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My family is poor
I can't fall in love with you
I give you all my heart
All of me is nothing
This life we are apart
Perhaps in the next life
Chorus
If I can't be with you in this life
Perhaps in the next life
Perhaps in the next life
You are rich
I am poor
I can't compare
Chorus
Your mother warns
We can't be together
Chorus
With you in the next life
skindy wrote:
Agree! I quite like this. So there, poopyheads.
(For some reason, this song is quite less insufferable today).
How magnanimous of you.
Agree! I quite like this. So there, poopyheads.
No kidding. There's a few un-listenable Dengue Fever songs (to these white-bread ears) but this is just really good. I get the feeling that at RP there are many listeners who automatically rate low anything that isn't born in the USA or Europe. But I guess we all have our prejudices.
Bill just said introducing this song that the listener's comments of this song is "a bit mixed". At 4.6, a bit mixed? Usually listeners rate songs pretty high, therefore when a song is at 6, I consider that "a bit mixed". At 4.6 on 7/15/11, I consider that not well liked.
Perhaps your "considerations" and semantic interpretations are affected by your aesthetics. I think what Bill meant by "mixed" did not necessarily mean "favorable" or "Pretty Good" (which is what a "6" rating indicates). I think he was referring to the graphic of the voting on this tune. Seen below:
The distribution above looks like what could be called "mixed", since it is not all concentrated to one side or another.
The graphic below (for Madonna's "Justify My Love") is one that seems a better candidate for being considered "not-well-liked"
Then again, it is largely a matter of opinion and semantics.
Cheers,
lathyris wrote:
I too struggle to put into words how abysmal this is....
Is there an emoticon to show me blowing my head off?
Actually I feel the opposite, to me Seeing Hands is a masterpiece and far better than anything else they have released. I actually have most of their music so I am guessing.
Someone push the button that opens the trap door under this girl.
LOL. Monty likes your idea:
Really, it's the singing more than anything else that grates on me. It's not an awful band, just one that you should only have to listen to 1-2 times a week—tops.
t like it
It looks like at combo Guitar/Igil or Morin Khuur, actually. Except that it has three strings, not two. Actually, I see three tuners, and 2 strings.... so confused.
Also, I'm one of those oddballs that likes this tune...
Stepping off my soapbox now.....Flames, Slings and Arrows are all welcome.
"Mixed" could refer to the wide variation in voting. At the moment ... 38 people rated it a 1; 21 rated it 3; 25 rated it a 6; 36 rated it a 7; and only 8 rated it a 9 or 10.
Is that a combo gutar/bass on the album cover? Cool!
Someone push the button that opens the trap door under this girl.
Bill just said introducing this song that the listener's comments of this song is "a bit mixed". At 4.6, a bit mixed? Usually listeners rate songs pretty high, therefore when a song is at 6, I consider that "a bit mixed". At 4.6 on 7/15/11, I consider that not well liked.
That's just Bill's understated, humorous style. Translation: A lot of listeners are ripping this song!
Bill just said introducing this song that the listener's comments of this song is "a bit mixed". At 4.6, a bit mixed? Usually listeners rate songs pretty high, therefore when a song is at 6, I consider that "a bit mixed". At 4.6 on 7/15/11, I consider that not well liked.
Ditto.
Well that's a knee-slapper.
3 for me too
I feel compelled to offer some info on a subject that I am passionate about, but like this and other world music, it may require repeated exposure...
DURIANS!
First time to try durians...HOLY CRAP! they STINK! How do you EAT them? and you hold your nose and watch the Balinese go nuts wolfing it down...and you wonder how they can do it...
Second time...you can smell the Yogyakarta Night Market many kms away...you are determined to get enough in you to see what it's all about...because every Kade, Made, Inyoman and Ketut in Bali TOLD YOU they are "the King of Fruit!" and you notice some subtleties about this anything but subtle thing called a durian, for example: they smell and taste quite a bit like a couple of dead birds stuck in a chimney in the height of summer dissolved with garlic, green onions, and cabbage in a bucket of turpentine and mango juice mixed with a liter of high octane gasoline and saturated in banana-flavored Fleer Bubble Gum extract, among other things...but the AFTER-taste, should you get that far past the gag-reflex (sorry it only comes with repeated practice and inuring oneself to it), now, that's kind of a nutty, kind of tangy, kind of WOW, HEY! thing, and as far as the texture, well, hmm, that's about the creamiest, gooey-est, most finger-licking sticky thing you ever put in your mouth, and it's almost fun to scrape the brain-like greenish yellow stuff off of the big, woody, avocado-seed-like pits in there...but you end up thinking, Nah, well — maybe I just need another crack at these things...but...I mean, good God, how do you ignore the revulsion they spark? Watch how even dedicated drooling veterans run away when a truly ripe one is breached! However, see how they circle back in and begin to FIGHT for the biggest gobs they can grab?!
