Not just an excuse to revel in Bowie-related glory...but what does mars mean to you? Alex and Dave did a talk about it recently, and it got me a-wondering what exactly it meant....

....probably something to do with David Bowie. And that bit of classical music called Mars from The Planets, and the chocolate.

By Anonymous on Wednesday, October 11, 2000 - 10:21 pm:

sorry to do this but i think this is brilliant confusion and a much better layout scheme!
jamie feel free to delete....

By Anonymous on Wednesday, October 11, 2000 - 10:25 pm:

By BIG BRETT on Wednesday, October 11, 2000 - 10:51 pm:

NO ITS NOT
IT LOOKS FUCKING STUPID!
AND DONT ANSWER ME BACK CUZ YOU KNOW IT LOOKS SHIT, IS A WASTE OF SPACE AND YOU DONT WANT AN ARGUEMENT WITH ME

By Ian on Wednesday, October 11, 2000 - 11:08 pm:

That looks fucking awful.
Who thinks that Toploader are shit? I do.
Here's why-

BLUR-
Every night we're gone
And to Karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
Though the words are wrong
It really really could happen
Yes it really really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you just let them go

-melancholic, anthemic, life-defining.

TOSSLOADER-
Just hold on
Just hold on
When you feel like you can't hold on
Just hold on

-big pile o' dogshit.

By Thomas Williams impostor on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 12:05 pm:

yeah but big brett your forgetting that you are an utter wanker, and remain in the closet about your sexuality...therefore taking it out on the other coping people (most of who don't stand up to you)...i think it looks really cool! naff is the new cool....may brett burn in hell yeah!

By Thomas Williams impostor on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 12:08 pm:

and Ian...i have no grudge with you...BUT Toploader (if i'm thinking of the right band) sound good, and make music that i want to listen to...therefore dosn't that make them good? or perhaps they have to be a little more wank to pass the test....not that blur are wank mind!

By Eddy on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 01:40 pm:

Tossloader pass the wank test with flying colours though Thomarse Impostor.

By TVOR on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 06:09 pm:

Indeed !!

It's amazing the amount of sense BIG BRETT talks. It's a shame he's got to take abuse for being strongly opinionated.

Go BRETT, I say, tell it straight !

And Jotsloader are faeces. Faecal matter with a perm.

By nathallie on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 08:20 pm:

aw, ian, i have no idea who toploader are, but you picked very selective lyrics... maybe they have some better ones. and besides, sometimes the music itself is more the focal point than the lyrics. ie. with some primal scream and chemical brother's stuff... and i'm sure blur has a weak written chorus somewhere. but i'm ALSO sure that you know MUCH more about what you're talking about than i am... and, well, i didn't get to see the person that i was hoping to see today, so i'm in a sort of excited state.... oh when, oh when?
have a great day anyway, to everyone!
love,
nat.

By Ian on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 08:45 pm:

You don't know Tossloader, Nath- they DO NOT sound like the Chems or the Primals- they sound like the retarded adopted son of Ocean Colour Scene, Jamiroquai and Simply Red. They defy convention by being amazingly shit, so shit I actually want to cry. They name themselves after a type of spliff so they can get credability, whilst at the same time tour with Jon Bon Jovi. Cool lads! Did Richey Manic die* for all our sins so we could listen to pap like this. What a cunt Tossloader man is! He recently said his album "Onka's Big Moka" was, and I quote, "the best debut album by a guitar band ever" cockhole! As a Melody Maker writer put it after Blur's Meltdown gig- "(Blur are) the most superlative rock band of our generation. So you can fuck off now, Toploader" Piss off you Toploader cunt! I hate you more than I hated Lee Rowlands in year 9. And I hated him so much I wished him dead! Sorry, but it had to be said.

*Or bugger off to Norwich.

By TVOR on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 08:47 pm:

Nevermind all that bollocks, just say these three easy words :

'Jotsloader are shite'

...hold on, didn't a band have a t-shirt out with that kind of slogan on it the other year, directed at some *other* band ?

