Jonathan Ribee
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You like it. But you know you shouldn't.
A thread in honour of those lines from songs that are both terrible and yet somehow striking at the same time.
Creates a pavlovian response in the dark place you try to hide.
And usually from fairly bad songs.
Cheese. But digestible cheese. Usually but not always first lines.
Mine? Off the top of my head...
I got my first real six string
I think we're alone now
O-oh, here she comes
Tommy used to work on the docks
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up
I got my head shaved by a jumbo jet
Walked in the cold air
Looking out a dirty old window
Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Strike the pose
I just died in your arms tonight
The world was on fire and nobody could save me but you
Loneliness, that's the killer
Ieya! Sula!
I'm mad about the boy
I walk the line between good and evil
There's a chair in my head
Higher and higher
Isn't it nice, sugar and spice
Anyone else have a guilty, shaming pleasure they want to share?
A thread in honour of those lines from songs that are both terrible and yet somehow striking at the same time.
Creates a pavlovian response in the dark place you try to hide.
And usually from fairly bad songs.
Cheese. But digestible cheese. Usually but not always first lines.
Mine? Off the top of my head...
I got my first real six string
I think we're alone now
O-oh, here she comes
Tommy used to work on the docks
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up
I got my head shaved by a jumbo jet
Walked in the cold air
Looking out a dirty old window
Hast du etwas Zeit für mich
Strike the pose
I just died in your arms tonight
The world was on fire and nobody could save me but you
Loneliness, that's the killer
Ieya! Sula!
I'm mad about the boy
I walk the line between good and evil
There's a chair in my head
Higher and higher
Isn't it nice, sugar and spice
Anyone else have a guilty, shaming pleasure they want to share?