A super super cool band, all there albums are exellent and people who dont like em should be .... *thinks*....shouted at alot, lol
Bowling for soup are the greatest band ever!
04 Septembrie 2003
Finnish goth/rock band. VERY popular in Finland and various other countires (Germany etc.)
Led by frontman Jyrki, they have worked alongside Ville Valo
from the amazing fellow Finnish band HIM
and have had MTV and Jackass star Bam Margera
direct their music video for 'Lost Boys,' from their latest album 'Devils' which rose to number one in the Finnish charts.
"Hey whats this song? Its amazing!"
"This? Oh its Feel Berlin by The 69 Eyes."
31 Decembrie 2004
Originally a demi-god whose soul purpose was to destroy the common chav
Now it is a term dedicated to those brave few who roam Britain's cold rainy streets, draped in their superior black and beholding great knowledge and wit. They often hang out in rock clubs, where they build their armies of darkness until they are ready to march to the Chav lair... the place they call 'McDonalds.'
Please donate generously to your local Chavhunter society. Just £2 a month will help make the world a better place.
Clutching his tridant, the chavhunter stood alone in the shadows, his black leather coat fluttering violently in the breeze. He was waiting for his prey to arrive.
03 Ianuarie 2005
Hamlet Act 2, Scene 2:
Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears. Yet I, A dull and muddy-mettled rascal, peak, Like John-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, And can say nothing; no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? who does me this? Ha! 'Swounds, I should take it: for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain! O, vengeance! Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion! Fie upon't! foh! About, my brain! I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Play something like the murder of my father Before mine uncle: I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick: if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play 's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.