Third time's the charm, indeed...because you actually get enough in you to FEEL IT. Hot-flashes, whoah, tingling in the face, and a horny Superman on RedBull kind of thing going on; must be the natural fermentation going on inside that big spiky heavy shell that needs gloves and a hatchet to get into — and thank God they ONLY fall from way up at around 7 AM in the morning, otherwise there'd be as many or more dead as coconuts take with them in such parts of the world as they grow in...
and by the third time you're in Bali, or after a month or so in the idyllic village of Juara on Pulau Tioman, well, you can eat 'em by the wheel-barrow load, and you can elbow your way on in to haggle and barter with the old locals, because you know how to tell a strong ripe one from a weak poor-value one — and you can only know by using the same nose that once cringed in horror!
One thing is certain: you want to make sure you have company if you eat a lot of these things...it is a true waste to do it alone! and YES, if there is one true aphrodesiac in this life, durian is IT...ask me if you want a long story about my longest, loneliest day on Tioman that thankfully was turned into the best and most memorable night on Tioman by the arrival of a lovely lass from London at just the right time and that I could not have dreamed any finer; oh, S.P., where are you these days? Remember — remember?! oh, how can I ever forget?
And it rightfully ticked me off in that lame movie scene where Javier Bardem dismisses the entire intoxicating realm of recreational durian use to Julia Roberts by merely saying, "Don't eat those, they smell like feet!" Add that to the bogus meditation scenes (no retreat center allows anything like that movie shows) and it's easy to dismiss that writer as pretty tame and utterly lacking in what makes Adventure RULE!
I feel compelled to offer some info on a subject that I am passionate about, but like this and other world music, it may require repeated exposure...
DURIANS!
First time to try durians...HOLY CRAP! they STINK! How do you EAT them? and you hold your nose and watch the Balinese go nuts wolfing it down...and you wonder how they can do it...
Second time...you can smell the Yogyakarta Night Market many kms away...you are determined to get enough in you to see what it's all about...because every Kade, Made, Inyoman and Ketut in Bali TOLD YOU they are "the King of Fruit!" and you notice some subtleties about this anything but subtle thing called a durian, for example: they smell and taste quite a bit like a couple of dead birds stuck in a chimney in the height of summer dissolved with garlic, green onions, and cabbage in a bucket of turpentine and mango juice mixed with a liter of high octane gasoline and saturated in banana-flavored Fleer Bubble Gum extract, among other things...but the AFTER-taste, should you get that far past the gag-reflex (sorry it only comes with repeated practice and inuring oneself to it), now, that's kind of a nutty, kind of tangy, kind of WOW, HEY! thing, and as far as the texture, well, hmm, that's about the creamiest, gooey-est, most finger-licking sticky thing you ever put in your mouth, and it's almost fun to scrape the brain-like greenish yellow stuff off of the big, woody, avocado-seed-like pits in there...but you end up thinking, Nah, well — maybe I just need another crack at these things...but...I mean, good God, how do you ignore the revulsion they spark? Watch how even dedicated drooling veterans run away when a truly ripe one is breached! However, see how they circle back in and begin to FIGHT for the biggest gobs they can grab?!
Third time's the charm, indeed...because you actually get enough in you to FEEL IT. Hot-flashes, whoah, tingling in the face, and a horny Superman on RedBull kind of thing going on; must be the natural fermentation going on inside that big spiky heavy shell that needs gloves and a hatchet to get into — and thank God they ONLY fall from way up at around 7 AM in the morning, otherwise there'd be as many or more dead as coconuts take with them in such parts of the world as they grow in...
and by the third time you're in Bali, or after a month or so in the idyllic village of Juara on Pulau Tioman, well, you can eat 'em by the wheel-barrow load, and you can elbow your way on in to haggle and barter with the old locals, because you know how to tell a strong ripe one from a weak poor-value one — and you can only know by using the same nose that once cringed in horror!
One thing is certain: you want to make sure you have company if you eat a lot of these things...it is a true waste to do it alone! and YES, if there is one true aphrodesiac in this life, durian is IT...ask me if you want a long story about my longest, loneliest day on Tioman that thankfully was turned into the best and most memorable night on Tioman by the arrival of a lovely lass from London at just the right time and that I could not have dreamed any finer; oh, S.P., where are you these days? Remember — remember?! oh, how can I ever forget?
And it rightfully ticked me off in that lame movie scene where Javier Bardem dismisses the entire intoxicating realm of recreational durian use to Julia Roberts by merely saying, "Don't eat those, they smell like feet!" Add that to the bogus meditation scenes (no retreat center allows anything like that movie shows) and it's easy to dismiss that writer as pretty tame and utterly lacking in what makes Adventure RULE!
groovalicious. 8
Funny, I am the opposite. I do get Dengue Fever and am a big fan of traditional southeastern Asian music, but do not like this.
I have no idea what the lyrics are about, but the music is soooo cool... I like this a lot...
Yes, this has a wonderfully weird vibe...
I like durian!
You're so lucky you missed the Dead quadruple play earlier - a couple of Dead tunes mixed with a couple Dead covers. . . sweet it was not. . .
Charles (France)
Ouch!