I'd never EVER subject my reader(s) to the horrors that accompany with a Britney song, but this one was just so damn funny (especially the chorus). I personally feel that the misheard lyrics makes much more sense than the original song. So here's presenting the misheard lyrics of the Britney Song - Toxic.
Sigh...Another poem of mine dealing with death, destruction, greed, blah blah blah.... Written when I was 15, it contains too many cliches and sounds very much like my previous poem except that it sounds more like a U2 poem. Again, I urge you not to laugh. My remarks and analysis are written in red, the tone being mostly sarcastic.
Look at what we've done, look at what the world's become, when we find the answers, in the barrel of a gun. (the chorus, sounds like a very sad U2 song. Go Bono)
Tearing apart families, ignoring their sullen pleas, a bullet through his heart, just to get what he's got. ( This is the rap part of the song. Peace out, homey.)
Look at what we've done, look at what the world's become, when we leave our morals, to burn out in the sun. (The Tom Petty moment. Sob)
its every man on his own, in a world where greed's grown. Not learning from history's crime, sins etched in the sands of time. (Cliche galore. Lines from the pensive rockstar)
Look at what we've done, look at what the world's become, searching for humanity, looking around we find none. (The retarded Bob Dylan moment)
As the heart gets evermore black, as man kills for his money bag, getting rich no matter the toll, after all, its just another soul. (Another pensive moment.)
(Huge guitar solo. Lead singer jumps around wildly. The tempo goes on a high, the song reaches its climatic end.)
(The song ends. The crowd stares blankly at the band, and then starts booing loudly. The band loses its fan base and is now reduced to doing raunchy gigs in the lowest arena in the music world - MTV Video music awards. They fire their lyricist, get drunk, check into rehab, check out of rehab, go on a tirade against a community, apologize, go on another tirade, sing for Greenpeace, get caught with drugs, check into rehab, check out of rehab, split up, reunite for a farewell concert, reunite and get a two line entry in wikipedia. Rock on )
College is soooooo boring. Classes go on and on and on, just like an Indian politician's criminal record. The lectures go through one ear and out the ear (my eyes are usually closed and my brain's already posted a sign - 'temporarily closed'). Apart from catching up on sleep, we also play hangman (now run out of movies to give. Hint: the toughest movie to guess is XXX). Also books are a good alternative. While some play with their mobiles, others type out words (usually obscene) in a Calculator.
But at last, I've gone ahead and enrolled into a gym. Yup, time to pump some Iron. According to the trainer I'll have to inculcate good habits, and stick to a particular schedule. I'm sure I'm going to be his first failure.
Me in 3 months?....nah
Cricket:
India just lost a series against England (3-4). We played well to come up from behind (1-3 at one stage). From tomorrow, a new era of cricket starts - T20. 20 overs a side, fast and furious cricket (and silly). The role of the bowlers will be severely reduced and might as well be replaced by bowling machines. India, Pakistan and Scotland are in one group - Traditional rivalry used to increase TRP.
Tomorrow:
I'm contemplating whether to post a another corny poem about people killing each other or a poem about Spam that won't be tolerated by people with a positive IQ.
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