| The Apples in Stereo – The Bird That You Cannot See Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Doesn't get much easier than this: So you want to know the meaning of my song? I'll tell you now: it's all about how you feel. |
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| Ben Folds – Rubber Sled Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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Rubber Sled = Robert Sledge, the bass guitarist from Ben Folds Five. Especially at the end it's obvious that he's saying Robert Sledge but he just editted the "ge" from the end. At one point you can hear Ben say "ROBERT SLEDGE ON THE BASS GUITAR!" Maybe it's obvious to everyone else but I only just realised the connection the other day... |
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| MC Paul Barman – MTV Get Off the Air, Part 2 Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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I wanted to get in a pooper hole one day, so I invited girls over on Super Bowl Sunday. Only one showed up: Princess Superstar! [Princess Superstar] Thanks for inviting me over, let me look around Oh the bedposts, stacked billfolds, back to back to black dildos nice hit, kudos. Pass the Cool Ranch Doritos. I love nachos, put on Fat Joe Naw, that really sucks, let's put on The Beatles. Let's check the halftime show I hope it's Michael Jackson Singing Satisfaction with Hanson Or Luther Vandross in a sparkling costume with big pants, dancin'. Or maybe I saw that in a Bud Light Commercial. Speaking of which, give this bitch a drink quick to wet my lips You've got enough chedda lyin' around this place to fix up my tits- as if I need it. [MC Paul Barman] Concetta, please. If you see any "chedda" it's cheddar cheese. I'm easily great. I don't need to be in some sort of Ken Kesey state To create something you can appreciate. [PS] Who are you talking to? [PB] Making you draw conclusions since superficial distinctions make you go sacré bleu [PS] I can speak French too. Suck my nana, french my cunt. Comprendre vous? Look, Pepé Le Pu, Let's cut to the de nous C'mon, you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you so it's on [PB] Can I chime in? I'll still be rhymin' when I'm in your hymen I radiate like it was 88° and I'm searching for my lady mate I'm a hunter-gatherer, a cunter latherer. My dandy voice makes the most anti-choice granny's panties moist. I do the new when the tried and true fails, plus I'm looking fly in my sky blue tails. Now peel of your tube top so I can feel your boobs flop on my lubed cock. Socks up to your calf like a chick from the (?) I wanna put on a serrated condom and saw you in half [PS] My knees are weak, I need kneepads! You fucked me blind, I can't see, dang! Run me a hot bath add the Epsom Salts soak my lower half in your Mortal Kombat cock sauce Let me head south, put it in my mouth 'cause I like the taste [PB] When I burst in your face, I'll invade your personal space. [PS] I'm like Chase, stick your card in and out Thanks, see, look how much stacks of creams are coming out (?) [PB] I removed her sanitary napkin with my teeth, and there was a planetary backspin underneath. I faced her womb, Let's a pap smear with a taster spoon! You can sleep on the guest cot, I'll sleep in the wet spot. I'll be your boyfriend, smooch on your pooper hole all through the super bowl Your man, doesn't even miss you Glued to the boob tube, whatcha gonna do, dude I woke up sticky and quickly applied a temporary tattoo to a hickey Went to softly shake her awake with orange juice, a straw, and coffee cake After we had a bite, we pushed the canoe in the lake [PS] You don't have the right! [PB] Look, it's a shooting star! [PS] It's a fucking satellite! [PB] Lady, one more complaint and I'll shove a rape whistle up the Mrs. Va-jay-jay! [PS] What'd you say? Listen, Slim Shady, Tell Dre he better fucking pay me. This alone-[breaks off laughing] [PB] Your talents are bite size! It's no surprise you rhyme with white guys! I jumped in the water. What did I want a girlfriend for? Just to say "ew, you jizz on the floor"? Or say "I don't want sweet potatoes anymore"? I didn't even leave her an oar, did a medium cross stroke to shore. Who's next to flirt with, Miss Exhausting Extrovert? I parted some palm fronds, guess who lent me dry long johns- Uncle Ralph McDaniels! He said, "What's up, Paul Nathaniel Barman? Let's get MTV off the air! I deserve my own channel!" |
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