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That's how I could imagine how someone who does not speak German and/or English very well would translate a song title. 
As someone who loves to both make and take pop culture references, it's hard to see why you should avoid it in the first place. 
But if you look closelier; it's basically about avoiding things that make you puke in the end - both literally and literally (one of the two means the opposite - you know which one).
Also, if one ignores the first word in the title... There's a pun no one intended.  

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Meed (die Popkulture)

Some time ago, a long time ago, actually, someone fired a shot. Later again, at some artsy Weegies or something. It was heard around the world, too. 

And again, this time in NYC. Most of us weren't around at the time - we heard nothing. We might've heard the stories about either of these monumental events, but that's about it.

 

Many of the people involved in those stories are fairly well-known. Famous you could say. Mostly because they had done something extraordinary. Something worth noting. 
Something worth writing books and poems about. Historical records. Remarkable.

 

In more recent times you could become famous without doing anything. 
 

You can be famous for being famous. 

 

Or infamous. 

 

Celebrated. 

 

Adored. 

 

Imitated, eventually. 
It's well-nigh impossible to do something truly original. It's really fucking easy to adopt, though. 
 

Might be why there's more copycats than doctors out there. 

 

Full disclosure, though; I have not avoided all information from people that talk in front of microphones, 
I have not avoided all tit-posters or pictures of bellies. 

 

I am not deaf-blind. 

 

In today's world you'd pretty much have to possess these two attributes to make it through the day avoiding that stuff. 

 

Or not have internet. Nor access to conventional media. 

 

Who has that?

 

Who can afford that?

 

Financially speaking, most of us could afford it. It's one of the things that's actually free. 

 

There's a good chance however that it would hurt you, financially speaking. Or otherwise.

 

Free pain? Anyone?

 

I guess the crux is watching or listening to someone making the same jokes, laughing at them, too, for days on end, can't be good for you. It's a numbing experience. Limiting as well. Could lead you to think there's no new jokes out there. 

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Incidentally, cousin Conor, around the same time was talking about how there's so many possibilities in life. 
 

Really fucking hard to choose what you want to do. With your day, your days, your lives. 

 

I could do that. 

 

I could do what he or she or they is doing. 

 

I might. 

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If only I could. 

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It's probably easier if you weren't born yet, back then. 

 

That would make you a teenager, or a child, by now. 

 

Not holding that against you - it's just, you were born in the wrong century. 

 

Pound you as well. 

 

Not my fault. 

 

Not yours. 

 

Not your parents' fault either. 

 

But it's okay - you can blame them. Keep stacking.

 

They were just fucking at the wrong time. s

 

And if you're adopted, I guess it's merely something else they fucked up. 

 

Another present for you. 

 

Happy fucking birthday. 

 

Now, go and celebrate. 

 

Be celebratious. 

 

Before you become a celebrity. 

 

Aaaaand, then you die. 

 

Pop culture... ha!