And where can I get a pair that DO lie?!?!? While I have no real beef (or chorizo) with Shakira...this song is so lame, lyrics wise. And yet, when it's being XM'd into SV's car and can't help but whip out my best goat like, quivering voice and sing along.
Music is an amazingly manipulative tool. Just ask the people that cry every Sunday bc there are some killer power chords in another lame-oh song. I realize there is an element of conviction and spiritual canoodling with the Big Man, and people cry bc of that too...So, there's my disclaimer.
I'm gonna go to my parents church next weekend after I come back from a weekend of shacking in Scottsdale, grab the mic and belt out Aish Tamid...just to see what happens! My dad would love it. He's probably to oldest gentile that listens to Matis, but that's what I love about that man.
Another song with ridiculous lyrics that I love...Smells Like Teen Spirit. "A mullato, an albino, a mosquito, my libido...Yeah". WTF. This is a band that defined a generation and gave guys everywhere an excuse not to bath or cut their hair!!! And all with ridiculous lyrics. However, any time I'm flipping radio stations and I hear it....I stay on that song and sing along at the top of my lungs. Humans are weird.
PS-I got reemed for not saying thank you to GB for his latest installment of photoshopped masterpieces...So, here are the pics that I've titled, "Every action has a reaction". Thanks GB.
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My hips lie. I'm really not this fat. :)
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