),
My hump, my hump, my hump (love),
My humps they got you,

She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).
My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I'm really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin' at my lump, lump.
You can look but you can't touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don't want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy,
You ain't my man, boy,
I'm just tryn'a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My lovin' got you,

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.


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oreobw
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posted 20 February 2007 08:24 AM      Profile for oreobw     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I bet most of you guys don't remember this one. The song was very catchy as I recall but the lyrics were a bit repetitive:

THE TRASHMEN (GARRETT 4002, 1963)

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a...

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody's talking about the bird!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word
A-well-a bird...

Surfin' bird
Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb... [retching noises]... aaah!

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-oom-oom-oom
Oom-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-a-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Papa-oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Oom-oom-oom-oom-ooma-mow-mow
Ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow
Papa-ooma-mow-mow, ooma-mow-mow
Well don't you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird's the word

Papa-ooma-mow-mow, papa-ooma-mow-mow


Good thing this site doesn't have a spelling checker.

[ 20 February 2007: Message edited by: oreobw ]


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Michelle
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posted 20 February 2007 08:36 AM      Profile for Michelle   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Hee. I like that song. It's fun. (To be clear, I really like Da Da Da too - I feel kind of the way Catchfire does about it.)

My father came with me to church one time back when I attended regularly and he didn't (now it's the other way around), and the reading was from the Gospel of John, chapter 1. I don't feel like looking up the exact quote, but the opening line was something like, "In the beginning there was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God."

So my father leans over to me and starts singing in a low whisper, "Everybody's heard about the Word...bird's the Word..." He was just doing it to crack me up during a quiet part of the service, and it worked!


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Papal Bull
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posted 20 February 2007 10:11 AM      Profile for Papal Bull   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
All things considered its not a bad lyric, per se, but I always found it funny. In the Scorpions power ballad, Wind of Change, one of the final lines is "let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say". Followed by a guitar solo. I don't quite get it. Clearly, if he were Peter Frampton then his guitar would say something, but instead the guitar sings. Why not have a balalaika solo?
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Olly
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posted 20 February 2007 11:09 AM      Profile for Olly     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
I love Oasis, but I could never figure out this lyric:

"Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannonball"


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Stargazer
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posted 20 February 2007 11:46 AM      Profile for Stargazer     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
quote:
Compared to the Nickleback lyrics, I think it might be a form of German haiku.

Hahahahahaha. Oh man I can't stand Nickleback!


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Catchfire
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posted 20 February 2007 12:20 PM      Profile for Catchfire   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Nickleback suck so hard they bend light. I can't even believe they're on a thread with Lou Reed and Iggy Pop. Or Trio, for that matter.
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posted 20 February 2007 12:34 PM      Profile for head        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Yes, but they're up there in the shitty lyrics department.
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posted 20 February 2007 12:36 PM      Profile for -=+=-   Author's Homepage        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
My favourite has always been from the AC/DC classic "Touch Too Much":

quote:
She had the body of Venus with arms.

Complete Lyrics

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posted 20 February 2007 12:47 PM      Profile for head        Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Classic Bon Scott!
How about
"Can you smell that smell, can't you smell that smell?"
from Skynyrd.
That Smell
Edited to add that the word has now lost all meaning, and judging from my wrong rendition of the lyrics, it has also inflamed my dyslexia.
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posted 20 February 2007 02:46 PM      Profile for Vansterdam Kid   Author's Homepage     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys - 'Get Low'

It includes classic lines like this:

quote:
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

There's more, but I'm not going to quote it all.

Is it catchy? Uhh...it can be...if you don't really pay attention to the lyrics.


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jrose
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posted 20 February 2007 03:52 PM      Profile for jrose     Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Who could forget this one!

quote:
Artist: The presidents of the united states of america
Song: Peaches
Album: The Presidents Of The United States Of America

Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

Take a little naps where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman,
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for it to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!



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