nino_savatte
No pasaran!
IMeMine said:Aren't even good at spotting a twat?
Twat? That's you!
IMeMine said:Aren't even good at spotting a twat?
nino_savatte said:Twat? That's you!
This message is hidden because IMeMine is on your ignore list.
IMeMine said:There you go VP. Is that clear enough for you? And, keep out of my posting history you creep.
Belzub said:Oh fuck, don't get me started on System of a Down. So many people I know are always going:
"System of a Down are like, totally classy, cuz they sing about politics and stuff, not like all those other, like, metal bands, who only sing about, like, dragons and demons and stuff. Yeah, yeah. Really classy.
Worthless, pretentious, whiney drivel, for stupid GrungyGothNuMetal teens (ie, most of the people I know).
And Slipknot can fuck off and die too.
nino_savatte said:Right where you belong.
) old granny who insists on showing you photographs of her grandchildren..pk said:RATM piss all over SOAD.
At least they never did that stupid faux operatic bullshit.
And what "message" do SOAD have?
"Everybody going to the party have a real good time"???
Sounds like your standard frat-party Budweiser rock to me... dressed up in that fucking daft shouty death rock that everyone's done to death now anyway.
System of a down - Boom said:I'm walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by T.V.
Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrors filtering information through the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbor, what a guy
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck
4000 hungry children
Leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Why must we kill our own child?
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb

Belzub said:And Slipknot can fuck off and die too.
Belzub said:Oh fuck, don't get me started on System of a Down. So many people I know are always going:
"System of a Down are like, totally classy, cuz they sing about politics and stuff, not like all those other, like, metal bands, who only sing about, like, dragons and demons and stuff. Yeah, yeah. Really classy.
Worthless, pretentious, whiney drivel, for stupid GrungyGothNuMetal teens (ie, most of the people I know).
And Slipknot can fuck off and die too.
nosos said:Am I the only person who thinks RATM are massively over-rated?
SOAD are fucking great though: anyone who doesn't like chop-souey is obviously a cunt.![]()
nosos said:Am I the only person who thinks RATM are massively over-rated?
B.Y.O.B.
Why do they always send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
ViolentPanda said:To be honest I don't think IMeMine is classy enough to be put on "ignore". Its not even up to Dr_Evil standards, and that's saying something.
The low standard of jibe and insult it deploys is akin to being bored to death by a degree educated () old granny who insists on showing you photographs of her grandchildren..
easy g said:Slipknot and SOAD are very different creatures musically
kyser_soze said:Hmm, well those SOAD lyrics you posted look like they were written by an angry 15 year old who's parents JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND, OK? THEY'RE JUST IDIOT VICTIMS, YEAH!! THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND ANY OF IT COS IT'S SO HARD BEING A TEENAGER TODAY!!
Chuck in a throwaway CHomslky reference for intellectua credibility and Robert's your Dad's brother...
In The End
(It starts with)
One thing / I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on / but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I tried
so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing / I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind / I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried / it all fell apart
What it meant to me / will eventually / be a memory / of a time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl
Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear¡*
It’s a holiday in cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife
You’re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you’ll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son¡*.
Is a holiday in cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in cambodia
Where you’ll kiss ass or crack
Pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, pol pot, etc¡*.
And it’s a holiday in cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
Belzub said:Slipknot are complete, utter, mind-boggling shit, the epitomy of everything that's wrong with 90's angst-rock combined with pseudo-death-metal shouting and ridiculous costumes.
System of a Down are also complete, utter, mind-boggling shit, but masquerading as 'intelligent, thought-provoking, politically inspired music'.
If I want politics, I'll take the Exploited.

tarannau said:Garf - those lyrics are shite though. Trite sub 6th former political nonsense, loads of repetition and the kind of head-numbingingly familiar whines only elevated into some semblence of respectability by throwing the odd random/long/made-up and bastardised word in.
Bring back Gil-Scott Heron and the kind of bands who could actually write a political song. Repeating 'Why do they always send the poor' again and again isn't exactly inspirational songwriting - where's the subtlety and insight...