Jim Jamesson

For all the people that think Jack Black’s yells and screams and yeahhhh’s and ahhhhhahhhhhhhhyeahh!!!!’s are some of the most ridiculously overkill ’singing’ out there… you might have missed some vintage Rod Stewart screeching on some of the most absurdly loud yeaahhh’s ever verbalized by human beings. Here’s a couple examples of what I mean…

Rod Stewart wearing some short ass shorts and Converse.

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Here’s what I think Kenny Rogers intended this song to say, the night he wrote it in some skank ass motel with some homegirl hooker. Damn, Kenny Rogers rules all of the world and he even kicks so much more’r ass that he’ll probably be ruling the moon too before it’s all said and done and shit. Read more »

You guys, just now, at 3:12 AM, Elton John came on Movin’ Easy. I turned off Lionel Ritchie on repeat one at 3:09, EXACTLY 3 minutes.

I TOLD YOU GUYS. IT DOES NOT FAIL.

If Kermit the Frog was a woman, and a singer lady, I’m not so sure we’d tell it apart from Natalie Merchant. Am I the only one who thinks this?

Don’t hear much of Whitney Houston these days. Well, you normal people don’t anyways. If you listen to Sirius 4 24/7 like I do, you hear her about 4 or 5 times a day. Whitney, you rock.

Would somebody please for the love of god please explain to me exactly what in the hell this song even means:

America – Tin Man Lyrics…

Sometimes late when things are real And people share the gift of gab between themselves Some are quick to take the bait And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad.

So please believe in me When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles

Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad

So please believe in me When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round Smoke glass stain bright color Image going down, down, down, down Soapsuds green like bubbles

No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man That he didnt, didnt already have And cause never was the reason for the evening Or the tropic of sir galahad

So please believe in me

Alright this one is pretty funny. First my apologies to Kate Voegle and Hanson, please take no offense here.

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Just thinking about this song whilst it plays. Saw some shit on A&E or some shit maybe it was Biography or something… anyways, so Radio Paradise played this song (actually has played it many times per RP guy) called “Downpressor Man” by Sinead O’Connor which is actually written by Peter Tosh.

Anyways, this is kinda funny, at least to me. So like, ok… let me start from the beginning to recap this whole thing.

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This song is so fun to put on repeat, sit in your underwear at 4am and build some websites. I want everyone to share the joy of singing along with the vocalist of the month, Michael Q Tip McDonald:

He came from somewhere back in her long ago The sentimental fool dont see Tryin hard to recreate What had yet to be created once in her life

She musters a smile For his nostalgic tale Never coming near what he wanted to say Only to realize It never really was

She had a place in his life He never made her think twice As he rises to her apology Anybody else would surely know Hes watching her go

But what a fool believes he sees No wise man has the power to reason away What seems to be Is always better than nothing And nothing at all keeps sending him…

Somewhere back in her long ago Where he can still believe theres a place in her life Someday, somewhere, she will return

She had a place in his life He never made her think twice As he rises to her apology Anybody else would surely know Hes watching her go

But what a fool believes he sees No wise man has the power to reason away What seems to be Is always better than nothing Theres nothing at all But what a fool believes he sees…