People often asked me if I was going to just go insane one day and shoot up the school. They also often asked me if I was anorexic. I guess that was the price to pay for being quiet a lot and skinny.
Richie Ramone, of course, being behind that song. Rumor has it that Johnny didn’t take too kindly too Richie’s songs, since Richie made use of chords that Johnny was unfamiliar with—I do believe that Johnny got quite frustrated over a.. m7? that Richie used. Can’t remember/don’t know. It’s weird how the band didn’t seem to fully recognize him as a Ramone (and Richie even hinted at this while he was in the band, even in one interview—albeit jokingly—introducing the fact that Joey would often block the view of Richie. Joey quickly replied how he doesn’t block Richie (Joey with control here, yet in earlier years, it is clear that the drummer at the time (Tommy) held dominance over Joey. Such changes over time... impressive)), even though—from my perspective—Richie brought more to the Ramones than what Marky did.
This is no place for talk like that. There are other avenues of approach for the taking.
I am a fighter, baby.
That song has been stuck in my head all day.
I was just listening to The Pixies last night, if that's what themagicroundabout was referring to.
This is going to need airbags, that is, if we want to make it out of this one with our bodies still intact.
I sold my freedom of speech
Take solace in the wings of your champion.
Unless we're talking about wicker rocking chairs or the possabilities of a hot glue gun.
