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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2005, 03:37 AM (583 Views) | |
| MaxPower | Jul 25 2005, 03:37 AM Post #1 |
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That right, who do you hate, can't stand, vomit at 1st note. Rolling Stones, i hate then so fucking much, they fucking suck donkey cock. Queen, read above (bohemian rhapsody is the gayest song ever) Pink Floyd, fuck off already More to come because i'm a hate filled person. |
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 25 2005, 06:23 AM Post #2 |
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Now you're boring us
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Pretty much any rap, particularly those that use the word 'Gangsta' in their name or lyrics. |
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| Llamapower | Jul 25 2005, 11:01 AM Post #3 |
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Not The Mama
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Anything that is a result of one of these reality tv pop idol type bollocks. It can all fuck off. |
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| BarrelLifter | Jul 25 2005, 11:40 AM Post #4 |
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Grey Hair Builds Strength... and looks good too!!
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I'll second that!! |
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| Caber McJock | Jul 25 2005, 03:07 PM Post #5 |
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I agree
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Rap. Modern country. Most "classic" rock- The Birds, Yes, Stones, Zeppelin etc. All shit. Oddly enough I like the Doors which most people I know think is crap. Aerosmith. Holy fuck, do I hate Aerosmith. "Pop" punk, like Simple Plan etc. Shit. Nickelback... fuck off already. The Guess Who. I mean they're not bad, but geez do we have to dust these guys off everytime we have some sort of event? Have we not done anything worthwhile musically since then, that this is the best we can put forward? I guess not. |
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| Frozenkilt | Jul 25 2005, 03:35 PM Post #6 |
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Online douche. GOLD! I need more Gold
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U2. I cannot think of a single band or group I hate more than U2. The Beatles. No, really. They suck. Embrace it. Oasis. A bad Beatles copy. See above squared. - Sean |
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| MaxPower | Jul 25 2005, 04:17 PM Post #7 |
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And everything they did individualy after there break up sucked too. |
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| BarrelLifter | Jul 25 2005, 04:34 PM Post #8 |
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Grey Hair Builds Strength... and looks good too!!
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Any TV personality who's released an album. Included are Kathy-Lee Gifford, David Hasselhoff & John Tesh. |
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| TAT 70 | Jul 25 2005, 04:43 PM Post #9 |
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i`ll try the vaseline in the sock tonight
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Someone else who hates the Beatles, i didn`t think anyone else disliked them. Queen are shite aswell. 98% of chart & dance music is crap
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 25 2005, 05:07 PM Post #10 |
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Now you're boring us
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Except John Schneider. He had a few good songs. |
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| Matt Frost | Jul 25 2005, 05:42 PM Post #11 |
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Fuckin' SLAYER!!
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Modern country- anything past 1980. Dreck. Absolute dreck. Boy bands. Pretty much any top-40 music. Boring and formulaic. Contemporary Christian. If God likes this crap send me to hell with Slayer, please. I can't stand this musical saccharine that has all these people in the audience waving their hands like windshield wipers. Polka. Metal-core- where bands mix hardcore and European-style metal, dress in skin-tight shirts and girl's jeans and wear ridiculous hair farms who try to sound so tough and angry. Maybe if you remove the rouge, people might take you more seriously. See bands like: Atreyu, Eighteen Visions, Bleeding Through... I hate Bachmann-Turner Overdrive. Hate them. With a passion. |
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| Mike The Silverback | Jul 27 2005, 02:59 PM Post #12 |
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BTO, U2 especially Bono, coldplay, Eminem, Michael Jackson, Boy bands, The Guess Who The beatles, |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 27 2005, 03:24 PM Post #13 |
