Beverly Hills
The new Weezer song “Beverly Hills”, chosen from the CD to be the first radio hit, is a piece of crap wrapped in decaying spinach loosely bound with human hair.
Are you grossed out? Did your stomach turn a quarter turn? That’s what I’m going for, because that’s how I felt this morning listening to this song. I wish Kyle Carter was around. I’d like to hear what he has to say about all this, as he is the biggest Weezer fan I know.
I do love Weezer. I even found Maladroit to have charming qualities. Even when they’re more rock than angst, they’re still a good band. This new song is awful. There’s some of the Maladroit rock feeling, coupled with a catchy sing-a-long chorus (kind of), but the rest of the song feels like they went to the studio, pounded out those three chords over and over, and Rivers Cuomo made up shit that didn’t even rhyme, and didn’t really sing it, but didn’t put any effort into making it sound like he meant it.
Plus what’s this crap about Beverly Hills? I can’t relate to that. Bah.
(Lyrics are posted as the first comment.)
Where I come from isn’t all that great
My automobile is a piece of crap
My fashion sense is a little whack
And my friends are just as screwy as me
I didn’t go to boarding schools
Preppy girls never looked at me
Why should they I ain’t nobody
Got nothing in my pocket
[Chorus]
Beverly Hills – That’s where I want to be! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills…
Beverly Hills – Rolling like a celebrity! (Gimme Gimme)
Living in Beverly Hills…
Look at all those movie stars
They’re all so beautiful and clean
When the housemaids scrub the floors
They get the spaces in between
I wanna live a life like that
I wanna be just like a king
Take my picture by the pool
Cause I’m the next big thing!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
The truth is…I don’t stand a chance
Its something that you’re born into…
And I just don’t belong…
No I don’t – I’m just a no class, beat down fool
And I will always be that way
I might as well enjoy my life
And watch the stars play
[Chorus]
I can’t believe I actively searched this song out, just to hear the monstrocity that Weezer has become. *blood shoots out of her ears*
It’s sad, isn’t it? Meine frienden Ade sent me this message:
I know you love Weezer and occasionally buy music. The new album is on presale for $5.
http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/store/artist/album/0,,3204553,00.html
Under normal circumstances, this would have made me jump for joy. Imagine getting a copy of Pinkerton for $5 (it’s more like $10 when you count shipping). I still want to cry, and it’s been 29 hours since I heard the vile thing.