Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Sherbert (Is How It Should Be Spelled, Dammit)

This is undeniably one of the creepiest songs ever written, but the drums sound so good. Go up to the Problem Attic and put your headphones for this one and–whatever you do–don’t look up the backstory on the lyrics.


  1. But he’s calling attention to the fact that girls my age are being prostituted. I’m not exactly upset with this

  2. He can’t measure his “love”; there’s nothing to compare it to. I’ll give you creepy:


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