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If it's not metal, classic rock, classic country, jazz, blues, or classical, it's crap. By metal I mean actual metal, not 80's hair faggotry or nu-metal Disturbed Godsmack shit. Country is only good if the songs are about drinking yourself to death becuase your wife left you, took your truck, and ran over your dog on the way out. Some things like Digable Planets or Jurassic 5 might be considered rap, but they're alot closer to jazz, so those are in. All gangsta rap, pop, self-righteous punk rock, christian rock, easy listening, and the Beetles can fuck off. The best band in the world is Opeth. |
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| MaxPower | Jul 27 2005, 04:04 PM Post #14 |
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Follower of Branigann's Law
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"I Fuckin Hate You" is a pretty good song. |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 27 2005, 04:57 PM Post #15 |
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Never heard that one. If you're looking for hateful music check out "Hate Song" on The Haunted's first album. |
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 27 2005, 04:57 PM Post #16 |
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You Never Even Called Me By My Name==David Allan Coe Well it was all that I could do to keep from cryin' Sometimes it seemed so useless to remain But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin' You never even call me by my name You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings And you don't have to call me Charley Pride And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore Even though you're on my figtin' side And I'll hang around as long as you will let me and I never minded standing in the rain But you don't have to call me darlin' darlin' you never even call me by my name Well I've heard my name a few times in your phonebook (hello hello) And I've seen it on signs where I've played But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe Is when Jesus has his final judgement day So I'll hang around... (Well a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song And he told me it was the perfect country and western song I wrote him back a letter and told him It was not the percfect country and western song Because he hadn't said anything at all about mama Or trains or trucks or prison or gettin' drunk Well he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent it to me And after reading it I realized That my friend had written the perfect country and western song And I felt at last obliged to itself the last verse goes like this here) Well I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison And I went to pick her up in the rain But before I could get to the station in a pickup truck She got run'd over by a damned old train And I'll hang around... |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 27 2005, 06:13 PM Post #17 |
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Beautiful Here's another classic THE WINNER Recorded by Bobby Bare Written by Shel Silverstein The hulk of a man with a beer in is hand Looked like a drunk old fool And I knew if I hit him right Why I could knock him off-a that stool But ever'body they said "Watch out, Hey, that's Tiger Man McCool" He's had a whole lot of fights And he's always come out a WINNER Yea!, he's A WINNER. But I'd had myself about five too many And I walked up tall and proud I faced his back and I faced the fact That he had never stooped or bowed I said, "Tiger Man, you're a pussycat" And a hush fell on the crowd I said let's you and me go outside and see Who's A WINNER. Well, he gripped the bar with one big hairy hand And he braced against the wall He slowly looked up from his beer My God, that man was tall He said boy, I see you're a scrapper So just before you fall I'm gonna tell you just a little 'Bout what it means to be A WINNER. He said "Now you see these bright white smiling teeth You know they ain't my own Mine rolled away like chicklets Down the street in San Antone But I left that person, cursin' Nursin' seven broken bones And he, uh, only broke, uh, three of mine That makes me THE WINNER." He said "Now behind this grin, I got steel pins That holds my jaw in place A trophy of my most successful Motorcycle race And each morning when I wake and touch This scar across my face It reminds me of all I got by being A WINNER." "Now this broken back was a dying act Of a handsome Harry Clay That sticky Cincinnati night I stole his wife away But that woman she gets uglier And she gets meaner every day But I got her, boy that's what makes me A WINNER He said "You gotta speak loud when you challenge me son 'Cause it's hard for me to hear With this twisted neck and these migrane pains And this big old cauliflower ear And if it wasn't for this glass eye of mine Why, I'd shed a happy tear To think of all you're gonna get By being A WINNER." I got ar-th-rit-ic elbows, son I got dislocated knees From pickin' fights with thunderstorms And chargin' into trees And my nose's been broke so often I might lose it if I sneeze And son, you say you still wanna be A WINNER." "Now you remind me a lot of my younger days With your knuckles a-clenchin' white But boy, I'm gonna sit right here And sip this beer all night And if there's somethin' that you gotta gain or prove by winnin' some silly fight Well, OK, I quit, I lose You're THE WINNER." Oh, I stumbled from that barroom Not so tall and not so proud And behind me I still hear the hoots and laughter of the crowd But my eyes still see and my nose still works And my teeth are still in my mouth And you know, I guess that Makes me THE WINNER. |
