AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
..and just my type.
Nice - BB's Are Awesome!
<sings> girls to do the dishes, girls to clean up my room, girls to do the laundry, girls and in the bathroom, girls!
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Beastie Boys were pretty much my first exposure to rap, sheltered country boy that I am. Them, and Run-DMC doing Walk This Way with Aerosmith.
<sings> girls to do the dishes, girls to clean up my room, girls to do the laundry, girls and in the bathroom, girls!
Now I've got that stuck in my head, thank you very little.
is this better? I heard it this morning.
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just
Don’t care
I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkie’s in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes
Blow
Crazy lady, livin’ in a bag
Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag
Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go
To search a prince to see the last of senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got so so so ditty
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her
Own
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
My brother’s doing fast on my mother’s t.v.
Says she watches too much, is just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
Bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike
At the station
Me on King Kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac
Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might
Hijack a plane!
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
My son said daddy I don’t wanna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a
Fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be
Cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing
Funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and
Honey
They push that girl in front of a train
Took her to a doctor, sewed the arm on again
Stabbed that man, right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy
After the dark
Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the
Run
I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw
Hear them say you want some more, livin’ on a
Seesaw
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
A child was born, with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
Cause only God knows what you go through
You grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big moneymakers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers
You say I’m cool, I’m no fool
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you’re unemployed, all null ’n’ void
Walking around like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you done did
Got send up for a eight year bid
Now your man is took and you’re a may tag
Spend the next two years as an undercover fag
Being used and abused, and served like hell
Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Don’t push me, cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from goin’ under
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girls to do the dishes, girls to clean up my room, girls to do the laundry, girls and in the bathroom, girls!
didn't work, huh? well I'VE certainly got it stuck in my head.
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
"The Massage" (Matt Groening)
It's like a party sometimes it
 makes me wonder
    How I keep myself so slender
    It's like a party sometimes it
 makes me wonder
    How I keep myself so slender
Broken hearts everywhere
 Herpes inna hot tub you know they
 just don't care
 I can't take the smog, can't take
 the heat
 But I dig Pick 'n Save you know
 their prices can't be beat
 Dog crap in the front yard,
 Hibachi's in the back
 Junior's in the driveway with a
 Big Mac attack
 I tried to take lunch but I
 couldn't leave home
 'cause the man from the car shop
 is shining my chrome
Don't push me 'cause I'm close
 to the edge of the pool
    You shove me in and I'm gonna
 lose my cool
    It's like a party sometimes it
 makes me wonder
    How I keep myself so slender
My son said Pops I don't want to
 go to class
 'Cause I'm functionally
 illiterate but still I'll pass
 Life is a breeze, I'm gonna wax
 my skis
 Empty your pockets 'cause I need
 your keys
 You know what's funny? I'm gonna
 inherit all your money
 Now eat your brie before it gets
 too runny
 I'm not a slave, I dig new wave
 I'm gonna dance to the Go-Gos on
 your grave
Don't push me unless you've
 got a lot
    'Cause I'll sue you for
 everything you got
    It's like a party sometimes it
 makes me wonder
    How I keep myself so slender
A kid is born with a whack on the
 butt
 If a boy right away then his
 penis is cut
 Then there's God up above and
 he's beaming down love
 'Cept when he's frisky then he
 gives you a shove
 You grow up in the suburbs living
 first rate
 When your parents aren't home you
 get to stay up late
 The mall where you shop and your
 homegrown crop
 Make you feel sure you're gonna
 stay on top
 When your folks call you liar
 you'll aspire to get higher
 Maybe in frustration you'll go
 puncture a tire
 Driving Dad's car, spending
 twenties and tens
 Life is a ball and you're up on
 the trends.
Don't push me 'cause I'm
 standing in line
    Here -- calm down -- have a
 sip of wine
    It's like a party sometimes it
 makes me wonder
    How I keep myself so slender
You say I'm cool, I'm no fool
 But then you wind up applying to
 grad school
 Now you're working like mad,
 you're dressed up in plaid
 You drive to work in your very
 own Cad
 Your blanket's electric, your kid
 is dyslexic
 You save on the food 'cause your
 wife's anorexic
 You're a wheeler dealer, on the
 beach you're a peeler
 In the winter you're a gung-ho
 snowmobiler
 You've got a fine education, a
 fine cable station
 And every year you get a fine
 paid vacation
 You've gotten mature, you say
 "fer sure"
 You buy a fur and listen to your
 wife purr
 And when it's over, and you're
 dead of cancer
 They'll remember you fondly as a
 disco dancer
 It's plain to see that your life
 was full
A little on the lite side
But not too dull.
And now you're buried six feet deep
So you open your eyes from a very long sleep
You know you're gone so you wonder
Well what's it gonna be heaven or hell?
But God's a guy who acts real sly
He'll think up something weird just to give it a try
God's a man with a plan who does what he can
So you gotta have faith and try to understand
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I've been reincarnated
As a very small trimmed hedge
It's like a party sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep myself so slender
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I see my work here is DONE!
It’s like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
I can't get the 'ha ha ha ha ha ha' out of my head that follows those lyrics.
You have to picture the horrible David Lee Roth video to get the true effect.
