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Rating: Liam and Noel Gallagher are two sons of a bitch with mop heads instead of eyebrows. This is an established fact. Bonhead, Guigsy, Alan White? A side of bastards in vegetable broth that, fortunately, adds nothing.
Three fags who were there just to make noise and drink beer and then, and then Bonhead is a grouchy with bulging eyes like those of a dead fish, a sub-proletarian who smells like a can of natural tuna opened seven years ago. The andropause of a world. The tragedy of the negative. The tragedy of the Gallaghers. The problem is that those two huge assholes got clean. That prosthesis of his own dick (which is none other) Noel Gallagher stopped snorting crap up his nose, the cocaine stopped burning his mucous membranes, and he stopped writing that kind of filth that, if you want, after a hit on the head, could even be passable as music.
But nothing extraordinary: the ideal soundtrack to keep in the background while you take care of oral hygiene and move from the lower dental arch to the upper one. Now that prick serves us only stuff consumable only by an ego generously fueled by goat milk and fried onions. But come on! And we are there, at every album: this is the album of rebirth! They will make a boom here! But who, how, what!!! No way I'm buying another of your records, take that! The first hint of diarrhea was birthed with "Be Here Now": a gonad-breaking dirge that lasts eleven tracks plus the ending of "All Around The World" as a hidden track, bravo, encore, another one of these! Your mother-in-law.
The album starts with "Do You Know What I Mean" and Liam Gallagher starts complaining like this, a hybrid between someone having a spastic colitis attack and another one who has a stick shoved up his ass. A crap that goes on for a good five minutes until you decide you've had enough and change the song. Olé! Turn up the amplifiers! These five polka-dotted junkies from Manchester think they're the adoptive sons of Maynard from Tool. Go crash into a wall. Then there's "Magic Pie: now, I say, who gave permission for Noel Gallagher to sing, that bastard hunting dog, a filthy red carrot top, a sterling silver piece of shit eight-hundred-twenty-five, someone who should get on stage only to dismantle the microphones.. well.. And now two special litanies for teenagers who spray in their pants: "Stand By Me" and "I Hope I Think I Know"... enough, please, go screw around, go chop wood, go to a Povia concert, do anything. Musically it’s fake, embarrassingly fake, stuff that even Boy George or those three horned ones who sing "Vamos A La Playa" could have come up with something better, with Nino Buonocore as the lyricist. Who the hell bought this album in ninety-seven? I want your names! You are the new terrorists, do you have any idea of the mess you've made unleashing these five insane ball-slicers around the world???? The filth emerges in its entirety when "Fade In Out" arrives, the song that Natale Gallagher wrote while having an orchestral wank on the carpet in his bathroom looking at a photo of Cesara Buonamici, then called that unholy faggot Johnny Depp to play the slide and olé! A nice dish of genuine steaming crap, for all, for you, pure souls of my bidet. My intestines start calling the crisis unit when "All Around The World" arrives. There really are no words, enough seriously, I’m disgusted, what the hell do I need that acoustic guitar in the middle of all that mess? Oh well.. we are almost at the end, another line of coke and "It's Getting Better" starts.
It's over: you just feel like kicking them all in the ass until their balls dry up, but I’m serious, believe me, a mess of sugary treacle, pseudo-rebellious for ultra-ninety-year-old retirees who piss in their woolen underwear. You just feel like sticking a hand in Liam Gallagher's mouth and ripping out his tonsils because of how disgusting his desperate housewife voice is that screws with the "Folletto" salesman. I pray mother nature drenches him in clusters of boils on his penis.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 D'You Know What I Mean? (07:44)
Step off the train all alone at dawn
Back into the hole where I was born
The sun in the sky never raised an eye to me
The blood on the trax and must be mine
The fool on the hill and I feel fine
Don't look back cos you know what you might see
Look into the wall of my mind's eye
I think I know, but I don't know why
The questions are the answers you might need
Coming in a mess going out in style
I ain't good-looking but I'm someone's child
No-one can give me the air that's mine to breathe
I met my maker
I made him cry
And on my shoulder he asked me why
His people won't fly through the storm
I said "Listen up man, they don't even know you're born"
All my people right here, right now
D'You Know What I Mean?
All my people right here, right now
D'You Know What I Mean?
All my people right here, right now
D'You Know What I Mean?
Yeah, yeah
I don't really care for what you believe
So open up your fist or you won't receive
The thoughts and the words of every man you'll need
Get up off the floor and believe in life
No-one's ever gonna ever ask you twice
Get on the bus and bring it on home to me
03 Magic Pie (07:21)
An extraordinary guy
Can never have an ordinary day
He might live a long goodbye
But that is not for me to say
I dig his friends, I dig his shoes
He is just a child with nothing to lose
but his mind, his mind
They are sleeping while they dream
But then they want to be adored
They who don't say what they mean
Will live and die by their own sword
I dig their friends, I dig their shoes
They are like a child with nothing to lose
In their minds, yeah their minds
But I'll have my way
In my own time
I'll have my say
My star will shine
Cos you see me I've got my Magic Pie
Think of me, yeah that was me I was that passer by
I've been and now I've gone
There are but a thousand days but heading for a thousand years
Many minds to educate the people who have disappeared
D'you dig my friends? D'you dig my shoes?
I am like a child with nothing to lose but my mind
Yeah my mind
We'll have our way
In our own time
We'll have our say
Cos my star's gonna shine
Cos you see me I've got my Magic Pie
Think of me, yeah that was me I was that passer by
I've been and now I've gone
You see me I've got my Magic Pie
Think of me, yeah that was me I was that passer by
Yeah, passer by
Think of me I've got my Magic Pie
Think of me, yeah that was me I was that passer by
I've been and now I've gone
04 Stand by Me (05:58)
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I`ve -
Got a lot of things to learn
Said I would and I believe in one day -
Before my heart starts to burn
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new... don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away
Times are hard when things have got no meaning
I've found a key upon the floor
Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find
Behind the door
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new... don't you know
That cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows, yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
If you're leaving will you take me with you
I'm tired of talking on my phone
There is one thing I could never give you
My heart will never be your home
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new... don't you know
That cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows, yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
The way it's gonna be, yeah
Baby, I can see, yeah... don't you know
That cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand By Me - nobody knows, yeah, God only knows the way it's gonna be
06 The Girl in the Dirty Shirt (05:49)
If I may be so bold could I just say something
Come and make me my day
The clouds around your soul don't gather there for nothing
But I can chase them all away
Why d'you need a reason for to feel happy
Or be shining for the rest of the world
Give me just a smile and would you make it snappy
Get your shit together girl
You got a feeling lost inside
It just won't let you go
Your life is sneaking up behind
It just won't let you go
No it just won't let you go
What I'm trying to say ...
Is would you maybe, come dancing me
Cos to me it doesn't matter if your hopes and dreams are shattered
When you say something you make me believe
In the girl who wears a dirty shirt
She knows exactly what she's worth
Knows exactly what she's worth to me!
That I can see, I can see
If you ever find yourself inside a bubble
You've gotta make your own way home
You can call me anytime you're seeing double
Now you know you're not alone
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By ibelluca91
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