Those moments when that littlr horn comes through, going bur bur, bur, bur bur, bur is addictive to listen to. The part where it happens also happens to be my favorite part.
Im here because i downloanded One ok rock's vandalize song but for some reason song's photo and name is this music and the funny thing is song's itself is one ok rock's vandalize song. Its so weird to listen vandalize with this photo lol (sorry 4 bad english)
Anyone know the first 4 chords? One of the first two is Fmaj7, the last two are C and G6, I cant figure out what the other one is and in what order Edit: I was hearing 3 chords as 4, it's Fmaj7-C-G6, I was hearing Fmaj7-???-C-G6
Bro just discovered this song. My first car was a 96 intrepid. 3 seats (full size) in the front, 2 (EXTENDO) seats in the back. No right mirror, no rear view, no registration, no insurance, no horn (I used a train whistle), no radio, no A/C, and no cares to give. This song chesks out.
I started buying SY records in '89 and kept buying 'till two albums past Murray St. Murray St. is my favorite. I don't know why but I'm gonna be all corny and new agey and say "it resonates with me the most". I saw them in Dallas in support of this album and it was beautiful. Absolute sonic beauty. I'll bet Mr Renaldo had ten guitars on stands behind him. Curt Kirkwood (the genius behind Meat Puppets) opened for them, solo. He sat on a stool and flawlessly and expertly performed all yer favorite MP songs. It was a wonderful time.
The actual title (too long for RU-vid) is A Detailed and Poetic Physical Threat to the Person Who Intentionally Vandalized my 1994 Dodge Intrepid Behind Kate's Apartment
The last time I stole my father's keys, I couldn't have been older than nineteen. I hightailed his car from New Jersey to Willow Grove And you could not see their street signs through the smoke. Between the dumpster diving, vandalizing Suburban streets and disturbing the peace, Everything we passed we smashed. It was broken pavement and shattered glass And you could not read the street signs through the smoke. Just after thoughts passing all of the laws we broke. Considered violent and reckless By North Philly detectives, We occupied the space where we'd never have a thing to lose. Between the bong rips and knife hits, Protestant booze, Stick-and-poke tattoos; We were just over privileged youth seeking something to do. And I could not see my street sign through the smoke. Just an afterthought rushing past all the laws we broke. When the morning came, I woke in bed back at home
It matters not that this reminds you of a character. This song is perfect even without that. This is just a note for myself, you all are okay. Have a good day.