Well East coast girls are hip
I really dig those styles they wear
And the Southern girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down there
The Mid-West farmer's daughters
really make you feel alright
And the Northern girls with the way they kiss
They keep their boyfriends warm at night
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls
The West coast has the sunshine
And the girls all get so tanned
I dig a french bikini on Hawaii island
Dolls by a palm tree in the sand
I been all around this great big world
And I seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get back in the states
Back to the cutest girls in the world
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California
I wish they all could be California girls
not if you was the LAST immigrant grocer on earth, honey!
Ha!
Gimme a bottle of anything, and a glazed doughnut. To go!
I don't feel tardy
squalls out on the gulf stream
big storm coming soon
passed out in my hammock
god I slept 'til way past noon
stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
knew I could use a Bloody Mary
so I stumbled next door to the bar
and now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
and it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
but it cleans me out, and then I can go on
there's something about this Sunday
it's a most peculiar gray
strolling down the avenue that's known as A1A
feeling tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn't last long
so all alone I walked back home
sat on my beach and then I made up this song
and now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
and it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain.
but it cleans me out, and then I can go on
well, the wind is blowin' harder now
fifty knots, or thereabouts
whitecaps on the ocean
and I'm watching for waterspouts
it's time to close the shutters
it's time to go inside
in a week I'll be in gay Paris
and that's a mighty long airplane ride
and now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
and it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
but it cleans me out, and then I can go on
oh yes it cleans me out, and then I can go on.
I've got that album on vinyl. Nice!
my dad had it on 8-track.
Heck, this here was one of my favorite early discussions.
[Edited by on Sep 21, 2005 at 01:31pm.]
Ain't no sunshine all week long
It's not warm when it's away
Ain't no sunshine all week long
And it always gone too long anytime it goes away
Wonder this time where it's gone
Wonder if it's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine all week long
And this house just a blackened bone
Anytime it goes away
And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know
Hey I'll leave the noose thing alone
But ain't no sunshine all week long
Ain't no sunshine when it's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine all week long
And this house just a blackout moan
Anytime it goes away
Anytime it goes away
Anytime it goes away
Anytime it goes away
One Inch Rock lyrics
Met a woman she's spouting prose
She's got luggage eyes and a roman nose
Her body is slung from side to side
Need a lift she said much obliged
I'm riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin dress
She drinks from a bottle
labeled tenderness
I'm in one hand in the other's a can
She puts me in the can
And smiles through the wall
I got the horror's cos I'm one inch tall
Next thing I know a girl's by my side
Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide
I asked her name she said Germaine
Do the rock do the one inch rock
Currently playing on 89.3:
Uhh! Awww, sookie sookie now!
Hey! Oww, uhh! Come on, baby!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin',
Let me tell you something
Girl, I've been trying to say, now.
You look so sweet,
And you're so doggone fine.
I just can't get you out of my mind.
You've become a sweet taste in my mouth, now.
And I want you to be my spouse,
So that we can live happily, nah-nah,
In a great big ol' roomy house.
And I know you're gonna groove me, baby.
Ahh, yeah, now.
You make me feel good inside.
Come on, and groove me, baby.
I need you to groove me.
Ahhh, yeah, now, now, darling.
Uhh! Come on, come on!
Hey! Uhh!
Hey there, Sugar Darlin',
Come on, give me something
Girl, I've been needing for days.
Yes, I'm good, good loving,
With plenty, plenty hugging.
Ooh, you cute little thang, you.
Girl, between you and me, nah-nah,
We don't need no company.
No other man, no other girl
Can enter into our world,
Not as long as you groove me, baby.
Ahh, come on.
Make me feel good inside.
Come on and groove me, baby.
Move me, baby.
Ahh, sock it to me, mama.
Uhh! Ahh, I like it like that, baby.
Uhh! Groove me, baby! Hey! Uhh!
Groove me, darling!
Come on, come on.
I need you to sock it to me, mama.
Come on and groove me, baby.
Hey! Uhh! Good, God!
It makes me feel so good inside, mama.
Now, come on, come on, and uhh,
Groove me, baby, groove me, baby.
Ahh, sock it to me,
Sock it to me,
Rock it to me.
Come on, come on!
Come on!
And uhh,
Groove me, mama, I want you to
Groove me!
(Thanks to Jon Stewart)
Cheney's Got A Gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done?
Dum, dum, dum it's the sound of my gun.
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done?
Dum, dum, dum it's the sound
Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
His whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did his POTUS do?
What did he put you through?
They said when Cheney was arrested
they found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin' Now that Cheney's got a gun
he ain't never gonna be the same.
Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Tell me now it's untrue.
What did his POTUS do?
He jacked a little bratty baby
The man has got to be insane
They say the spell that he was under the lightning and the
thunder knew that someone had to stop the rain
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
What did his POTUS do?
It's Cheney's last I.O.U.
He had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain
He said 'cause nobody believes me. The man was such a sleaze.
He ain't never gonna be the same.
Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah
yeah yeah yeah
Run away run away from the pain yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Run away, run away, run, run away
Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
Everybody is on the run
Cheney's got a gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Because Cheney's got a gun
Cheney's got a gun
His dog day's just begun
Now everybody is on the run
Cheney's got a gun
Oh, hello Central, give me Doctor Jazz!
He's got what I need I say he has.
When the world goes wrong and I got the blues
He's the man that makes me get out both my dancing shoes.
Oh, the more I get the more I want it seems,
I'm paging old Doctor Jazz in my dreams.
When I'm trouble bound and mixed
he's the guy that gets me fixed.
Oh, hello Central, give me Doctor Jazz!