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 27 2005, 06:39 PM Post #18 |
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Long Haired Red Neck Artist - David Alan Coe Country dj's knows that I'm an outlaw. They'd never come to see me in this dive. Where bikers stare at cowboys, Who are laughin' at the hippies, Who are prayin they'll get out of here alive. The loudmouth in the corners gettin' to me Talkin 'bout my earrings and my hair. I guess he ain't read the signs that say I've been to prison, But someone ought to warn him Before I knock him off his chair. 'Cause my long hair just can't cover up my redneck. I've won every fight I've ever fought. And I don't need some turkey telling me that I ain't country. Sayin' I ain't worth the damned 'ol ticket that he bought. 'Cause I can sing all them songs about Texas And I still do all the sad ones that I know. They tell me I look like Merle Haggard And sound a lot like David Allan Coe. And the barmaid in the last town that we played in Knew the words to every song I'd wrote. She said Jimmy Rabbit turned her on to my last album Just about the time the jukebox broke. Yeah, Johnny Cash helped me get out of prison, Long before Rodriga stole that goat. I've been a rhinestone cowboy for so long I can't remember. And I can do ya every song Hank Williams ever wrote. And I can sing all them song about Texas And I still do all the sad ones that I know. I can't help it I look like Merle Haggard And I sound a lot like David Allan Coe But these country dj's all think I'm an outlaw. They'd never come to see me in this dive Wher bikers stare at cowboys who are laughin' at the hippies Who are prayin' they'll get out of here alive. The loud mouth in the corner's gettin' to me, Talkin 'bout my earrings and my hair. |
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| MaxPower | Jul 27 2005, 06:55 PM Post #19 |
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Fuck You- DamagePlan FUCK YOU I'M THROUGH I WANT NOTHING MORE FROM YOU MY SANITY IS WEARING THIN IRATE, I HATE YOU DETERMINED YOUR OWN FATE NOW EVERYTHING IS CAVING IN FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU! FUCK THIS, ALL OF THIS BITCH AND MOAN AND BLEED AND PISS SECONDS AWAY FROM GOIN' DOWN GO AHEAD AND PUSH ME YOUR FAKERY, YOUR BUTCHERY IS NOTHING COMPARED TO MY HATE FOR YOU FUCK YOUR APATHY AND FUCK YOUR EMPATHY AND FUCK YOUR NIHILISM, TOO FUCK YOUR BITTER PILLS, TAKE EM ALL, YOU NEVER WILL BUT MOST OF ALL.......FUCK YOU! NOTHING CHANGES, NOTHING FAZES, NOTHING STAYS THE SAME FUCK YOUR POWER TRIP AND FUCK YOUR ATTITUDE AND FUCK YOUR BLOATED EGO TOO FUCK YOUR HISTORY, YOUR TRAGEDY, YOUR MISERY BUT MOST OF ALL....... MOTHERFUCKER FUCK YOU! |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 27 2005, 07:09 PM Post #20 |
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The Haunted Hate Song Two and twenty for the hole in you. A meat cleaver comb to run you through. Lethal gas will make you cough. A car crash scene to finish it off. Pain! True definition-Truth is pain-Truly addicted. So don't you worry about your earthly rest, I'll dig the fucking hole myself. Pain! Truly addicted-Life is pain-I am addicted-to this pain…Hate song!…(I live to bury you)…Stabbing and shooting and ripping the life out of you. I get off and I wish that you could too! Open chest tickle will quiver your bones. Just lay back and chill. ´cos I run this show. Pain! Truly addicted-Life is pain-Life is infected-by this pain……Hate song!…(I live to bury you)…There's no need to explain, you know who you are. I deliver the pain, I'm the baddest by far…Die onehundredthousand times, One million ways to…Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate song! Lifelong! Hate song! |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 27 2005, 07:17 PM Post #21 |
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Bloodbath Mass Strangulation 40 people or more - tied to hands and feet awaiting strangulation - darkening deceit rope around the neck - eyes falling out slow extreme asphyxiation - blackened murder flow your eyes start to spray, panic in dismay deathwish appearing fast insanity supreme, praying to be free guts explode in a blast gasping for breath as you faint into death black hallucinations and shadows ahead severed and maimed, body is drained swarming of flies round the dead bodies split in five - bodies float in carnage mass strangulation hysteric conjuration macabre infestation worship defecation soul evisceration death hallucination malignant humiliation ritualistic suffocation |
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 28 2005, 03:53 AM Post #22 |
