Talk! Talk! Talk! It's only talk!
Have I mentioned that King Crimson is fucking addictive? Bill Bruford is a god, and Adrian Belew, hot shit, what a voice~!
...Shut up, I know I'm acting like such a fucking fangit, but I'm doing that on purpose. It sets a mood, y'dig? I'm setting this mood because fangits remind me of unrequited love, which reminds me of Valentine's Day. By the way, the resemblance of "fangit" to "faggot" in pronunciation is totally coincidental.
Valentine's Day is a load of shit. It has nothing to do with love. Since when does spending money count as love? True emotions come from the heart, not the goddamn pocketbook, not that goddamn cock. It doesn't seem like such a loving gesture when you have to pay for all that dental work, does it, whore? Seriously, Americans don't get the message, which fucking pisses me off, because every time I think this country might, might be on the right fucking track, some jackoff manages to prove otherwise. Isn't this a great goddamn society? I know, I do a rant like this every year, but I just... don't like this holiday. Then again, I'm not exactly a very emotional person, anyway. Criticize me all you want, but love... doesn't exist around here anymore. It can't happen here, if you will.
Okay, also, earlier, I tackled an opinion of mine about Yes, but here's a full explanation...
There you go.
...Shut up, I know I'm acting like such a fucking fangit, but I'm doing that on purpose. It sets a mood, y'dig? I'm setting this mood because fangits remind me of unrequited love, which reminds me of Valentine's Day. By the way, the resemblance of "fangit" to "faggot" in pronunciation is totally coincidental.
Valentine's Day is a load of shit. It has nothing to do with love. Since when does spending money count as love? True emotions come from the heart, not the goddamn pocketbook, not that goddamn cock. It doesn't seem like such a loving gesture when you have to pay for all that dental work, does it, whore? Seriously, Americans don't get the message, which fucking pisses me off, because every time I think this country might, might be on the right fucking track, some jackoff manages to prove otherwise. Isn't this a great goddamn society? I know, I do a rant like this every year, but I just... don't like this holiday. Then again, I'm not exactly a very emotional person, anyway. Criticize me all you want, but love... doesn't exist around here anymore. It can't happen here, if you will.
Okay, also, earlier, I tackled an opinion of mine about Yes, but here's a full explanation...
- Owner of a Lonely Heart vs. Rhythm of Love: If you've listened toboth songs, you will know that Rhythm of Love is far superior, because it has a more... interesting rhythm and isn't the same goddamn rhythm over and over. That sort of thing sucks.
- Hold On vs. Big Generator: Ouch. Ouch. This is the closest fight of the whole thing. Hold On wins by a hair, though, for being generally more badass.
- It Can Happen vs. Shoot High Aim Low: No contest. Shoot High could crush all of 90125 at once. Dig it?
- Changes vs. Almost Like Love: ALL's not too good, but it's still good enough to tell Changes to eat itself.
- Cinema/Leave It vs. Love Will Find a Way: Both songs suck ass (save for the Cinema intro, but since Leave It sucks balls so hard, that is not gonna save it, no way in hell), but LWFaW holds out in the end, because Leave It is a smoldering turd.
- Our Song vs. Final Eyes: Final Eyes, hands down. I have a passable ear for beauty, you know...
- City of Love vs. I'm Running: Or is this the closest fight...? Yes, it is, because it's a draw. I'm Running is good, but not enough to keep me awake. City of Love is good, but not enough.
- Hearts vs. Holy Lamb: This is the only other place where 90125 wins, if only because Hearts shifts about so much...
There you go.