dumb indie rock kids are the new mod kids...
and, as a punk,
i hate mods.
if you are a lame-ass indie rock guy, please be advised that i hate you and think you are lame, you sweater wearing motherfucker. your neutered music had no emotion, its as cold and calculated as that trendy look you assembled before you left the house.
why don't you just wear a t-shirt that says "i'm not a real man, i can't fix the toilet or change a light bulb."
when i see dumb indie rock guys dancing with their dumb (but attractive) indie rock girlfriends i want to go dance with their girlfriends and then leave them both, so that the dumb guy realizes how un-hip he really is and the girl realizes how much more fun a crazed, passionate guy who loves his music is than the stunted slab of repression they came with. and then they have to continue in their lame, boring trendy relationship knowing full-well how lame they both are.
fuck your stupid opinions. fuck your pretentious existence.
fuck your refusal to dance to the music you supposedly love.
are you alive or are you just a shell?
way too many fucking people were out at the club last night. gumbercules played "chinese takeaway' by THE ADICTS and "los angeles" by X for me (as well as "oh bondage, up yours" by X-RAY SPEX; so that was kinda cool). but all these dumb fucking hipster people kept getting all up in my grill while i was dancing.
THE ADICTS song is fast as hell and has sing-a-long parts in the chorus so i was dancing fast and having fun (and awesomely enough, so was the usually-not-dancing-so-much TheFullNelson) and these stupid people just kept trying to leave the dance floor THROUGH ME! i hit two or three people with my elbows on accident, because they fucking walked into me. another girl, just flat out walked into me. at this point, there was enough room on the floor to walk AROUND me!!! fucking retarded people, there must've been a discount to get into the club last night if you were incredibly lame, not like last week where the invasion of whitesamurai's bike gang hit the dance floor like a firehose of fun!
i was dancing to the awesomeness that is LE TIGRE and (i know, i know, they are indie-rock-fuckers but the song is catchy) THE POSTAL SERVICE earlier in the night and this dude who looked so fucking out of it kept walking real close to me whenever i jumped or spun or generally looked like i needed room to dance.
i mean, COME ON PEOPLE!!! I AM WEARING A SLEEVELESS PUNK SHIRT I OBVIOUSLY CAME TO THIS CLUB TO THOW DOWN!!! IF YOU ARE GONNA STAND ON THE DANCE FLOOR LIKE A LAME-O HOLDING YOUR BEER AND SORTA BUT NOT REALLY SWAYING YOUR HIPS YOU SHOULD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND LET ME DANCE!!!
this goes double for anyone who doesn't even fake like they are dancing and who just stand on the dance floor having conversations when there is a WHOLE FUCKING CLUB to stand in! its times like that, i wish i was at a punk show where it is completely acceptable to run right into stupid people and knock them down. if you are having a conversation in the dance pit at a punk show WE the dancers are NOT responsible for what happens to you.
ugh, the club was just full of guys who I KNOW have never been able to satisfy a woman in their entire lives. my friend rachel asked me how i know this and i just said "look at them! could any guy wearing a shirt like that know how to treat a woman?"
then, later in this night, this disgusting woman and her sort-of-but not completely gross guy totally stole the only bit of dance space i had (and, not to be rude, but they were occupying WAY more space than me) and the girl was wearing a see-through shirt with a bra
and just sorta doing this dance where she rubbed the front of herself on the guys chest and i just... ugh... i actually turned away with a totally grossed-out face....
people are so lame.
ugh. i'm just in a rant cuz not only did i eat too late last night and didn't feel good dancing (and thus, did not dance up to par) i also had no room to dance and everyone was gross.
thats about all for now, i have some reports to write and when i'm done it should be just about time to see my very cool, extra-special, totally-doesn't-dance-like-a-lame-o, super secret movie-watching guest tonight!
in closing, i offer:
FUCK THE MODS
by THE EXPLOITED
(sung to the tune of a punked-up jingle bells)
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
2 - 3 - 4
Kick a Mod
Kick a Mod
Kick a Mod today
How much fun it is to kick a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kill a Mod
Kill a Mod
Kill a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
FUCKING WANKERS!
and, as a punk,
i hate mods.
if you are a lame-ass indie rock guy, please be advised that i hate you and think you are lame, you sweater wearing motherfucker. your neutered music had no emotion, its as cold and calculated as that trendy look you assembled before you left the house.
