I want it to be known to the world, that I really, really hate the band Incubus. They have nothing worthwhile to offer me, nor society at large. Shitty instrumentals and lyrics that make no sense some how now equate to making a lot of money. Well sign me up, shit-heads. I could do that in about three days. Then I will be a thousandarie. It’s not just because all of my ex’s have loved Incubus… well it is… that and they make no sense at all. It was great when i was a teenager, and I could listen to this shit and think it was over my head, but now it’s not. And come to think of it, it never was. FUCK YOU INCUBUS. Kiss my ass.
Edit: I wrote this in about five seconds off the top of my head, but please, let me further explain. We can start with the name: Incubus. What’s that mean, fans? Check it: in-cu-bus??[in-kyuh-buhs, ing-] –noun, plural -bi ?[-bahy] Show IPA , -bus?es. 1. an imaginary demon or evil spirit supposed to descend upon sleeping persons, esp. one fabled to have sexual intercourse with women during their sleep. Compare succubus (def. 1) 2. a nightmare. 3. something that weighs upon or oppresses one like a nightmare. Here’s what I think about that: 1. Great idea, rapists. Name your band after a rapist devil. NICE ONE BRO! 2. I agree, I mean, all of you can hear, right? 3. And apparently they aim to cause stress induced break downs. Oh and they have a DJ… great. Here are some other bands that have a DJ: 1. Limp Bizkit 2. Linkin Park 3. Slipknot And of course, I think: 1. Uh you were cool for about 10 seconds in 8th grade. Please don’t ever make a porno again. You make me ill, and not in a good way.1 2. Why do you even exist? You all are worse than Incubus… for shame! 3. You people vomit on yourselves on stage… no comment.
Now lets take a look at a few lyrical gems from their top three songs, according to last.fm, which are: Drive, Anna Molly, and Love Hurts.
So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive? It’s driven me before And it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around But lately I’m beginning to find that When I drive myself my light is found
First, shouldn’t it be waive, the verb? Then, you’re either going drunk or sober driving? It’s (either fear, water, wine) driving you? Where are you going? And being self-sufficient leads you to god? Wow. That’s horrible.
Sometimes when I’m alone I wonder is there a spell that I am under keeping me from seeing the real thing
Yes, the spell of idiocy. Next.
A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness, A thousand ships couldn’t sail me back from distress. (distress) Wish you were here. I’m a wounded satellite. I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.
To me this says: You left and I was sad, so I fucked a bunch of chicks I wished were you. I’m so fucked up, come back. I’m not man enough to make myself right. Great, so you have the same feelings as regular people despite your immense popularity, and you’re stilling playing the broken heart card? Or is wounded satellite the astounding metaphor the guy in the comments was talking about?
Edit: This page was #1 when you googled “I hate incubus,” which was apparently the name of the band’s forum or something.
Here is a screenshot:
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