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I absolutly hate that commercial personally. And the song doesnt even make sense. It goes uno (one), dos (two), tres (three), and then catorce (fourteen!). How in the world does that make sense. I think Bono should have checked his spanish before writing this song
I absolutly hate that commercial personally. And the song doesnt even make sense. It goes uno (one), dos (two), tres (three), and then catorce (fourteen!). How in the world does that make sense. I think Bono should have checked his spanish before writing this song
Joined: Sun Oct 17, 2004 10:02 pm Posts: 373 Location: Small ass town in Indiana.....
at first i thought the song was a little strange & i didnt really like it, but now that i have heard it a few more times, & heard on TV a lot lately....i find myself bobbing my head to the high energy beat......i like it.
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Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 1:03 am Posts: 24177 Location: Australia
Too Big a Man Too Say wrote:
I absolutly hate that commercial personally. And the song doesnt even make sense. It goes uno (one), dos (two), tres (three), and then catorce (fourteen!). How in the world does that make sense. I think Bono should have checked his spanish before writing this song
It's because Steve Lillywhite produced their first, second, third & fourteenth records.
I haven't seen it and I hope I never do. I love U2 and the thought of them whoring themselves out like this sickens me.
_________________ Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
Joined: Mon Oct 18, 2004 1:03 am Posts: 24177 Location: Australia
Blind Melvana wrote:
Couldn't this have been handled via mass PM?
or via the other music forum?
_________________ Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer. The sun beat down upon the steps of time to light the way To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.
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