Oh Why, oh why, oh why when I listen to this song I laugh my ass off, because the thought of "not of a good aim" comes to mind?
Oh do I have a dirty mind!
Perhaps Deaky had a ummmm "personal" problem.
LOL
I doubt it. The randy bastard has six children now. I'm sure he was just taking the piss out of Brian, who was too mild-mannered to engage in such rigorous sexual activity.
Hmmmm I don't know about that Lester dear, perhaps Deaky was taking fertility drugs when he wrote that to correct the ummm problem.
Brian, I don't know. I heard that Freddie once said that he had a huge wang, but he seems too, I don't know, submissive. Perhaps you are right. HA!
Seriously now, there are some cases that when people write a nice pop song or ballad its mostly about a personal problem that it cannot be said.
Take "Growing On Me" by The Darkness, for example. At a glance, you read the lyrics and you might think, "Awww, that's a sweet song about a developing crush". That is not true, it was really about Justin's problem with pubic lice. *ewwww*. So sappy love songs can be rather sick :P
The song Misfire just reminds me off men that cannot aim well during intercourse or/and shoots blanks. LOL
Of course when John is concerned its only a theory/interpretation.
It's a laugh. :P
Gee, I wonder what gave you the idea for this post S.R.?
Perhaps my analysis of the lyrics over at QOL ;) Nah, just a coincidence.
Anyway, it's a song about anal sex.
Cuz Freddie's singing about the other person having a loaded gun and filling him up.. I suppose it could be oral but then he couldn't finish singing the song, now could he?
LMAO
Please excuse my naivety, Shoujo. I used to think that this song was written about premature ejaculation, but obviously I came to that conclusion too soon...
"Cuz Freddie's singing about the other person having a loaded gun and filling him up.. I suppose it could be oral but then he couldn't finish singing the song, now could he?"
"Bwon't byou miffire, bwfill me bwup. Bwith bthe debwire...."
Are you sure?
I can't get rid of you
I don't know what to do
I don't even know who's growing on who (yeah yeah)
cos everywhere i go you're there
i can't get you outta my hair
i can't pretend that i don't care (it's not fair)
(Well, so far, so good...)
I'm being punished for all my offences
i wanna touch you but i'm afraid of the consequences (what?!)
i wanna banish you from whence you came
but you're part of me now and i've only got myself to blame
(I'm beginning to see it...)
you're really growing on me (or am i growing on you)
you're really growing on me (or am i growing on you)
oww!
Sleeping in a empty bed
cos i can't get you off my head
(Hang on a minute...head lice too?)
and i won't have enough until you're dead
i wanna shake you off but you just won't go
and you are all i'll ever need (Really?)
but i don't want anyone to know (I'm not surprised)
and you're attached to me
and thats how you've grown
will you leave me alone?