she rose up, against oppression and lousy record sales. he came down from the peaks, to a bleached bottom reality of "i'm a producer now . . . i guess, way too quick, 'ya fag. but he don't mean fag like as in fag, dude, but rather as in, "you're a fag dude, as in fag, but not gay fag. now don't get me started on my shady meanings of 'gay'" it's all the mouth to eye heard interpretation.
i do find it interesting, though, that some on here, the mighty forum of nine thirty (whether they paid for the f-ing ticket or not) found the melted candy's performance to be just that: looking like smeared crap on the hands of all that were present. he's such a fag . . . dude.
