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The hippopotamus would exceed the maximum weight of the elevator, so they are not included in the calculation, which means there's no need to think about it. And then another thing that has nothing to do with it, but that young people like:
tell me why... if the cow says moooo the blackbird doesn’t say meee...
Hi, we are Wayne Jackson and Andrew Love, the Memphis Horns.
Hi, I am the Rararors. Big Trouble. Thank you.
Tell me why there’s a brown airship without a propeller and rudder inside meeee. PS: At the end of the day, I search among the blankets for a little bit of hope.
Plenty of farts, I have no more dread, happily I fall asleep, intoxicated by my gas.
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Yes, for a nice tour with tickets at gold prices. And luckily they're called Fugees from the Refugees Camps; if they were called Illion from dolla dolla billion it would be a real headache.
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And now a short re-fra-tion, that has nothing to do with anything but pleases the young: tell me whyyyyy... if the cow goes moo the blackbird dooooesn't say meeééé... there’s a brown dirigible, without a propeller and a rudder... inside meee...
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I really like them, one of the best bands under Rise Above. I had seen the promotional photo but not the booklet; now that you've told me what it's like, I think I'll buy it too. A bit of flair never hurts, in fact, it enhances the atmosphere.
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I only have "The Gris Gris" (I assume it's the first one) in their garage-psych, there's too much garage for me to fully appreciate them, but they're a great band, I'll look for this. They work well when I'm in the car with someone, a great compromise.
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I don't need to check the release date; if my middle school classmate got it as a Christmas gift, we threw up together for days. Fortunately, in '92, masterpieces were abundant (Gang Starr, ATCQ, BDP...), there wasn't much time to waste on these disgusting liquid turds. This is one of the albums that I absolutely hate in all music, and Dr. Dre annoys me in an impressive way. I think it's you who should check the release date before writing; this would have been fine, MAYBE, in 1981, but in the tide of masterpieces from '92, it belongs in the right category: liquid shit. Soft rhymes, all the same beats with sub-zero energy, a dumb character who was mocked by the whole scene—just look at the Cypress Hill videos or listen to a live performance from that period, or even better, Eazy-E's video titled "Real Compton City G'z" before talking. Everyone was making fun of him, and they were right since he’s a poor jerk. Rich, yes (also thanks to the death of his friend Amaro Sciacuro), but personally, he was, is, and will remain a poor jerk.
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The older he gets, the more he disgusts me. This is really crap, it makes me sick. Him, his friends, his crew, and all the rappers from his neighborhood. Just gross, vomit, and repulsion.
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Giov, learn from Dad.
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Anyway, this review is beautiful; finally, a fan who admits that the Pistols were an icon, and not a band to just listen to. They’re a bunch of cool guys who immediately win you over, adorable assholes and mass leaders. All great things, undoubtedly. Robert Fripp annoys me, but he’s a genius and I listen to him; they’re super likable, but I don’t listen to them. In the end, both are needed. A lot of what came after them is thanks to them, even if not everything, but they are. Even if this record sucks, they were necessary.
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Let's start from an essential premise: those who hate Nevermind and the Pistols, offering reasons that have nothing to do with music, and then say that "the Pistols are images to be kept in mind, they are stuff that goes beyond music" is all true and very beautiful. You put it perfectly: the Pistols are Images. Not music. I like them too, but listening to them is better than a kick in the ass.