Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Whatever you think of his music, I think James Blunt is a really interesting and funny guy (if irredeemably posh). The time he was on "Something for the Weekend" he made Tim Lovejoy look an absolute tit (well, even more of a tit than Tim Lovejoy manages to make himself look). "I can see thirteen things in this room I could use to kill you Tim". Lovejoy did not look happy
The fundamental cause of the trouble is that in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt.
—Bertrand Russell
Well, top of the DeWinter list of God-awful, and actually pretty disgusting songs goes to Cannibal Corpse and their charming ditty "Necropedophile". A song that could only be dreamt up by a band who's fans are doomed to remain forever virgins.
Next is Snap! and "Rhythm is a Dancer", with the truly cringe-inducing lyric of "I'm serious as cancer" in it.
Third is John Lennon and "Imagine". Just pass me my puking bowl.
In a similar vein is Savage Garden's "Affirmation", although at least SG didn't perform their drippy song in front of the New York 100 like Lennon.
Elton John and "Saturday Night alright for fighting". What the hell would he know about that? I suspect it was a mis-print and he meant to say fisting.
Can't believe no-one has given the thumbs down to Black Lace's wedding disco classic "Agadoo" yet, although it did give us the rather amusing "Chicken Song".
Bon Jovi's "It's my life", a pretty lame re-working of a fun single they released back when their groupies didn't have stretchmarks and sagging breasts.
Anything by Frank Sinatra.
Rednex "Cotton Eyed Joe". Music to father a child on your own sister by.
Wham! "Last Christmas". Not only how it's the true sign that the yearly debt-fest is on the way, it's lyrics are beyond gibberish.
Mariah Carey "Fantasy". My fantasy is that the slaughtered pig squeal she makes is actually from her being cut up and turned into sausages.
reminds me of another puketastic classic - I don't know it's title, but the refrain goes something like
... anybody got a laaarge, old, foul-smelling sock at hand? ... 
...
