Word: pisses
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...chairman, John Linder, only to watch Linder repay the favor by going over to the plotters. "All we did was raise all these millions of dollars--more money than we've ever had," said a source close to Linder. "Newt and [G.O.P. consultant Joe] Gaylord's job was to piss it all away." Senate majority leader Trent Lott, Gingrich's old coconspirator, couldn't believe Newt was announcing on the day after the elections that one of the G.O.P.'s priorities would now be "saving Social Security." That was Clinton's program, and Lott was in no mood to walk...
...tenor) is overshadowed by the more provocative characters surrounding him. Herbert Breslin, Pavarotti's "motor-mouthed, bullet-headed, forever-tan egomaniac" publicist, adds a touch of much needed vulgarity to the usually cordial dialogue. For him, everything the press writes isn't worth "a thimble-full of rat's piss." Always mentioned in the same breath as the faltering Mr. P is the superhuman Placido Domingo (everyone's second favorite tenor.) Hoelterhoff describes Domingo's unfailing energy, which allows him to conduct a matinee performance of one opera, star as lead role in another opera that evening, then...
...lyrics that rhyme "motherfucker" with "sucker." Here, Nashville Pussy delivers. Regardless of its flaws, the jolt of pure energy that they provide is surprisingly addictive. Although it's embarrassing and a bit alarming to find yourself singing things like "Wake up with my balls on fire/Sweat gasoline when I piss fire" in the shower, you'll soon find yourself hooked on Nashville Pussy's simple, energetic songs...
...been to address almost every song to one person, presumably whatever girl is being "dizzied up," and to permeate each line with the same type of dark, tortured, adolescent, I-love-you-why-won't-you-let-me-in infatuation. "I wanna kick at the machine/That made you piss away your dreams/And tear at your defenses/Till there's nothing there but me," declares Rzeznik in "Dizzy," and so on he bellyaches throughout the other 12 songs on the album. "They press their lips against you/And you love the lies they say/And I tried so hard to reach you/But...
...songs outright suck, but the album's second half is too little musical creativity spread over too much time. "Cool Kiss" and "The Date" combine blinding flashes of white noise with lyrics ("Keep your hands up off of my lips / Capsize just like a tanker / Kill Kill Piss Piss") that are an amateur Freudian's wet dream. "Son" is a gently motoring ode to Weiland's new son, a la "Kooks" off Hunky Dory. "Jimmy Was a Stimulator" is a pleasant piece of glam/new wave with a nonsense lyric and a "Whole Lotta Love"-style freak-out middle...