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The Word 'repulse': I Hate This Word. I Believe 'repel' Is A Perfectly Good Word, And 'repulsion' Is The Noun, As Well As The Title Of An Excellent Dinosaur Jr. Song. A Compulsion Compels You; An Impulse Impels You. Nobody Ever Says 'compulse' Or 'impulse' As A Verb. So Why Would You Ever Say 'repulse'? This Word Haunts Me In My Sleep, Like A Silver Dagger Dancing Before My Eyes. Renee Looked It Up And I Was Wrong. But I Still Kind Of Think I'm Right.

If All Music Did Was Bring The Past Alive, That Would Be Fine. You Can Hide Away In Music And Let It Recapture Memories Of Things That Used To Be. But Music Is Greedy And It Wants More Of Your Heart Than That. It Demands The Future, Your Future. Music Wants The Rest Of Your Life. So You Can't Rest Easy. At Any Moment, A Song Can Come Out Of Nowhere To Shake You Up, Jump-start Your Emotions, Ruin Your Life.

'american Horror' Is The Debasement Of The Suburban Family, The Way A Lonely Kid Would Have Imagined It In The Seventies.

When We Die, We Will Turn Into Songs, And We Will Hear Each Other And Remember Each Other.

Davy Jones Was The Grooviest Of The Monkees, Which Makes Him One Of The Grooviest Pop Stars Who Ever Existed. He Was The Best Dancer In The Monkees, The Cute One, The One With The Coy English Accent, The Bowl-cut Boy-child Who Shook Those Cherry-red Maracas And Always Got The Girl. He Was Also The Guy Who Stole David Bowie's Original Name.