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My office is laughing at me.
My co-worker has the Peter, Paul and Mary Platinum COllection CD and I borrowed it and put it in. And I'm singing along and they're laughing.
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pout
My office is laughing at me.
My co-worker has the Peter, Paul and Mary Platinum COllection CD and I borrowed it and put it in. And I'm singing along and they're laughing.
I think it sounds pretty cool the idea of some young doctor or scientist learning something important from my cold, dead ass.
Possibly some other part as well, but learning something from your ass would be coolest.
And I'm singing along and they're laughing.
Screw them. Sing louder.
Screw them. Sing louder.
Heh. I'd laugh at anybody singing Peter Paul and Mary too. Besides they're official Enemies of Rock and Roll. Condescending pricks...
NUH-UH!! THey sing a song about likeing Rock n Roll music.
NUH-UH!! THey sing a song about likeing Rock n Roll music.
You need the historical context to understand how stunningly obnoxious that song was. Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval. Fucktards. I hates them. Also they crapped my pretty pony all over Dylan's songs.
Besides they're official Enemies of Rock and Roll. Condescending pricks...
Well, lots of musicians hold lots of screwy opinions; that doesn't really have anything to do with the merits of their musical compositions. And as the world seems to have moved on, despite their wishes or desires....
(I really did have an end to that thought, but I got interrupted by a phone call, forgot to tack it on, and then forgot what it was. Frell)
They are really ugly now. And you're not. Allow that to bring you some petty pleasure, Hecubus.
You need the historical context to understand how stunningly obnoxious that song was. Folk was deigning to glance toward the despised pop music and raise it up with it's validating approval. Fucktards. I hates them. Also they crapped my pretty pony all over Dylan's songs.
Plllllbbbttt.
AIN'T NO USE TO SIT AND WONDER WHY BABE!!"
Peter, Paul, and Mary are simultaneously the cat's ass and the cat's pajamas, and possibly the bee's knees, as well. Hec, you are just wrongity wrong wrong wrong.
Aimee, sing louder, baby. Sing louder. Then kiss me, and smile for me. Tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go.