Hello folks, hello to everyone on de-Baser, I'm sorry that all my reviews turn into literary cases, but let's pretend it's a positive thing and I'm not pissed off.
My review, which comes after a period during which I visited de-Baser maybe twice or three times, is about the Scissor Sisters.
These four or five gays—I don't even know for sure—of the Scissor Sisters have had enough.
Already with their trivial philosophy, ancient lyrics, and brick after brick of books... of what? These guys have had enough!
The reasons are simple: first, with the little song "I Don't Feel Like Dancing" they can be heard everywhere, now I understand that the singer got his balls squeezed, but when you get hit hard by a ball while playing football and have to stomp your feet for half an hour to shake it off, DO YOU RECORD AN ALBUM?
These four or five gays did it, they were in the middle of a football tournament, took too many hits in the balls, maybe because they were playing in platforms and shiny outfits, and they recorded an album. I even listened to it because, as Ulysses said, knowledge is important and you weren't made to live like brutes but to pursue virtue and curiosity, the fact is, I listened to it and came to a conclusion:
These days, is it enough to be strange and dress in a certain way to sell records by the truckload? So, I say to the Italians who listen to this stuff, wouldn't it be easier to listen to the Cugini di Campagna? It would be enough to find any little songwriter to write them a dozen songs, so they wouldn't always have to sing "Anima mia torna a casa tua" everywhere, they make a record, call it "Abracadabra" (Can an album be called Ta-Dah?) and that's it!
The Cugini di Campagna at the top of all the charts, the Cugini di Campagna on Top of the Pops, the Cugini di Campagna on CdLive, the Cugini di Campagna at Amici, the Cugini di Campagna getting more gigs in nightclubs than Costantino......... The "Abracadabra Tour" of the Cugini di Campagna sells out every date!
Don't listen to the Scissor Sisters, revalue our native music
Greetings from Kenny, everything else is boredom!
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