A "Hip Hop from the TDot" Song
Notes to Self - Lifelines
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Consumer Goods - Gunboat Diplomacy
You're like the guys with the
Gunboat eyes singing
We won't hurt you if
You realize that we're only here to help.
Take your gunboats,
Your gunboats home.
Parked in the harbour, you're
Watching over, I
Feel you staring, I
Swear I'm no revolutionary pinko commie trash.
Take your gunboats,
Your gunboats home.
Take your gunboats,
Your gunboats home.
You came invited, but
Not this way. Would you
Turn around and sail as far away
As your steam-powered engines and modern inventions will go.
Take your gunboats,
Your gunboats home.
Take your gunboats,
Your gunboats home.
Rheostatics - Self Serve Gas Station
Another trucker stumbles up the steps into my kiosk for directions,
too wasted to see the map I'm showing him.
He wanted to bust the glass 'cause I wouldn't give him gas -
I said, "You shouldn't be driving.
Just take a nap until the morning-time and hit the road."
I wish I had a pistol just to take him down with myself; what the hell?
No one said this would be easy, but no one said this would be hell.
Mom and dad are selfless and they don't do nothing worthless.
They just work all day and worry about their son:
"What went wrong with Martin? Is he dumb?"
I just pump gas every weekday night
until the sun comes up like missiles to my brain.
You never said this would be hell.
With all the colours in closed eyes,
blue and black of veins all bleed to one.
Come with me tonight.
To say that this is anything is saying much too much.
Let's go.
I see the sun is bleeding.
The morning time has come. It's not that bad.
No one said I would be king-like, but no one said I could be had!
Said The Whale - This Winter I Retire
The day begins
Just like any other
I wake up in the comfort
Of all this bedroom clutter
I look outside
Another grey sky
Looks like winter
Is coming early this year
And I know it's gonna be a real cold run this time
A real breakdown, take down, cold one this time
My old high school
Just like the way I left it
With lots of bodies in it
Just waiting to get out
And me outside
Looking in
Wondering
Which night something would happen
The snow begins
Just like I remember
Looks like it's going to be
Another long, cold December
And I know it's gonna be a real cold one this time
A real breakdown, take down, cold one this time
And I know it's gonna be a real cold one this time
A mighty cold, getting old, quick, make you sick one this time
The night blows in
Just like any other
So I crawl into my bed
Get in underneath the covers
It's so cold in here
Must have left the windows open
Outside it's still snowing
Looks like winter's here
And I know it's gonna be a real cold one this time
A real breakdown, take down, cold one this time
And I know it's gonna be a real cold one this time
A mighty cold, getting old, quick, make you sick one this time
Ben Folds - The Bitch Went Nuts
(The answer you seek my son only poses more questions.
Ask many women why relationship has failed.
Each woman offer unique reason for demise.
One woman may say, "man could not commit."
Or, "man is douche, and is now free to make love to himself instead."
Another woman may say, "man had changed,"
or even, "man no longer satisfactory lover."
But my son, ask many men same question all over the world, "why has
relationship failed?" Each man, each time, will give same, simple
answer.)
The bitch went nuts.
She stabbed my basketball.
And the speakers to my stereo.
She called me 'cunt'
But nothing prepared me for
what I found when I came home.
Oh and I made my own bed. I lie in it.
You lie in yours. You lie, you lie, in yours.
But they want more, they're at my door with torches. Please leave me
alone, you know. Just shut it. Just shut it. Just shut it.
The bitch went nuts.
She photoshopped my face
onto every boy who'd done her wrong.
And as she burned I telepathically into the brains of all her embittered rooms.
Oh, now, now they want more. They're at my door with torches. Scores,
and scores, and scores to settle with themselves.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin', they're burnin', they're
burnin', they're burnin', they're burnin' their own memories.
Why do they all go?
Why do they all go?
The bitch went nuts, y'all.
But everyone said she might.
Holy fucking shit.
Seriously now.
Now they want more. They're at my door with torches.
Scores and scores.
You would have thought I'd scorned them all.
They've got a doll of me, they're burnin'.
Why do they all go?
Napoleon - Ani DiFranco
they told you your music could reach millions
that the choice was up to you
you told me they always pay for lunch
and they believe in what i do
and i wonder if you miss your old friends
once you've proven what you're worth
yeah i wonder when you're a big star
will you miss the earth
and i know you would always want more
i know you would never be done
'cuz everyone is a fucking napoleon
yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon
and the next time that i saw you
you were larger than life
you came and you conquered
you were doing alright
you had an army of suits behind you
and all you had to be was willing
and i said i still make a pretty good living
you must make a killing
and i hope that you are happy
i hope at least you are having fun
'cuz but everyone is a fucking napoleon
yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon
now you think, so that is the way it's gonna be
that's what this is all about
i think that that is the way it always was
you chose not to notice until now
yeah now that there's a problem
you call me up to confide
and you go on for over an hour
'bout each one that took you for a ride
and i guess that you dialed my number
'cuz you thought for sure that i'd agree
i said baby, you know i still love you
but how dare you complain to me
everyone is a fucking napoleon
yeah everyone is a fucking napoleon
