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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Lover Boy

Jonathan's Halo

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Jonathan's tired and ready for sleep At eight o' clock in the afternoon Cleaning up the mess that he made Every day it's 4 AM all week, each day But no, no, no, no Don't ask, 'cause I don't know The basic rules to suit The new tattoo on his shoulder Johnny comes and Johnny goes Please believe me, ow Johnny goes away but then Johnny's a cat Eating from the same place he riddles his scat Sour green incense will burn out tonight A secret, a whisper, a candle will light No, no, no, no Don't ask, 'cause I don't know The difference over, under, where Oh, there Johnny goes and Johnny goes... Heaven take me now! Johnny invites all the girls to stay Twenty-five dollars each night they pay But Johnny cuts corners and then cuts the cheese Chasing the tail of some brat that's in heat But no, no, no, no Don't ask, 'cause I don't know Why every day, every night The wicked boy sings All those wicked songs Johnny goes and Johnny comes back Please, you gotta believe me Drugs suck

Form Of Intellect

GANG STARR "Step In The Arena"
(DJ Premier cuts Intelligent but not yet equivalent KRS One) [Guru] Tell me do you have a clue of what to do Can you groove to this smooth tune you must presume it's important for you to follow this creation And hey Son life is more than having fun So run and get some help with the problems that you face Take a taste of the bass put your perspective in place Get real deep so you can keep involved Revolve and solve, so you can make the calls like a supervisor he who is wiser than the others Cause they need someone to advise them to discover things that they don't know so the papers I will check Then they'll start to grow to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts individual with intellect -- unknown) [Guru] When the road is too steep, do you have the stamina First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin an exclusive attraction, produce it to your satisfaction Those of you lackin, we will put you back in your slime so you can think and get a grip of yourself by yourself, and then you'll get a sip of a gift that's equipped with the script that shocks You can take a walk ?on God? With your mouth wide open, hoping you can find a way to display similar actions in a kind of mockery Cause you don't realize the cost to be creative genius please, I'm too clean to play Glance per chance, watch GangStarr perfect And dance your pants like champs, to this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts Man with intellect -- Lord Finesse) Valuable solutions, we invent here Break and remake the cupcakes to show we've been sent here to serve you, so swallow this and bite it And why bring, ignorance when we're inviting you to get advancement, while you're on the dance tip And don't you know the transcript will make you shake hips Or chill at will, and with skill, you'll learn some etiquette Better get the subject or be last at the predicate And get a set, of headphones and speakers As lyrical lessons manifest, I will keep you abrest of the best, in this rap mess Oversaturated market, full of wackness I'm Gifted Unlimited, Rhymes Universal The GURU, nursing you with a verse spilled Don't choke, and don't turn blue in a frenzy Premier's severe, on the steel wheels he lends me spontaneous cuts, but not mainly just that It's the scratching format, exact with maddening accuracy Craftily, on the side or in back of me Nastily, as if his name was Dick Dastardly Original so get it yo the Gang gets respect The chain and the star is a symbol, of this form of intellect (DJ Premier cuts intelligent but not yet equivalent to the end)

Johnny B. Goode

Dr. Feelgood "Stupidity"
Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, Way back up in the woods among the evergreens... There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood, Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode... Who never ever learned to read or write so well, But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell. Go Go... Go Johnny Go... Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Johnny B. Goode He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack [Well] sit beneath the trees by the railroad track. Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade, Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made. People passing by they would stop and say Oh my but that little country boy could play Go Go... Go Johnny Go... Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Go Johnny Go Go... Johnny B. Goode [ SOLO ] His mother told him someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Go Go... Go Johnny Go... [ END ]

The Boys Are Back In Town

EVERCLEAR
guess who just got back today those wild eyed boys who'd been away haven't changed, hadn't much to say but man i still think those cats are crazy they were asking if you were around how you was, where you could be found i told them you were living downtown driving all the old men crazy the boys are back in town you know that chick who used to dance a lot? every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got man when i tell you she was cool she was red hot i mean she was steaming that time over at johnny's place well this chick got up and she slapped johnny's face man we just fell about the place if that chick don't wanna know forget her the boys are back in town, spread the word around friday night they'll be dressed to kill down at dino's bar and grill drink will flow and blood will spill if the boys wanna fight you better let 'em that jukebox in the corner blasting out my favorite song the nights are getting warmer, it won't be long it won't be long 'till summer comes now that the boys are here again

I Want To Be Your Driver

CHUCK BERRY "Chuck Berry in London"
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell Go go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track Oh, the engineerswould see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made People passing by they would stop and say Oh my that little country boy could play Go go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode His mother told him Someday you will be a man, And you will be the leader of a big old band. Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun go down Maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Go go Go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go go go Johnny go Go Johnny B. Goode

Fryerstarter

AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Let me put you up on Bob's donuts Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane? Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven With sprinkles I know right yum Whether tummy ache or fever Keep the funnel cake I'm honey glaze in vitro In the company of similar believers Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial features Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially hydrogenated Equal parts flower, faith, healing Might replace your previously nominated jesus But only if you privy to the following secret of all secrets Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light I boil oil too, not for scarfing For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free parking Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard You can chew the eucharist in cruller form Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string Pluck, nose for canola 5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going nowhere Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey Combing apple fritters over with folk of opposing cultures Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth Each progressively more sequestered Yet if threatened will defend the rasin bread as codefendants Some lose religion or view it as superstition You can tell a friend if you are down to kill them Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars And stagger through the pulse of the gulch on a builder's dividends Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes icing Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper tiger stripe Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron haters Who compromise the pilot lights and flavors Silent night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons Can I get a fucking amen? AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross No name no dayjob Know the folk where it virgin mary toast by the loaf Thanks bob Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat Show up around 1 never get your god back If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

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