Some of you will feel that we picked the wrong Elvis movie soundtrack, or that we were insane to leave off Tom Petty’s Let Me Up (I’ve Had Enough) or Public Enemy’s Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age. We’re sure there are people out there that love Elton John’s Leather Jackets, the Velvet Underground’s Squeeze, and Carole King’s Speeding Time. Needless to say, rock fans are notorious contrarians and one person’s garbage album is another person’s overlooked classic. ( Cough-Genesis- cough).Ī huge percent of them were sad victims of horrid Eighties production choices, most notably the dismal period from 1985 to 1988, when cheeseball synths and shotgun-blast snare drums created a sound that has aged worse than a tuna fish and sardine sandwich left in the sun. (Hello, Liz Phair.) Some of them were crafted before a band found its true sound (Pantera, take a bow), while others came long after key members parted and the band had no earthly reason to still exist. (Elton, we’re looking at you.) Some of them came from label pressure to move beyond a cult following by creating commercial music. Some of these albums were the products of way too much cocaine. Among the many celebrated masterpieces these artists have given the world, they have also turned in works so monumentally putrid that nothing short of “a touch of madness” can explain their existence. Now let me listen to the stories you tell and we can make moves like a person in jail.“There is no great genius without a touch of madness.” Greek philosopher Aristotle made this observation roughly 2,300 years ago, long before legit geniuses like Bob Dylan, John Lennon, Carole King, Elton John, Madonna, and Prince proved him right. Take a deep a breath and exhale your ex male friend, boyfriend was boring as hell Yell out timber when you fall through the chop shop. You can hump them, lift them, bend them, give them something to remember Skinny, slim women got the camel toe within them So keep your hands off my cheeks, and let me study how you ride the beat Specially the big girl, big girls need love too no discrimination here, squirrel Now they got me in the middle feeling like a man whore The girls all pause with glee, turning left turning right, are they looking at me?īut I was looking at them, there, there on the dance floor Then the whole room fell silent (Shhhhh!) Speakerboxx vibrate the tag, make it sound like aluminum cans in a bagīut I know ya’ll wanted that 808 can you feel that B-A-S-S, bass Trunk rattlin’ like two midgets in the back seat wrestlin So click it or ticket lets see your seat belt fastened We're tapping right into your memory banks (Thanks!) Now that’s for anyone askin’ give me one pass em’ Not clashin’, not at all but see my nigga went to do a little acting. We never relaxin’, OutKast is everlastin’ The video follows Big Boi as the proprietor of a rim shop and then the video also takes places at other locations, the video also features Fonzworth Bentley and actress Ki Toy Johnson. The song also peaked at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. This is also the first single released from his 2003 album Speakerboxx, and the one of the first two singles besides " Hey Ya!" to be released from their 2003 double album Speakerboxx/The Love Below. The song also features singer/rapper/OutKast mentor, Sleepy Brown. Big Boi, Carl-Mo The Way You Move is a song recorded by Big Boi, one half of the American hip hop duo OutKast.
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