Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Yo Mama



I see you in your office sending and receiving cheques
But I know the quest for money comes from a quest for sex
So I cut to the chase and forgot about my job
And decided to stay home with yo mama on my knob

I can see your laughing so I guess you think its funny
But while your getting drunk I've been getting honey
And by tomorrow night you will be hungover and sick
And I'll be at my home with yo mama on my dick

Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list

Thinking your the man but I am bringing news
Our manhoods being measured by the women that we choose
And you cant earn respect if all you ever pick is sluts
So Ill stay at my home and let yo mama suck my nuts

Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list

Eat more fruit plant more trees
Learn to shoot travel overseas
Wash the dog read a book
Find three Chinese recipes to cook
Learn to waltz and speak Maltese
Perment to invent and better Fetta cheese
The highest they get is number two
Cause number one on my list of things to do is

Yo Mama

Shes always on top

In my dream I was a cop and I stopped to arrest her
Never met a whore more hardcore so I frisked her
Steamed up the beemer and needed the demister
When she licked my colon cleaner than a clyster
Got another blister from playing naked twister
Raw on the floor with yo mama and yo sister
Hadn't even kissed her but she still let me fist her
I let her drive home pissed and said Hasta La Vista baby

Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list
Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list
Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list
Yo mama's on the top of my things to do list

Yo Mama - Butterfingers

Monday, April 26, 2010

Stinkfest



Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
but I would not want
You any other way.

Cause,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.

But,
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said,
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can this mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

Stinkfest - Tool

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Rich and Filthy



Your car stereo
is state of the art,
My getto-blaster is fallin' apart.
But, Hey man! Your all show,
You only listen to techno (echo)


Your ride goes from 0-60,
Well, my ride goes Yeah! Musta missed me
Cause I'm still standin here watching you drive by!

Hey! Hey!

I am sick and you are healthy!
You are rich and I am filthy!
Con-grat-u-la-tions on all your Suc-ce-e-ess!!

I am poor and I am happy,
Your bling-bling will never trap me
Con-grat-u-la-tions on all you Ex-ce-e-ess!!

Your new suit is made of silk,
Too bad you still look like Lawrence Wilk.
Well, your girlfriend just drove by and she gave me the eye (echo)

Your watch, YEAH, it's a Rolex!
Well, My watch, YEAH, it's a Timex!
But say, Hey!
It's okay
Cause I'm the one who's on time!!!

I am sick and you are healthy!
You are rich and I am filthy!
Con-grat-u-la-tions on all your Suc-ce-e-ess!!

Money, money, money, hey!
Money, money, money
Money, money, money
Money, money, money

Money don't mean much to me!
Money don't mean much to me!
Money don't mean much to me!
Money don't mean much --BIG ROBIN!!--

Little big pot, just you and me,
I got good news: I won the lottery!!
But Hey! I'll save you seat at the country club (echo)

Chorus (repeat and get quieter)

Rich and Filthy - Bif Naked

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Born in Xixax

NINA HAGEN -- guitar, synthesizer, voice
AXEL GATHE -- baritone saxophone, contrabass clarinet
PAUL ROSTLER -- piano, synthesizer
KARL RUCKER -- bass, synthesizer
ALLAN SCHWARTZBERG -- drums
PAUL SHAFFER -- synthesizer
CHRIS SPEDDING -- guitar




This is again radio eurovan with our news (claps)
Oh, I'm sorry turn on the machine
This is is radio eurovan, (laughs)
my name is Franz Ivanovich (laughs)
Hagen and this is the news (laughs)

I was born in XIXAX [Texas] (oh la la la dee)
On my mama's farm
My father was a junkie
Und Wir Water Seht ord [on their own farm]

My brother was a soldier (oh)
By the war in Vietman (shoot)
My uncle was a spy
In the Soviet Union
He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion
He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion
He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion (ah, ah, ah, ah)

Well it's a big big big big secret (aum, aum, aum)
No no nobody understands except you I hope (wall ee dee)
Un den tauvis
Sigmund Freud, frog (frowen)
One day we will be free we will be for labor day
One day we will be free we will be for labor day
One day we will be free, hee, hee, nee, reet tear

