A radio station in Madison once attempted to play the song "Martin Scorsese" by King Missle. The DJ attempted to bleep out all the profanity, but he was only catching about half of them (because there's so much). When the song was half-way through he took it off. Cracked me up.
This one' called Martin Scorsese
He makes the best fucking films (x2)
If I ever meet him I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and just shake him
And say thank you thank you for makin' such excellwnt fuckin' movies
Then I'd twist his nose all the way the fuck around
And the rip off one of his ears and throw it
Like a like a like a fuckin' frisbee
I wanna chew his fuckin' lips off and grab his head and suck out one of his
eyes and chew on it and spit it out in his face
And thank you thank you for all of your fuckin' films
Then I'd pick him up by the hair swing him over my head a few times
And throw him across the room and kick all his fuckin' teeth in and then
stomp on his face 40 or 50 times
Cuz he makes the best fucking films he makes the best fucking films
I've ever seen in my life
I fuckin love him
I fuckin love him
Everytime the Who's "Who are You" plays, and that line "Who the fuck are you!" plays, Hubby and I just shake our heads. I've never heard it bleeped, and I'm wondering if the censors have all gone deaf or zoned out by the time that part plays.
I thought I heard that! I figured I must be mishearing a "funk", or something to that effect.
Couldn't have been. It was MTV all the time.
The original S&M one with people in cages or the boring light show one?
Same character, I think. "Holly came from Miami, F. L. A./Thought s/he (?) was James Dean for a day/Plucked etc...." is how it goes, I'm pretty sure.
Nope. Jackie was just speedin' away / Thought she was James Dean for a day....
Nope. Jackie was just speedin' away / Thought she was James Dean for a day....
Yeah. The song also emphasises the importance of having a downer, such as Valium, to help out after an amphetemine binge.
This is a Melanie song?
I have to admit, the only version I've ever heard is by Rasputina. Assuming we're talking about the same song, which I think we are.
Thanks, Sean, I'd forgotten that verse entirely.
Ugh. 97 degrees here in Boston. It's supposed to get back into the 60s tonight, but I'm not buying it yet.
Oh well - if the humidity is to be believed, it's a dry heat. Feh.
I saw that Rasputina covered it, when I was googling. I think I have to hear that version.
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before
Oooh, THAT way.
Oh, everyone cut it out. They didn't mean that.
Oh well - if the humidity is to be believed, it's a dry heat. Feh.
I don't know. I thought there was NO air, when I went outside (against my will) earlier. But a little while ago, I let Chris back out, because he'd left his hobby horse and cowboy hat in the yard. As opposed to the deathly, heavy air this morning, there's quite a breeze now. This might be an actual instance of what I think of as the mythical dry heat.
Then again, at 97, it still sucks. Ovens have dry heat, too.
