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The Hilarity of the InterWeb...

Song of the Day: The Inflation Kills - Flames On

So indie kids/scensters make their mark on various messageboards about how much better they are than the rest of the drones they would refer to as society. With this being said, some of the comments projected towards others on this board is hilarious! The premise of this particular thread is about the process of songwriting. For example:
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Person A:
I find the poetry format is perfect for writing songs. It incorporates rhyming and also a very strong structered song..

Person B:
Way to go Shakespeare; The poetry format is perfect for writing songs. wow. Yeah I also think that the "art" format is good for drawing pictures.
The poetry format? Could you please tell what that would be?
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Person B takes even further by critiquing Person A's lyrics of a heart-felt descrption of a significant other:

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...yeah I cant wait untill I go into the elitist reflecting douche stage of indieness. anyway can we please stay on the topic at hand...

so this is Pokeys song before:

Quote:
I swear it pours everyday youre away...
I never see the sunset on any day...
I swear it pours everyday youre away...
thats what it is to me...


but before you can say "sur la terre" this song can be increased in both mass and rawkingness. Observe:

I swear it pours everyday youre away...
I never see the sunset on any day...
I swear it pours everyday youre away...
thats what it is to me...

sometimes it makes me wanna say
everything is gonna be okay
and that's when you take it all away
it POURS EVERYDAY YOURE AWAAAAAAAY
i get down on my knees to pray
and tell god take this paaaaain away
but in the dark is where i'll stay
it POURS EVERYDAY YOURE AWAAAAAAY
i swear i'm not really gay
it doesn't matter what your brothers say
they just misunderstood me that day
it POURS EVERYDAY YOURE AWAAAAAAY
I just may.
Let's eat some hay!
Whaddaya say?
The Dodgers play, at Shea!
But not today.
Hey, hey, hey!
everyday...

wow, this stuff really does write itself
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It's hard not to laugh. Full thread can be found here.

There should be a parental advisory sticker on the use of the internet. Definitely not for the weak.

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