The Mellotron Group

Wow Mike, you listened way longer than I did.
 
 
In a message dated 3/17/2011 1:12:00 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time,  
mike.dickson@gmail.com writes:

 
 
 
Jesus. Christ. Almighty. 

How can you make a song  about deciding what seat of a car to sit in, and 
about how Saturday comes  after Friday and how Sunday comes  
'aft-urrrr-wurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrds'? It appears that Friday is  spent 
singing about it being Friday. That is not fun at all.  

This sort of infeasible dreck makes me want to rip off my balls and  feed 
them to the zoo animals. Part of me - well okay...most of me -  would really 
like to see that fixed smile taken off her face with battery acid  and a 
bandsaw. If someone strolled in and smashed her in the teeth with a  concrete 
bollard after she - or the autotuner - drones the line 'I see my  
frieeeehhhhhhhhnds' it might have been perfect. But it's not. And why the  autotuner. 
The song has one note. Mostly. And she cannot even sing  it!!!

I tried the second tune but it sounded exactly like the other  one.

The world has just ended. 

Kill her  with fire. Kill. Kill. Kill.



On  17/03/2011 01:51, _fdoddy@aol.com_ (mailto:fdoddy@aol.com)   wrote:  
 
You have to check out  these songs by Rebecca Black.  It is a train wreck!  
 Autotuned to oblivian.  Banal doesn't even begin to describe this  
travesty.  I laughed so hard I almost cried and the sad thing is it's  not meant to 
be funny.  My son turned me on to this.  It is the  end of western 
civilization and the terrorists have won.

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0&feature=related_ 
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2LRROpph0&feature=related) 

_http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNmjqDGnQvI_ 
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNmjqDGnQvI) 


fritz