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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!
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Almost Sorry (03:15)
if anyone was headed for the gates of hell i knew you'd be first
i used to picture your obituary and i wished you the worst
the danger of the playground
the radio said you drowned
and i'm sorry
almost
almost sorry
no sympathy is given to the perpetrator charged with the crime
im willing to admit that it feels good to be a victim sometimes
and i wont ever get to thank you for the terrible things you said
'cause i'm sorry
almost
that you're dead to the world
where i hoped you would be
never imagined you'd live on in me
you gave me destination but i paid for the ride
the place you punched my ticket left a crater inside
where i cried (he cried)
where i cried (you died)
where i cried from the bruises
learned to live with the scars
now you live in the mirror
when i look there you are
you're the shadow on the faces of the ppl i meet
have you claimed eternal shotgun in my passenger seat
well i'm sorry
almost
almost sorry
sometimes the best design is done by damage
the accident can cease
the rainbow still looks pretty when it bleeds
04 Transistor (04:51)
We're getting nowhere
Where did we go?
Shifting so slowly
Facing the top
Creeping and diving
The palm of my hand
Where we'll soon discover
A soft place to lie
She waits on the bow
Waves break from the south
There's no way to tell her now
She waits but we're getting nowhere
Transistor won't you take my signal
Stand in line beside and hold the wire
Transistor let the new world hit you
Help me reach the stars between your eyes
Transistor
We're shaking the apple
Tasting the ice
Feelings arise and
Feeling surprise
I see a curtain
Beginning to fall
What's good for the captain
Is good for us all
(No lyrics for next verse)
Transistor won't you take my signal
Shoot me like a rainbow to the sky
Transistor let the new world hit you
Help me find the stars between your eyes
Transistor
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I simply call them ridiculous and it’s not even said that it’s an insult to them.
