There's plenty of Rammstein and Enya fans here in the USA, if that says anything (great combo, eh? Got them from my WMP). I haven't the slightest clue what they're singing about, but it sounds good.

It's sad, I agree, but it is how it is.

Is this common around the world?

Is this common around the world?

I don't think there's anything sad about it at all; if one prefers one language over another, one should not abstain from it just because it isn't one's native language.

It doesn't have to. It's not good writing and yet millions of Americans are eating it up.

Hmm it does annoy me when my own countrymen sing in English with an American accent. Its jarring to me, like someone from California decided to put on a really heavy Scottish accent, its just silly.

I can't help but :rofl: at my fellow Americans that like that song.



I do like a lot of German bands, but I speak a fair amount of the language. :shrug:

That is because you represent one opinion, and America represents 306 million of them.

This kinda goes beyond just opinions. But hey, in my opinion, intelligent and educated tastes pwn any majority interests.

Not when it comes to leisure
If people want to relax by reading Twilight thats their choice. Doesn't mean they can't think, just that they don't want to think hard as a leisure activity
Now if Twilight was to appear as a text for study at school or in university Literiture courses that would be worrying

Not when it comes to leisure
If people want to relax by reading Twilight thats their choice. Doesn't mean they can't think, just that they don't want to think hard as a leisure activity
Now if Twilight was to appear as a text for study at school or in university Literiture courses that would be worrying

We're getting into qualifying leisure regardless of its sensibility. To this, I wonder, why some think we check our brains at the door to have fun.

I like that song. And understand most of what's going on in the song. (Still learning german)

I put it to you that it is entirely impossible to read Ulysses without checking your brain at the door. It is simply a load of meaningless dribble that is closer to the monkeys than to Shakespeare.

Entertainment comes in many different flavours, and only the worst of fools could ever discard one form because he prefers another.

I dont think many Americans actually understand it, its pretty funny and ironic.

Anyway they sing english because the song sounds good, I like rammstein in german it sounds good, sing the english transaltions and its terrible.

Well yeah, because it doesn't rhyme in English. . .

There's nothing inherently wrong with Anmerican culture and music, I like a lot of it, but its just a shame to think how much good music in other languages never gets to see the light of day because everyone's obsessed with making it big in America.

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We're getting into qualifying leisure regardless of its sensibility. To this, I wonder, why some think we check our brains at the door to have fun.

I also can't stress enough that there is no homogenous American Culture.