WHY WHY WHY!!!
It’s been at least 10 years since I listened to Def Leppard’s Hysteria album, but I still remember EVERY G** D*** WORD!
WHY!!!
I need those brain cells elsewhere! Please God help me invent a Brain Cleanup Wizard and Defragmenter. I can be like that dude on TV who’s skinny little pale head doesn’t match his muscular body.
“Here’s Weed, showing you how you can remember your wife’s anniversary, the grocery list, and your kids’ ages at THE SAME TIME!”
And if you’re wondering, yes, I’m really getting it, I’m armageddon it. Please shoot me now.
My rant’s now over.
Weed
“Running from the law, the press, and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond? Naw, my name’s clarence.”
Don’t feel so bad. Everytime
Don’t feel so bad. Everytime I hear good ol’e “Pour Some Sugar on Me ” It takes me back to the day’s of when I could still wear a mini skirt and was doing bad dances. Just know that you are not alone in the “Hysteria” and they we can all get through it together. LOL
hee hee
“from my head, to my feet, yeah”
C’mon Steve…
Out of touch, out of reach yeah You could try to get closer to me I’m in luck, I’m in deep, yeah Hypnotized, I’m shakin’ to my knees
I gotta know tonight If you’re alone tonight Can’t stop this feeling Can’t stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? It’s such a magical mysteria When you get that feelin’, better start believin’ ‘Cos it’s a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe Hysteria when you’re near Out of me, into you yeah
You could hide it’s just a one way street Oh, I believe I’m in you, yeah Open wide, that’s right, dream me off my feet Oh, believe in me
I gotta know tonight If you’re alone tonight Can’t stop this feeling Can’t stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria Oh can you feel it, do you believe it? It’s such a magical mysteria When you get that feelin’, better start believin’ ‘Cos it’s a miracle, oh say you will
Ooh babe Hysteria when you’re near Come on
Oh, the memories
You rock. But my problems was I still knew the words to the songs that weren’t played on the air.
“I’m fighting for the Gods of War. And what the h*** we’re fighting for?”
It’s one thing to still know the words to “Pour Some Sugar” or “Hysteria” or “Animal”. But to know the words to “Gods of War” or “Love and Affection”? That’s brain space I could devote to your home phone number, instead of having to store it on caller ID.
Know what I mean? I lose enough memory just keeping the Beastie Boys lyrics up there.
Weed
the sad thing
The sad thing is that there’s probably really useful information that we don’t know because the memory storage facilities are full of song lyrics.
— Ben Schuman Mad, Mad Tenor
Hmmm
Yeah, I remember having an epiphany once about cold fusion and cancer cures, but then “Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin'” came on and *pfft*, there it went.
“Now it’s your turn girl to cry…*Boom*”
Weed
He Has Paul’s Boutique Memorized
Weed is the only guy I know that has the entire Paul’s Boutique album memorized, word for word. It’s scary.
So that’s where all my brain cells have gone.
And I’ve blamed it on my kids all this time, only didn’t listen to that paraticular group. I can’t remember what I had for dinner last night, but I, too have entire albums stored somewhere out there!–
Christy
song lyrics
And the worst is that many of the lyrics stuck up there aren’t even songs I like! I mean, what purpose is there for me to remember all the lyrics to “The Dream Is Over” by Survivor?
And if you ever loved me Show me that you give a damn You’ll know for certain The man I really aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
— Ben Schuman Mad, Mad Tenor
The song for my first crush!
That was the song I listened to over and over during my first “Crush” over a girl named Jenny.
She turned out to be an antisocial, awkward, disinterested girl, and I got over it quickly.
—
Matthew P. Barnson
Jenny?
Did you say Jenny? Eight Six Seven Five Three Oh Ni-e-ine.
Jenny and…
No, no, I think you’re thinking of Jenny and the Bets, by John Elton.
—
Matthew P. Barnson