Well I believe in Jesus (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
I put a clouded stamp (oh)
Jackie error wah oh (ooh ooh ooh ooh)(stupid jackie)
And there's a baby lock (Jesus dwells)
Et tos sin eurovan etun news (secret)

There's going to be a big disaster
(Nobody understands, you I hope)
Gonna be war, war number three
(Dennis, Tom, Sigmund Freud, I confide)
Going to be a war, something I know it, I know already,
I know it now already, I can feel it though already.
Moscow's gonna become
(One day we will be free)
Washington's going to be number two
(We will be for labor day)
Gonna be a big big big disaster's gonna come
(One day we will be free)
Come on, come on, come on dance to the end, let's do,
let's do, let's do, let's do her up.
(We will be for labor day)

He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion (erump en nose)
He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion (who knows)
He know's that Mr Brezhnev is planning a reunion (ba la dee dee, la dee
dee)
Lie, ah, stop the news (nyet, nyet)
(I wonder if I can make soup out of this)
Nyet, lazy, watch 'em bloko, nyet, nyet, nyet

Born in Xixax - Nina Hagen

Friday, April 23, 2010

The Homosexual

Hear this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QATmpIKxav8

I love women but I'm thinking of giving in
I love women but what's the point of arguing
With the men from boarding schools and building sites
Who've told me I'm a homosexual all my life

One stop past Embankment and the coughs begin
Hell hath no fury like an insecure Englishman
You don't need psychoanalysts to translate this
'There is an open homosexual in our midst'

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

I love women but I take them by surprise
Pretending absolute indifference to their breasts and thighs
Like their hairdressers and dressmakers I hear confessionals
Reserved for homosexual professionals

As I put their feet in stirrups with my limp wrist
(A trick I learned from a homosexual gynaecologist)
I recall the words my first girlfriend ended our first date with
"I feel privileged you chose me to go straight with"

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

You who called me shirt-lifter in Chemistry class
You who sniggered "look out for your arse"
Now your women wash your shirts, now your kids are born, baby, look out for your horns

You who called me teapot, who plagued me with your bile
Guess who I've got coming to the boil
Why not grab the nettle I'll settle for being the kettle if you're the pot
I take my tea like my revenge: sweet and hot

'The Homosexual' they call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre they projected I will now pretend to be
Since their neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since their tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse them
I'll make love with their women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
Their husbands will never hear

'The Homosexual' you call me
It's all the same to me
That spectre you projected I will now pretend to be
Since your neurosis is what passes for normality
It's okay with me if I'm queer
Since your tone-deafness is called the love of music
I won't disabuse you
I'll make love with your women
I'll make them sing notes of pleasure
That you will never hear
Never in a million years
No fucking fear

The Homosexual - Momus

FULL ALBUM or SONG ONLY

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Gods of Aquarius

The Gods of Aquarius are coming with UFO's
They love me and they love you
And what they have to say is true
The good old communication with
Holy Spirits of God's creation
Is true but our church denies it
God, when will they realize it

Oh God, we need the big solution
We can't stand atomic pollution
Man, it would be such a shame
If we won't stop the devil's game

Telepathic communication leads to physical transformation
When at the end of night human race is filled with light

Love, love, never get enough
And if you don't love hey, hey, hey too tough

Voices, visions some go in trends
Holy Ghost talks to His fans
I really don't want no more fighting
What I want is automatic writing

Oh my God, the Heavenly Host
Sends us down His Holy Ghost
The Golden Age of Aquarius
The second coming of the glorious

Love, love, never get enough
And if you don't love hey, hey, hey too tough

Gods of Aquarius - Nina Hagen

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Kill



I am an anarchist
An antichrist
An asterisk
I am an anorak
An acolyte
An accidental

I am eleven feet
Ok, eight...
Six foot three...
I fought the British and I won

I have a rocket ship
A jetfighter
A paper airplane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!

Say what you will - I am The Kill
The only thing that keeps
You really truly safe
From being real

I have a tendency
To exaggerate
Just a little bit
I am a plagiarist
Apologist
A walrus-cockhead-lizzard

I am an optimist
A closeted misogynist
I fought the British and I won

I have a wishing well a
Living will
A magical eight ball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh!

Say what you will - I am The Kill
The only thing that keeps
You really truly safe
From being real

Put Pat Sajak back in office,
Put Pat Sajak back in office!

