BvBPL
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Or are millionaires in makeup and earrings with their own helicopters and jet airplanes immune to that?
Your OP lacks context. Who is giving the money and what isn't the recipient doing to merit the money?
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire
@Owen Glyndwr: The video is geoblocked for me; no Canadians allowed. But judging by the verse quoted, it's not something I'd have wanted to hear anyway.
I still don't see the point of the thread.
We got to move those micro-wave ovens... Custom kitchen deliveries!
Dire Straits had one of the best guitarists around.
The song is from the perspective of somebody stuck in a dead-end job fitting kitchens and household luxuries for people richer than he'll ever be, sneering at people like the band singing the song, and feeling superior for them, for having a job that isn't 'really working', but which gets them enough money to have people like him come and fit the kitchens and household luxuries that his job will never let him have. That verse says more about the character than about the band.
Oh, so some people think that musicians don't work?
I've never been a professional performer, but I put in my time learning what I needed to in order to pass the Western Board of Music exams in practicals and theory. That involved a minimum of two hours a day in practice, every day, and I often put in more than that. It drove my family nuts when I was trying to cram those Bach pieces into my memory for the exams (they understood 1940s-style waltzes and polkas, but not minuets and other such music). It wasn't required to learn them by memory but since I play be ear a hell of a lot better than by reading notes, there was no way I was going to risk losing my place on the page and then having a disaster happen. So I memorized all the pieces I had to play, training my fingers and feet to know what to do, if I should happen to lose concentration. It took hours of practice every day, for 3-4 months to do this, plus the work required for theory and composition (another hour or two per day). And at these times I avoided listening to other music as much as possible. Some people can deal with distractions in these situations; I never could.
I have no idea how much work is required to become a professional-calibre guitarist or drummer, but it's probably considerable. No, it's not manual labor like plumbing or other such jobs... but then a lot of plumbers and electricians wouldn't have the patience to practice music for four to six hours a day or more, either.
In today's world everything is offensive to someone. My big left toe? Offensive to notoetarians.
So I wouldn't be surprised if this song is offensive to some people.