By TVOR on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 08:49 pm:

That was to Nat, btw, not you, Ian. You're spot on about Botsgroper.

By BIG BRETT on Thursday, October 12, 2000 - 10:11 pm:

RIGHT! THATS IT! IM WOUND UP! TWI U ARE A FUCKING TWAT WHO CAN THINK OF NOTHING MORE CREATIVE THAN IDOLISE SOME TOSSER WHO JUST SAYS YEAH TO EVERYTHING. YOU ARENT COOL ENOUGH TO BE ANYONE ELSE'S IMPOSTER IN HERE SO I HAVE A SUGGESTION....NEVER COME BACK TO COPING CUZ IM GOING TO GIVE YOU HELL

By Dave Hedgehog on Friday, October 13, 2000 - 05:24 am:

That's the red one isn't it

By Joe on Sunday, October 15, 2000 - 06:16 pm:

Yes Dave.

And I'm so glad everyone's jumping on my Mars bandwagon.

Ooh..that Tossloader twat.

By indigo on Thursday, November 23, 2000 - 07:57 pm:

Why why why have Drossgroaner REreleased a (s)hit record (dancing in the sodding moonlight)? A little bit desperate for money there?

I think another lyrics comparison is called for:

dancing in the moonlight
everybodys feeling warm and bright
yeah were dancing in the moonlight
everybodys feeling warm and bright
yeah moonlight mmmmmmmmmmm
we're really trite
and also shite


compared with....

bank holiday comes 6 times a year
days of enjoyment to which everyone CHEERS
bank holiday plus a 6 pack of beer
then its back to work AGAIN

By nattklubb on Thursday, November 23, 2000 - 09:06 pm:

heh heh, it'd be funny if some band that's serious that's trying to seem like they take the piss actually sang about how shite they are....
and joe...
as of yet, mars has no meaning to me. just another place i'll never go....

By Thomas Williams on Thursday, November 23, 2000 - 10:32 pm:

I helped write these songs....
1. The Beatles - she loves you
2. Ash - oh yeah
3. Blur - song 2
4. Oasis - colombia
5. Nirvana - lithium

I'm so happy cos today ah found ma friends here in ma head...i'm so ugly thats ok cos so are you we broke our mirrors...limelite candels in our days cos I found god......

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By Joe on Sunday, November 26, 2000 - 01:30 pm:

Oh for fucks sake. I bet you go off to your friends and brag about how cool you are that you piss the fuck off a load of people you don't know. And I bet they don't really care. And you don't really have any friends, because you're so fucking boring. And I bet you tried to grow a moustache to look hard but that failed, so you just cry yourself to sleep every night.

And now you'll come back with something you think is funny.

And still no-one will care.

By OOoooom Papa! on Monday, November 27, 2000 - 07:21 am:

Old narky Joe.

By No one messes with Thomas Williams on Monday, November 27, 2000 - 10:33 pm:

Eat this Joe you fat lump of shit
I hope you die in a car crash
ALTOGETHER NOW!

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By nattklubb on Tuesday, November 28, 2000 - 01:53 am:

sigh. i think thomas must be one of us, joe, meaning that he's probably a NORMAL coper also, but this is like, an alter-alter ego, 'cos who'd be pathetic enough to join and frequent a board of his fave band just to irritate on it?

By Lucky on Tuesday, November 28, 2000 - 01:17 pm:

"ALTOGETHER NOW!"?
What, you and your imposters? Party on...

By Joe on Tuesday, November 28, 2000 - 07:14 pm:

It seems to me that I struck a nerve there....

By Thomas Williams Impostor Impostor on Tuesday, November 28, 2000 - 09:47 pm:

Just fuck off Joe
I fucking hate your guts you shit!

By Lucky on Wednesday, November 29, 2000 - 03:19 pm:

A very LONG nerve.

By Tina Gayndor-Smythe on Thursday, November 30, 2000 - 12:23 pm:

Absolutely!