Hate this radio station. Hate oldies. Hate 70's crap music.
Hate hate hate the Doobie brothers. The repetitive keyboarding reverberates through my brain and causes me physical pain. The volume being cranked to maximum doesn't help either.
Hate this whiny shit. "I always thought I'd see my friend again" and calling for help from Jesus.
Hate the oldies which are now commercials. Hate commercials.
Abso-fucking-lutely hate disco. "dance boogie woogie dance" I am going to rip open my own throat with my fingernails. ..... Does this song ever end? I hate men who sing with high-pitched voices. Grow a set of balls, asshole.
Whining love songs from the 60's. Slow and, you'd think, non-offensive. But after being assaulted by disco and other assorted crap, even a song might not be so bad sounds like crap. The crap rubs off on everything it touches. CRAP. It's all crap. Now we've got "mr big stuff" with all these trumpets. Trumpets are hardly ever acceptable to me.
A 10 minute block of commercials & talking about stupid stuff. Hyundai (I own one, what can I say?), debt free (too good to be true) and then I stopped listening because I had actual work to do.
Some kind of drug-worshiping song....with fucking trumpets. Such nonsense lyrics, worse than Nirvana. Judy in the sky with her cross-your-heart bra. Whatever.
I love Elton John, but this is the worse song of his they ever play on the radio--this disco "don't go breakin my heart" with the disco chick. What was he thinking? AND THERE'S TRUMPETS. What is it with trumpets today? Why couldn't they have played "Tiny Dancer"?
"When a man loves a woman" a classic song, but overplayed in commercials and movies. Too bad. Commercialism ruins everything. The Navy used that great Godsmack song in their TV commercial and ruined that too, for instance. At least there's no trumpets in this song. Or in Godsmack, for that matter. Not like Big-Dick oldies (that's what everyone calls it) station would ever play Godsmack. Can the DJ's really LIKE this music?
Hollywood gossip. Who gives a shit?
Lottery commercials--a tax on people who are bad at math. Hospital cancer wards. Stop smoking or die of cancer (fear fear fear fear)--nice juxtaposition with the hospital ad! Acne treatment--how many teenagers listen to oldies? Stupid.
"I'm a soul man" isn't this the blues brothers? It’s got trumpets. Today I just can't deal with brass instruments. If all they played was this, and man loves a woman, and even the bad Elton John, I wouldn't be complaining. It’s the other 70's crap and whiny crap that ruins it.
Billy Joel is okay. Hint of trumpet, but good piano. This I can deal with. It's very singable. "You hadda be a big shot didncha?" It's the kind of stuff you like to sing along with while drunk.
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begging for blood now--save a life. I pass out when I give blood, sorry. Remortgage your home. Some brand of supermarket that we don't have around here. (what assholes are selling these inappropriate ads?) Contest rules--but for what contest?? >
More trumpets-don't pull your love out on me baby. Sounds pretty gay to me, since it's a man singing. Or like a bad method of birth control. Is this even 60's? I think it's 50's. I wasn't even born yet.
If all my dreams come true I'll be spending time with you. Maybe you need some more ambition, lady. (and you know, I can't tell--is it a lady or another castrato, predating the screaming 70's?) Love is not about completion, it's about complementing. And of course the trumpets in the background. Why did I never notice all these trumpets before today??
Here’s a really inane one-just these people screaming "good love" over and over. Much too fast-paced. I think they were all high. These songs are all about sex anyway. Or drugs. I DO NOT want this crap implanted into my brain! It's brainwashing. Now I will think all I need is "good love" in the morning and evening. It will echo in my mind for days.
All you want to do is use me again. Hello, you can only be used if YOU allow it and set it up. Duh. It does have nice background music, kinda slinky, sans trumpets. That’s cuz the song's about sex. Kinky sex, I think.
Hippy love song: c'mon people smile on your brother. Good sentiments, too fucking sappy. Too saturated with dope smoking.
sappy love song: working my way back to you with a burning love inside. I think you need to see a doctor for that burning thing!
I can't even understand most of the words to this drug-induced fantasy, except for "along comes Mary" and "sweet as the punch" (is it about abuse? I don't get it at all.)
One of these nights from the Eagles. Acceptable music in small doses. Although toward the end it gets a little castrato and goes on for much longer than it needs to. At least there's no trumpets.
More begging for blood. Six flags. Cable TV vs satellite TV. Oreos and milk. (again, improper ad for this station.) Local weather.
A song that starts with a trumpet flourish probably won't get any better, and then goes right into whining about dreams coming true and the much too cutesy "me n' you" (me n u=menu=food, let's go have lunch!)
Ah, the Rolling Stones. Like balm on my sore ears. Angie. I don't care if it's sappy.
Local NASCAR racing. Subaru sale. Oriental rugs.
Andy Gibb. King of castrado-rock. Need I say more?
Christmas Tree Shop. Bob’s discount furniture wants managers. See clearly method (probably a hoax). Sexual enhancement (hoax).
Cisco kid was a friend of mine. A little too much like chanting, but at least no trumpets. And it’s a story, not whining for love or sex.
Slow dancing swaying to the music. Too sappy for me. Like something played at a wedding.
You’re back in my arms again right by my side. Kind of O-C stalker, ain’t it?
David Bowie? Are they high? Someone must have put in the wrong CD. Ch-ch-changes.
Will power it’s now or never. I’ll rape you if you don’t submit, that’s what he’s saying. Nice.
Geckos doing the robot. Eczema and dry flaky skin and people with no social lives.
Let your love flow. Sounds like some kind of VD—get that looked at, that’s no better than burning.
I don’t know the name of this one. It’s kinda whiny. “oh my love my darling I hunger” it’s really classic but has incomprehensible words. Another overplayed commercial/movie song. I think maybe it was in Ghost?
Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours. Isn’t this from a commercial too? This station is like the soundtrack to commercials. That’s STEVIE WONDER? I thought it was a GIRL. Whew. Steve, where the hell are your testicles?
Back to Hyundai commercial again. Meat. (yeah, a commercial for MEAT—kind of an anti-vegetarian message. Oh, it’s not, its BBQ sauce. Whatever.) Jewelry store going out of business. Lottery.
I really hate this song. It’s all these people sighing & groaning loudly. “it’s the time for the season for loving” and all these people groaning. It’s totally hippy shit.
Yeah, Rolling Stones again! “This could be the last time.” Only because they’re coming nearby pretty soon.
This Shambhala song sucks too. “The rain of shaam-ball-ha.”
And then I went to lunch.