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No wave

A lame genre of Punk rock that started in the late 1970’s.

It sucks even more than Punk rock itself. And totally lacks any musical merit…many nerdy INTP marxist pseudo-intellectuals think this is good music, when in reality it is really just another infinitesimal watered down form of music and pointless post modernist subgenre belonging to the post WW2 counter culture realm. Post-modernism sucks.

I’m an INTJ and I’d rather listen to corporate rock than this poop. No wave music stinks to high heaven.
No wave music sucks, in my opinion I find their music to be very uncreative…
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Solitaire

I still remember how much I used to need you
Tried so hard to please you, but you didn't need me
You knew I loved you, knew I always would be there
You just did what you wanted, you didn't care

Solitaire, it gets so lonely
Solitaire, you want to hold me
Don't wait up, 'cause babe, I won't be there
Solitaire, solitaire, solitaire

Solitaire, see what it's like now
Solitaire, to cry all night now
Solitaire, see how it feels to bear

Solitaire, it gets so lonely
Solitaire, you want to hold me
Don't wait up, 'cause babe, I won't be there
Solitaire (solitaire, solitaire)
All the cards were held by you
There was nothin' I could do
All those nights I sat alone, starin' at the telephone
Wonderin' were you ever comin' home

Solitaire, it got so lonely
Solitaire, no one to hold me
Where were you when I played solitaire?

It took some time but I stopped thinkin' about you
Started livin' without you, now look who's back here
You've had a change of heart, well, mine just couldn't wait, no no
You found out you loved me just a little too late

Once the cards were held by you
Now there's nothin' you can do
All those nights you sit alone, starin' at the telephone
Wonderin' if I'm ever comin' home

Solitaire, see what it's like now
Solitaire, to cry all night now
Solitaire, see how it feels to bear
by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 9, 2021
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Ball of Confusion

One, two, one, two, three, four, ow
People moving out, people moving in
Why, because of the color of their skin
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Vote for me and I'll set you free
Rap on, brother, rap on
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher
And it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration
Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation
Ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey hey
The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities ablaze in the summer time
And oh, the beat goes on
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything
And the band played on
So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows
Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey
Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation
And the band played on
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war
And the band played on
Great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Sayin' ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin', ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Ball of confusion
by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker December 26, 2021
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Mother Earth, Father Thunder

My lightning conceived was I
The stars above became my eyes
Overgelmer flows in my veins
My hair the mist across the never ending nameless lake
By womb of soil, the moist of dew
Born when sun was high, the day was new
And the raven soared high up in clear sky
The lamb will speak to you, when your heart is pure
And you were made by

Mother Earth, Father Thunder

This heart winged, I am eagles son
Through storm and syite, untouched, it is pounding on
This sword, forged in fire and ice
The runes that trail its blade can be seen but by my two eyes

As if written in the snow, the lies, shall melt away
By the wheel of sun to cross the sky this day
Shadows may lay heavy upon the earth
But the truth, cut deep in stone, will last
Till the heavens comes tumbling down upon this world

Mother Earth, Father Thunder
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I want to get stuck up your butthole

This means you like someone. Duh.
Oh Lisa, you are so fucking fine. I want to get stuck up your butthole.
by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker November 9, 2020
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Cherry cigar

The more I smoke the more I get high

Better than drinking alcohol, wait I’m not so sure about that
by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker November 9, 2020
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Y?!

Bekuz i do
Dear god why did I have to be such a barney lover

Y?! Y y y?????????? Why
by Zatarain’s Root Beer Drinker November 9, 2020
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