| Rob Cantor – Shia LaBeouf Lyrics | 4 years ago |
| What IS it about? It'll forever be a mystery. | |
| Beats International – Dub Be Good To Me Lyrics | 5 years ago |
| These are the lyrics to Superstylin' by Groove Armada. What the hell? | |
| Bomb The Bass – Bug Powder Dust Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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Those lyrics are terribly incomplete and inaccurate - I've submitted an update but it'll probably never get changed. Here are the lyrics as far as I can hear (from the album version): [I think it's time to discuss your … ah … Philosophy of drug use as it relates to artistic endeavor] Check it, yo! I always hit the tape with a rough road styles You heard the psychedelic and ya came from miles Keep my rhymes thick like a Guinness brew So you could call me black and tan when I'm wreckin' a crew I'm like Bill Lee writing when he's in Tangiers I'm out on a soul safari with my Beatnik peers Analog reel and a little distortion Smokin' on somethin' s'you could say I'm scorchin' I never been the type to brag but well Make a man burn his draft card like it was Hair Send you up the river like your lookin' for Kurtz I got the mugwump jism up in every verse I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again So tell your mother and your sister and your sister's friends Like an exterminator running low on dust I'm bug powder itchin' and I can't be trussed Interzone trippin' and I'm off to Annexia I gotta get a typewriter that's sexier My name is Justin and that's all that's it And I'll be spittin' rhymes wicked like it ain't no shit Houses of the Holy like Jimmy Page But the song remains the same so I'm stuck in a rage Just like Jane when she's going to Spain I think I'm going away tomorrow, just a fool in the rain Light up the candles and bless the room I'm paranoid, snow blind, just a black meat fool (Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to Control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover Never been a fake and I'm never phony I got more flavor than the packeted macaroni Rock drippin' from my every vowel I've got the soul of the sixties like Ginsberg's Howl Shootin' mad ball and I'm always jukin' Take you to the hole and I'm surely hoopin' Top of the Pops like the Lulu show I'll take a walk on Abbey Road with my shoes unsoled I got a splinter though, damn, you know man it hurt I got a Vegemite sandwich from Men at Work I keep minds in line, but time sublimes, So when you search you find something like a gold mine A psychedelic meanderings in the poem I got a patter, patter anyplace that I roam Waiting for the sun on a Spanish caravan Solar eclipse and I'm feeling like starin' man (Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to Control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover Who's that man in the windowpane Got somethin' on his tongue and it's startin' to stain Sho' nuff equipped so I can get down Step up on my ladder and you'll get beat down Hash bar styles so I'm singin' day glow Wakin' up the dead like Serpent and the Rainbow Jeff Spicoli roll me another hay The Fish that Saved Pittsburgh with Doctor J Shockin' your vag like a faulty vibrator Hear me now, but you'll probably get the vibe later Who knows where the wicked wind blows Que sera sera just leave it alone Great Space Coaster, toast of the town, tinker Makin' midgets with my man Doctor Shrinker Pass the hookah, throw down the pillows Cloth on the ceiling, blow rings that billows Kick off the shoes and relax your feet Now roll up your sleeves for this lyrical treat (Refrain 2x) Bug powder dust and mugwump jism The wild boys runnin' round Interzone trippin' Letter to control about the Big Brother Tryin' like hard to not blow my cover [I think it's time for you boys to share my last taste... Of the true black meat: flesh of the giant aquatic Brazillian centipede] |
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| Aimee Mann – Patient Zero Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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Following up on what @[myheadisfullofflames:34333] said, here are Aimee Mann's words re Andrew Garfield: "It was before Spider-Man, and he had just come to Los Angeles and it was clear he did not feel like he fit in. I just had a moment of feeling like 'You know, I kind of worry about this guy'! Because I felt like he is a real artist and very sincere, and I think to be a real artist the way he is, you have to be a very vulnerable person. And I just worry about vulnerable people. It's not necessarily just this town, but in the world of big business, whatever that business is. I mean, he obviously did fine. But I think being famous is very difficult. It's a weird kind of trauma and I think it makes people crazy. If everybody around you is saying you're amazing and all your choices are great, there are no touchstones. The life of the super-famous has special requirements. It's a very rare person who can withstand it. My guess is that (Garfield) tried to have a career that's a little more artistic and not focused on franchises. But somehow I was inspired to write this story about someone who comes to Hollywood with the promise of being in this big movie, and he's manoeuvred out of it. To me it's almost a bit of a happy ending, because it's like, this was never the place for you anyway. It's not the town for me. And that was influenced a little bit by Nathaniel West and the people who write about Los Angeles in this more noir category (about the city's) creepy underbelly." |
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