Bed-o-win Sound-torture

I don't know about y'all, but if I hear "When the Night Feels My Song" by Bedouin Soundclash one more time, I'm going to lose it. Seriously, I want Coca-Cola bottles to fall from the sky (a la The Gods Must be Crazy) and hit them all on the head.

Other songs that drive me meshugena:
  • anything by Maroon 5
  • "Pon de Replay" by Rihanna
  • "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter
  • anything by Simple Plan, Amanda Marshall, Nickelback/Chad Kroeger, or other lame Canadian acts that wouldn't be "acts" without Canadian content regulations

    • Comments

    Anonymous said…
    have you ever heard Jason's rendition of "you had a bad day"....it's BRILLIANT! it'll make u wanna slit your own wrists seven different ways.......
    October 07, 2005 3:48 pm
    Jason said…
    You're Yanni.
    October 12, 2005 1:12 pm
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