Thor's Reaction to Wrecking Ball

Christmas Music Mashup

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Track List:

0:00 Mariah Carey - All I Want For Christmas Is You

3:57 Brenda Lee - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

6:00 Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire

10:04 Christmas Eve - Sarajevo

13:46 Harry Simeone Chorale - The Little Drummer Boy

17:05 Michael Buble - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

20:57 Percy Faith - We Need A Little Christmas

23:06 The Carpenters - Merry Christmas

Music Revolution

You wanted the worst?
You got the worst.

Spare you from all the chart topping, teeny bopping disposable happy horseshit that brings up the bile from the back of my neck
I have no time or tolerance for shitty wack acts like that
I wouldn't piss on their cd's to piss out a fire
I'm tired of all those lame ass, tame ass, prefabricated sorry excuses for singers and musicians who don't even write their own songs
What the world needs now is a is a musical revolution
We need some rock, we need something that has balls
We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power
Shit if it's going to be mellow, fuck man it had better have something, it had better mean something
I'm telling, you gotta hit 'em with something hard, you gotta stick 'em with something Limp, like Limp Bizkit
I'm so fucking tired of this shit that I'm hearing on the radio
Radio SUCKS
The same fucking songs over and over again
All the weak ones, all the disposable crap that isn't gonna matter in 3 months
It's just SHIT, (Hey) it's just crap Fred
Fred I'm telling you there's so much shit going on and we need some new music
What, what, what, what about Limp Bizkit?
Limp Bizkit is fucking cool, you guys are cool, the new record is great, but fuck all that other shit
I'm so sick of all that weak shit that's taking up streets and the charts

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Hit me!
Fire cracker
So there you go, 15 of your hard earned dollars right out the window
Most expensive piece of plastic I've ever come across
15 dollars
15 dollars, on a shiny piece of plastic
There it is Limp Bizkit in all it's glory
Fred Durst, the man, the myth, the compulsive master
You love him, you hate him, you love to hate him

Hello?

Once when I was afraid to speak, when I was just a lad
My pappy gave my nose a tweak and told me I was fat
Then I learned a brilliant word that save my aching nose, and the biggest word you've ever heard and this is how it goes
Supercalerfragalistic makes me alidosius
Even now the sound of it is something quite atrocious
Supercalerfragalistic makes me alidosius
Ah those were the days
I dunno
You got any more of that?

So what did you think you were getting a Celine Dion record?
No, no, no young bucky
You laughed, you cried, you just kissed your 15 bucks goodbye
Limp Bizkit, I don't think so
Fred Durst, I dunno
But what the hell, I got paid
Goodbye now

Down In Mexico by The Coasters from Death Proof Soundtrack

Down In Mexico Lyrics
by The Coasters
from Death Proof Soundtrack

Play the song "Down In Mexico" here

Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter, than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe

(Chorus)
He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana (piano is pronounced piana in this song)
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In honky tonk, down in Mexico

Well, the first time that I saw him
He was sittin on a piano stool
I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"
He just winked his eye and said "Man, be cool."

(Chorus)
He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

In Mexico...

All of a sudden in walks a chick

In Mexico...

Joe starts playin on a latin kick

In Mexico...

Around her waist she wore three fishnets

In Mexico...

She started dancin with the castanets

In Mexico...

I didn't know just what to expect

In Mexico...

She threw her arms around my neck

In Mexico...

We started dancin all around the floor (In Mexico...)
Until she did a dance I never saw before

So if you're south of the border
I mean down in Mexico
And you wanna get straight
Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe

(Chorus)
He wears a red bandana
Plays a cool piana
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky tonk, down in Mexico

[Spoken by Carl Gardner:]

Yeah, como esta usted senorita
Come with me to the border, south of the border, that is
In Mexico, yeah in Mexico
You can get your kicks in Mexico
Crazy, come with me baby, come with me, come with me, crazy, yeah

Death Proof Quentin Tarantino Lap Dance Scene

Death Proof Lap dance Illustration

Radio Music

In the new song by Usher - Scream, I'm afraid there are ghosts following me when ever is plays, because of all the "ah-ooh ah-ooh" it is quite disturbing and unsettling to hear.

"If you wanna scream, yeah
Let me know and I'll take you there
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby ooh ooh
baby baby ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby ooh ooh
baby baby ooh ooh ooh ooh baby
If you want it done right
Hope you're ready to go all night
Get you going like
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby ooh ooh
baby baby ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby baby ooh ooh
baby baby ooh ooh ooh ooh baby
If you wanna scream..."

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Also the "Sexy and I Know It" song by LMFAO, all I should have to say is "No, just No".

White Rabbit Lyrics

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small,

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all.

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall,

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call.

Call Alice

When she was just small.

When the men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low.

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know.

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead,

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked lyrics

I was walking down the street
When out the corner of my eye,
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said I never seen a man,
Who looks so all alone,
Could you use a little company?
If you could pay the right price,
Your evening will be nice,
Or you can go and send me on my way,
I said you're such a sweet young thing,
Why'd you do this to yourself?
She looked at me and this is what she said.

