Facebook friend of mine decides to post another "pointless rant". This time it's about music.

I know I've done this like a million times, but fuck it: This looks like a job for Pull-your-head-out-of-your-ass Man!

Lyrics then (Led Zeppelin, 1971, older and Zeppelin; Therefore, a masterpiece)

Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim

I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow

Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood

Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

A model built for comfort, really built with style

Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise

Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red

Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

I can't stop talkin' about...

Come to me for service every hundred miles

Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Fully automatic, comes in any size

Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Feather-light suspension, Koni's couldn't hold

I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors

Talkin' 'bout love [X3]

Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.

Source

(More) Modern lyrics (A Wilhelm Scream, 2013, more modern lyrics; therefore, complete shit)

You wanted everything; you got it, you got it

Your soul departed

Ready to die instead

Surrender was days away, or not I guess

This lonely place; time expires

At a snail's pace

Taking the long way down, rudderless

Thread the needle, inches from death

Taking the long way down to Sassaquin

To sweat the fever out

Then you got back from hell

And brought it back with you

Every move is suspect

Another crack in the division bell

These things take time; you need to be patient

As I'm pulling the legs off of spiders

It's all talk, it's all excuses

I'm put to the test when you take flight

Always blaming someone

Don't blame me

You're staying off of it, you honest-to-God it

Now you're back when you started

In the bathroom hiding

Thought I was blinded; I did nothing about it

It's always you just got out

Your life's struggle but I can't shut my mouth

If this town's your highness, this time

Let it be me asking for the bullet between the king's eyes

Then you got back from hell

And brought us back with you

Every move is suspect

Another crack in the division bell

Sayin' these things take time; you need to be patient

As I'm pulling the legs off of spiders

You see me talking, but it's just sentences

I put to the death my own advice

Always blaming someone

Don't blame me

Don't blame me

I blame myself

I see so much of myself in you

Always blaming someone

Don't blame me

Don't blame me

I blame myself

I blame myself

For nothing

Source

TL;DR: Quit your cherry pickin' bullshit.

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