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American Dream -- Hank Williams, Jr. Too many lawyers in football Baseballs gotta few The pitcher got a million dollars and the quarterback he got 2 Pitcher threw his arm away and the quarterback burned his knee And this they did so they could live the american dream Now there are some preachers on tv with a suit and a tie and a vest they want you to send your money to the lord but they give you their address Cause all of your donations are completely tax free God bless you all but most of all send your money Do you really want it? Do you really need it? Ya gotta keep on grindin just ta try ta keep it Ya got no time for yourself ya got more ba roe jim beam Your goin crazy dreamin The american dream Reagan is a cuttin the budget makin the democrats scream Says we gotta control inflation Quit spendin our money on everything But this years tax increase why its the biggest in history Round and a round we go where we stop who knows The american dream Do you really want it? Do you really need it? Ya gotta keep on grindin just ta try ta keep it We got no time for ourselves ya got more ba roe jim beam Your goin crazy dreamin The american dream Your goin crazy dreamin The american dream Hail to the chief he he hell yeah he he |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 28 2005, 01:06 PM Post #23 |
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C.W. McCall Classified I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One-four-oh, ring two, and ask for Bob." Well, I called Bob up on the telephone, he says, "Hello, this is Bob speakin'." I says "This here the Bob got the pickup truck for sale?" He says, "Yeah." I says, "Where are ya?" He says, "Fourteen east on County 12, turn right on the one-lane gravel road, you can park in the yard, beware of the dog, wipe your feet off, knock three times, and bring your billfold." Well, I tooled on east on County 12, turned right on the one-lane gravel road, and I parked in the yard and a German shepherd come out and grabbed onto my leg. Then I knocked three times and wiped my feet, the dog let go and the screen door opened and Bob come out and says "Whaddya want?" I says, "Come to see your truck." He says, "Follow me. Come on, Frank." (Dog's name is Frank.) Well, we all went past the chicken house, through the hog pen, down to the tractor shed, and then wound up in back of the barn in a field of cowpies. And settin' right there in a pool of grease was a half-ton Chevy pickup truck with a 1960 license plate, a bumper sticker says "Vote for Dick" and Brillo box full of rusty parts, and Bob says "Whaddya think?". Well, I kicked the tires and I got in the seat and set on a petrified apple core and found a bunch of field mice livin' in the glove compartment. He says, "Her shaft is bent and her rear end leaks, you can fix her quick with an oily rag. Use a nail as a starter; I lost the key. Don't pay no mind to that whirrin' sound. She use a little oil, but outside a' that, she's cherry." I says, "What'll take?" He says, "What've you got?" I says, "Twenty-eight dollars and fifteen cents." He says, "You got a deal. Sign here, I'll go get the title and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog pen into the yard. Well, Frank jumped in and bit my leg and I beat him off with a crowbar. He jumped on out and the door fell off and the left front tire went flat. I jacked it up and patched the tube and Frank tore a piece of my shirt off. Then Bob come out and called him off and says "You better'd get on out of here." I went left on the one-lane gravel road, went fourteen west on County 12. Took two full quarts of forty-weight oil just to get her to the Conoco station. And I pulled up to the Regular pump and then Harold Sykes and his kid come out. He says, "I've seen better stuff at junkyards and where'd you ever get that truck?" I says, "That's a long story, Harold. I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks..." |
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| spacemountain2000 | Jul 28 2005, 02:03 PM Post #24 |
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He Stopped Loving Her Today, George Jones He said I'll love you 'til I die She told him you'll forget in time As the years went slowly by She still preyed upon his mind He kept her picture on his wall Went half crazy now and then He still loved her through it all Hoping she'd come back again Kept some letters by his bed Dated 1962 He had underlined in red Every single I love you I went to see him just today Oh but I didn't see no tears All dressed up to go away First time I'd seen him smile in years (Chorus) He stopped loving her today They placed a wreath upon his door And soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her today (Spoken) You know she came to see him one last time Oh and we all wondered if she would And it kept running through my mind This time he's over her for good (Repeat Chorus) |
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| sqeezemasterflash | Jul 28 2005, 04:32 PM Post #25 |
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Anthrax NFB We fell in love at first sight I can't explain the feelings When I first saw you We were so happy A life of love sweet honeychild You'll always be mine But then I played the fool I never meant to hurt you Or sleep with your friends We reconciled we found ourselves Our love was meant to be Oh, baby can't you see You left me standing in the mind Crying to myself A heart so full of pain But we full in love again This time forever True love prevails over all She got hit by a truck |
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