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees,
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could,
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

Not even 15 minutes later,
I'm still walking down the street,
When I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight,
And then he swept up from behind,
Put a gun up to my head,
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight,
He said give me all you've got,
I want your money not your life,
If you try to make a move I won't think twice,
I told him you can have my cash,
But first you know I've got to ask,
What made you want to live this kind of life?

He said there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees,
I got bills to pay
I got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

Now a couple hours past,
And I was sitting in my house,
The day was winding down and coming to an end,
So I turned on the TV,
And flipped it over to the news,
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend,
I saw a preacher man in cuffs
Taking money from the church,
He stuffed his bank account with righteous dollar bills
But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same,
Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills.

You know there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees,
We got bills to pay
We got mouths to feed
Ain't nothing in this world for free.
Oh no
We can't slow down,
We can't hold back
Though you know we wish we could.
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.

Eminem Lyrics - Stan

"Stan"

(feat. Dido)

[Chorus: Dido]

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..

got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window..

and I can't see at all

And even if I could it'll all be gray,

but your picture on my wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad,

it's not so bad..

[1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background]

[2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise]

[Eminem as 'Stan']

Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin

I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em

but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?

My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father

If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?

I'ma name her Bonnie

I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry

I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him

I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan

I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam

I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man

I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,

just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan

This is Stan

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']

Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance

I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans

If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert

you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew

That's my little brother man, he's only six years old

We waited in the blistering cold for you,

four hours and you just said, "No."

That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol

He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do

I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to

Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you

you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way

I never knew my father neither;

he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her

I can relate to what you're saying in your songs

so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on

cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed

I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest

Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds

It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me

See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it

My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7

But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does

She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up

You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose

Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.

We should be together too

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']

Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,

this'll be the last package I ever send your ass

It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?

I know you got my last two letters;

I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect

So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it

I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway

Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?

You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"

about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning

but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?

That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning

Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy

and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call

I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall

I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it

You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it

And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it

I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me

See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!

Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk

but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you

cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too

Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now

Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?

[car tires squeal] [CRASH]

.. [brief silence] .. [LOUD splash]

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem]

Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy

You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?

Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that

and here's an autograph for your brother,

I wrote it on the Starter cap

I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you

Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you

But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?

I say that shit just clownin dogg,

c'mon - how fucked up is you?

You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling

to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some

And what's this shit about us meant to be together?

That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other

I really think you and your girlfriend need each other

or maybe you just need to treat her better

I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time

before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine

if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan

why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan

I just don't want you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick

Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge

and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid

and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to

Come to think about, his name was.. it was you

Damn!

I's The B'y

I walked a mile in your shoes today Kenneth. And I've learned so much.
I don't think you did sir, you see I only have the one pair and I sleep in them.

I'm The Boy

I's the b'y that builds the boat
And I's the b'y that sails her
I's the b'y that catches the fish
And brings them home to Lizer.

Hip yer partner, Sally Thibault
Hip yer partner, Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour
All around the circle!

Sods and rinds to cover your flake
Cake and tea for supper
Codfish in the spring o' the year
Fried in maggoty butter.

I don't want your maggoty fish
They're no good for winter
I could buy as good as that
Down in Bonavista.

I took Liza to a dance
As fast as she could travel
And every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel.

Susan White, she's out of sight
Her petticoat wants a border
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner.

Brainwashed by Radio

I've been listening to the radio lately, no stations in particular just flipping around. And I've noticed certain stations only air a limited playlist over hours of air time. Im talking about a variety of five unique songs over hours. To me this is very strange because there must be millions of songs available in the world, after taking into account the music that would appeal to a given region, or legal issues or any number of reasons there are still many songs to select from. Not to mention the playlist from last month, then the month before, and so on and so forth.

There must be a logical reason for why such a small selection of music is played, its not like people watch the same movie three times a week and I cant imagine a limited playlist would draw more listeners, it would probably turn listeners away because it's the same thing over and over.

So who would stand to gain the most from just a few songs flooding the airwaves?

Then I remembered the Mere-exposure effect, this is a psychological phenomenon by which people tend to develop a preference for things merely because they are familiar with them. In social psychology, this effect is sometimes called the familiarity principle. The effect has been demonstrated with many kinds of things, including words, Chinese characters, paintings, pictures of faces, geometric figures, and sounds. In studies of interpersonal attraction, the more often a person is seen by someone, the more pleasing and likeable that person appears to be.

Now what does this all mean to me? Select radio stations are being funded by; music labels, producers, companies, or whoever in order to coerce average people into liking certain songs/artists. That it comes down to is radio broadcasters being payed to play select music so the radio music is being used as one long commercial. Which creates money for whoever actually owns the royalties on the music, just because an artist is on the cover, they didn't need to write, record or do anything to create the media.

Everybody's on a Boat

The original I'm On A Boat with T-Pain.

The Death Metal Cover by GoatMill and Evil Genius as T-Pain.

And Fall To The Queen's Metal Cover