why don't you just wear a t-shirt that says "i'm not a real man, i can't fix the toilet or change a light bulb."
when i see dumb indie rock guys dancing with their dumb (but attractive) indie rock girlfriends i want to go dance with their girlfriends and then leave them both, so that the dumb guy realizes how un-hip he really is and the girl realizes how much more fun a crazed, passionate guy who loves his music is than the stunted slab of repression they came with. and then they have to continue in their lame, boring trendy relationship knowing full-well how lame they both are.
fuck your stupid opinions. fuck your pretentious existence.
fuck your refusal to dance to the music you supposedly love.
are you alive or are you just a shell?
way too many fucking people were out at the club last night. gumbercules played "chinese takeaway' by THE ADICTS and "los angeles" by X for me (as well as "oh bondage, up yours" by X-RAY SPEX; so that was kinda cool). but all these dumb fucking hipster people kept getting all up in my grill while i was dancing.
THE ADICTS song is fast as hell and has sing-a-long parts in the chorus so i was dancing fast and having fun (and awesomely enough, so was the usually-not-dancing-so-much TheFullNelson) and these stupid people just kept trying to leave the dance floor THROUGH ME! i hit two or three people with my elbows on accident, because they fucking walked into me. another girl, just flat out walked into me. at this point, there was enough room on the floor to walk AROUND me!!! fucking retarded people, there must've been a discount to get into the club last night if you were incredibly lame, not like last week where the invasion of whitesamurai's bike gang hit the dance floor like a firehose of fun!
i was dancing to the awesomeness that is LE TIGRE and (i know, i know, they are indie-rock-fuckers but the song is catchy) THE POSTAL SERVICE earlier in the night and this dude who looked so fucking out of it kept walking real close to me whenever i jumped or spun or generally looked like i needed room to dance.
i mean, COME ON PEOPLE!!! I AM WEARING A SLEEVELESS PUNK SHIRT I OBVIOUSLY CAME TO THIS CLUB TO THOW DOWN!!! IF YOU ARE GONNA STAND ON THE DANCE FLOOR LIKE A LAME-O HOLDING YOUR BEER AND SORTA BUT NOT REALLY SWAYING YOUR HIPS YOU SHOULD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY AND LET ME DANCE!!!
this goes double for anyone who doesn't even fake like they are dancing and who just stand on the dance floor having conversations when there is a WHOLE FUCKING CLUB to stand in! its times like that, i wish i was at a punk show where it is completely acceptable to run right into stupid people and knock them down. if you are having a conversation in the dance pit at a punk show WE the dancers are NOT responsible for what happens to you.
ugh, the club was just full of guys who I KNOW have never been able to satisfy a woman in their entire lives. my friend rachel asked me how i know this and i just said "look at them! could any guy wearing a shirt like that know how to treat a woman?"
then, later in this night, this disgusting woman and her sort-of-but not completely gross guy totally stole the only bit of dance space i had (and, not to be rude, but they were occupying WAY more space than me) and the girl was wearing a see-through shirt with a bra
and just sorta doing this dance where she rubbed the front of herself on the guys chest and i just... ugh... i actually turned away with a totally grossed-out face....
people are so lame.
ugh. i'm just in a rant cuz not only did i eat too late last night and didn't feel good dancing (and thus, did not dance up to par) i also had no room to dance and everyone was gross.
thats about all for now, i have some reports to write and when i'm done it should be just about time to see my very cool, extra-special, totally-doesn't-dance-like-a-lame-o, super secret movie-watching guest tonight!
in closing, i offer:
FUCK THE MODS
by THE EXPLOITED
(sung to the tune of a punked-up jingle bells)
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
2 - 3 - 4
Kick a Mod
Kick a Mod
Kick a Mod today
How much fun it is to kick a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kill a Mod
Kill a Mod
Kill a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod
Fuck a Mod today
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
Kick him in the head
Beat him in the balls
Jump up on his head
How much fun it is to fuck a Mod until he's dead
FUCKING WANKERS!
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-PT
i cant even go dancing. damn lack of a state or federal ID. damn dirty highschoolers who stole my purse. damn passport agency that thinks i'm selling my passports.
'least you can dance. i have to make due with jammin in my living room.
not cool.
cuz my legs were made for dancing.