Why The Hell Did They Write A Song About That?
|December 7, 2011||Posted by billyrob under pop culture||
Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head
You’re kidding, right?
Get an umbrella, take cover somewhere or just deal with it. End of story.
(Maybe a little rain would bother me too if my first name was “B.J.”)
Last Train To Clarksville:
Last train, first train, any train…nothing that important or urgent ever happens in Clarksville, wherever the hell it is.
Have You Ever Seen The Rain:
How pathetic and simple do rock stars think we are? I’m surprised the follow up single wasn’t “Have You Ever Eaten Food?”
Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag
Big deal…I have a brand new lamp. And I’m not bragging about it.
I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For:
I still haven’t found my baseball cards from when I was a kid, but you don’t see me whining, Mr. Bono.
Mr. Tambourine Man:
What was Dylan thinking?
A tambourine man can’t actually play a song. He plays along to a song.
The rule is it’s not a real instrument if you don’t have to learn how to play it. (See maracas and the triangle)
You Can’t Always Get What You Want:
Really? Didn’t we all learn this by the age of 3? You’re wasting our time.
Should I Stay Or Should I Go:
Make a decision, buddy. Is it a matter of life or death? I don’t think so.
(BTW: I ask myself that whenever I’m at a baseball game and there is a rain delay.)