Make it go away!!!

[Sveta's Hero]

I hate this song, but I can't get it out of my head! I'm about to drive an ice-pick through my temple! Help! :eek::eek::eek:

M.I.A. - Paper Planes


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[statajack]

You have my deepest sympathies. :becky:

[Crushik]

:becky: I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name...... lalala :becky:

I don*t like this song either, but singing :becky:

[huney]

Use the ice-pick on that chick ;)


(M.I.A., not Crushik!)

[Lucker]

Yes catchy .
But oh dear . Her voice .
Imagine her trying to sing it live .Painful.

[Sveta's Hero]

Use the ice-pick on that chick ;)


(M.I.A., not Crushik!)


For Crushik I have a secret weapon. A little naked, curly haired archer:becky::p

[Sveta's Hero]

Ahhhhhh... Mr. Crowley fixed my little problem. I was about to take Head-banging to a whole new level.:frusty: Whew!

[RiverRock]

At first glance, it seems to be a popular, meaningless, stupid rap song about getting high and money but it actually has a deeper satirical meaning. I'm still trying to figure out what "paper planes" represent.

"(M.I.A. has talked about the fusion of politics into her music. "Nobody wants to be dancing to political songs. Every bit of music out there that’s making it into the mainstream is really about nothing. I wanted to see if I could write songs about something important and make it sound like nothing. And it kind of worked.")"

[krevedko]

This song is a crime against music and good taste. My deepest sympathy Paul.
I really hate it when a song that you can't stand gets stuck in your head. Grrrr.

Being into rock I sometimes get nasty surprises when a terrible Russian pop song (e.g. ucking Dima DeBilan :eek:) overheard somewhere keeps playing in me poor head.
i've discovered that repeatedly banging your head against the wall works miracles... but doesn't help you to get rid of an abominable song. :becky:

/Walking away humming "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you...." Oh, damn it! /

[Sveta's Hero]

This song is a crime against music and good taste. My deepest sympathy Paul.
I really hate it when a song that you can't stand gets stuck in your head. Grrrr.

Being into rock I sometimes get nasty surprises when a terrible Russian pop song (e.g. ucking Dima DeBilan :eek:) overheard somewhere keeps playing in me poor head.
i've discovered that repeatedly banging your head against the wall works miracles... but doesn't help you to get rid of an abominable song. :becky:

/Walking away humming "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you...." Oh, damn it! /


Ozzy's "Mr Crowley" solved my little problem for now.:)

[zoroooo]

my office is open from 11h untill 18h

[Sveta's Hero]

my office is open from 11h untill 18h


Doc, what's the treatment? A carbide drill through the cranium?:becky:

[IamKeenan]

It was easy for me--Just hit ''Stop'':lol:

[Sveta's Hero]

It was easy for me--Just hit ''Stop'':lol:

I don't have an internal stop button, so I did the next best thing...I played some rock n roll!:becky:

[zoroooo]

Doc, what's the treatment? A carbide drill through the cranium?:becky:

only treatement is going to sing that song under a window of an ugly girl.. and doing that 3 times.


dr freud

[RiverRock]

Never mind. I don't think we want to know what paper planes flying around New York is supposed to represent. What a crazy biatch.

http://delonmusic.com/blog/2008/08/mia-paper-planes-diss-bby-delon.html


Also just read some of the lyrics:

I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make them all day
I get one down in a second if you wait

Sometimes I feel sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner now we're making that fame
Bona fide hustler, making my name

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit them
Lethal poison through their system

Some, some, some, I some I murder
Some, I some I let go
Some, some, some, I some I murder
Some, I some I let go