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   Musical historians and lyric forensics experts are baffled by   
   the new song by the American band, sic the Neighbourhood 'the NBHD'   
   hailing from Newbury Park, California. Two Japanese, three German and   
   four American lyrical professors and forensic experts; unanimously   
   deciphered the current alternative hit titled, "Sweater Weather" as one   
   of the greatest songs that subliminally that encourages (cough) shit   
   eating, known as coprophilia or scat. One must do their   
   homework to find that Wolfgang A. Mozart was an exponent of scatology.   
   (Listen to Mozart's Allegro from K.191 - Bassoon Concerto in Bflat   
   Major, in one of the earliest exemplars of scatology utilizing the   
   Bassoon, if you can't hear it (the process)in a bassoon writes, Dr.   
   Wei-Mi "then the general populous won't notice NBHD's sly act.)   
      
   Dr. Jay-Zee comments on the songs lyrics for brevity. "I heard this song   
   on an Atlanta alternative radio station and wondered what the fuck was   
   this "hold your shit"..."for you shit"...and a nauseating whinny back up   
   vocal droning out "hole!, hole!, hole!", "breath away" incredible. At   
   first I scratched my forehead and thought it   
   as a Lady Gaga ploy. We could expect similar themes from the bowels of   
   Justin Bieber and Lady Gaga's tonsils coming soon. Now I'm not the one   
   to prognosticate scatology but in my research as well as my colleagues   
   cannot find another song that simply is a subliminal subjugation for the   
   music audience to euphemistically partake in scat.   
   Examining the lyrics."   
      
   "And if I may just take your breath away   
   I don't mind if there's not much to say   
      
   Sometimes the silence guides your mind   
   (Indeed!...leave to your imagination whilst your central focus is on the   
   asshole. Yes, you've heard it hear first on NNTP.)   
      
   So move to a place so far away   
   (The stench ladies and gents...the stench.)   
      
   The goosebumps start to race   
   The minute that my left hand meets your waist   
   And then I watch your face   
   Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste yeah   
   These hearts adore, everyone the other beat heart is for   
   Inside this place is warm   
   Outside is ice cold   
      
   (Incredibly the singer is wanting to trace his fingers around the   
   pulsating sphincter."the hearts" are the shape of an ass cheeks. "Put my   
   finger on your tongue" reverts to polarity opposites of a kiss but one   
   placed on the "hole", astounding!   
      
   Coming down   
   One love, two mouths   
   One love, one house   
   No shirts, no blouse   
   Just us, you find out   
   Nothing I really wanna tell you about, no no no   
   'Cause it's too cold whoa   
   For you here <-------  “singers is magically inserting “FOR YOUR SHIT!?   
   And now, so let me hold whoa <-----Listeners want to silently say, "to   
   hold your shit"   
   Both your hands in the holes of my sweater"   
      
   Readers of this article should note that in the old days of parlor   
   tricks before the advent of radio and tv, traveling minstrel circus   
   would traverse the old U.S of A., and there would be magicians who would   
   magically pick your pocket. This form of trickery has escalated   
   to the art of crafting a song, pardon the pun. We are not bashing the   
   Neighbourhood but the art or craft of sublimating repressed "hopes and   
   dreams" perhaps the song writer(s)who pull the wool over their listeners   
   ears wins! May we have the Grammy please.   
   Oh and by the way Daft Punks song uses a similar ploy in their song "Get   
   Lucky" by using the phrase "We're off on Mexican lucky!" Lovely day   
   isn't it?   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)