But the sun still sets on you
And the retarded party
Nobody came to ditch you
And so you drink to
All the emptiness until you wake up
And there's hell to pay again

And the punchline point at you
And all the comebacks in the
World are in your head
But you can't say them until
Everybody leaves
And it's just you and your
Imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends
Your imaginary friends

The Kill - The Dresden Dolls

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Do You Realize

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize

Do You Realize - The Flaming Lips

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I Want You, But I Don't Need You



I like you, and I'd like you to like me to like you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to like you
Because if you didn't like me, I would still like you, you see
la lala... la lala...

I lick you, and I'd like you to like me to lick you
But I don't need you, don't need you to like me to lick you
If your pleasure turned into pain, I would still lick for my personal gain
la lala... la lala...

I fuck you, and I'd like you to like me to fuck you
But I don't fucking need you, don't need you to need me to fuck you
If you need me to need you to fuck, that fucks everything up
la lala... la lala...

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to need you

That's just me, so take me or leave me
But please don't need me, don't need me to need you to need me
Because we're here a minute, the next we're dead
So love me or leave me but try not to need me
Enough said.

I want you, but I don't need you...

I love you, and I love how you love how I love you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to love you
If your love changed into hate, would my love had been a mistake?
I don't know. I don't know.

So I'm gunna leave you, I'd like you to leave me to leave you
But love, believe me; it isn't because I don't need you
(You know I don't need you)
All I wanted was to be wanted
But you're drowning me deep in your need to be needed
la lala... la lala

I want you, and I want you to want me to want you
But I don't need you, don't need you to need me to lead you

That's just me, so take me or leave me
But please don't need me, don't need me to need you to need me
Because we're here a minute, the next we're dead
So love me or leave me but try not to need me
Enough said.

I want you, but I don't need you...

I Want You, But I Don't Need You - Amanda Palmer

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Woman Like Me



Do you think
You could fall for a woman like me
'Cause I find it hard to trust
I need too much
And I really don't believe in love, no no

Do you think
That I could be the girl of your dreams
Sometimes I don't let things go
Get emotional
And sometimes I'm just out of control

You need to stop for a minute
Before you get too, deep up in it
(Too deep)

'Cause everything ain't what it seems
It's hard loving a woman
A woman like me
(Woman like me)

You need to think about it
Before you get hooked on the venom
And can't live without it
(No no)

Can't believe everything you see
It's hard loving a woman
A woman like me

Do you think
That I could be the one that you seek
'Cause baby I'm one step ahead
You're two steps behind
But baby I don't mind

Do you think
That I can make you real happy baby
Just don't get me wrong
My loving is so strong
But I ain't tryna lead you on

You need to stop for a minute
(No no)
Before you get too, deep up in it
(No no)
'Cause everything ain't what it seems
(Seems)

It's hard loving a woman
A woman like me
(Woman like me)

You need to think about it
Before you get hooked on the venom
And can't live without it
(Without it)

Can't believe everything you see
It's hard loving a woman
A woman like me

Woman like me
Woman like me
Woman like me
Oh

You need to stop for a minute
(Stop for a minute)
Before you get too, deep up in it
(Before you get too deep up in it)

'Cause everything ain't what it seems
It's hard loving a woman
A woman like me
You need to think about it
(Think about it, baby)

Before you get hooked on the venom
And can't live without it
(No, no)
Can't believe everything you see
It's hard loving a woman

A woman like me
Woman like me
Woman like me
Woman like me

Woman Like Me - Beyonce

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Everybody's Fool



perfect by nature
icons of self indulgence
just what we all need
more lies about a world that

never was and never will be
have you no shame don't you see me
you know you've got everybody fooled

look here she comes now
bow down and stare in wonder
oh how we love you
no flaws when you're pretending
but now i know she

never was and never will be
you don't know how you've betrayed me
and somehow you've got everybody fooled

without the mask where will you hide
can't find yourself lost in your lie

i know the truth now
i know who you are
and i don't love you anymore

it never was and never will be
you don't know how you've betrayed me
and somehow you've got everybody fooled

it never was and never will be
you're not real and you can't save me
somehow now you're everybody's fool

Everybody's Fool -- Evanescence