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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Mature Themes

Schnitzel Boogie

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Friday morning, gotta get up out of bed, I'm feeling schitzo Sunday morning and I fumble out of bed I need some schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel Monday morning and I crave my double dell with all the pickles Half past ten on Wednesday and you know me well I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel - I'd like a double dell burger, hold the cheese, hold the pickle and the ketchup, and the sauce. Lettuce, tomatoes and onions only please - Would you like cheese? - That's right. Lettuce, tomatoes, and onions only - Okay, triple cheese Friday morning, gotta get up out of bed, I'm feeling schitzo Sunday morning and I fumble out of bed I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel I'm eating schnitzel, I'm eating schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel Schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel, schnitzel

Easy

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
I take it Easy [Verse 1] Upside down, I pick wigs for beetles Pry 'em out and pin 'em to the polar of the see-saw Sofa cobra shimmy out crater Cradle my weight in double wishbone suspension Versus AM clock radio bangers Downside up in cripple acres and still the fountainhead Spittle sniglets quicker than quidditch seekers snatch golden snitches You could be a part of it Just park your bark at 20 paces Hold this target and we'll call this bitch a partnership Man, the city bred the brittle cheapo Little Lego people squeezing little Lego Polaroid in keyhole Media breather needy burrow to hide all While you friends and neighbors press stethoscopes to the drywall Curl a worm tongue tight, bitten behind the vamp chopper foaming Lamb choppy sock puppet fear and loathing Need phoners a.s.a.p. to build careers out of misquoting So I read Aesop interviews and get schooled on my own motives It's a pocketful of nickels, like Cool Hand Luke decapitating Parking meters when the pigs blew the whistles like windmills I went to jail overnight for putting a sticker on a phone booth Now in the time that you did the paperwork How many'd the rapists merk? Panicky banister silver surf over the wobbles where the potholes Be the ulcer in the stomach of the God show You blinded by the light you might just plummet through the cosmos Meet Apollo sandman function before the whore hit the high note [Chorus] I take it easy, the ice is thinning in the valley of the jeep beats And when the freaks come out I hug a TV Somehow a channel zero bender's less creepy, it's bliss Repeat with a twist...Easy When every martian in the market holler feed me The all city opinion spicket leaky You learn more when your mouth piece retreat, it's bliss Now listen to this...oh OK All day every day, oh all right, all night every night [Verse 2] Whose capitain gon' spew stale venom? Not mine... I hug a hammock in the bedlam And when the potentially lucrative race horse gets deaded I'll wake up for a second to help the betters count their blessings But I cannot cratchet crutch the Ebenezer limbs much longer Flaccid flimsy songbirds, classic dizzy wrong turns For the long term got a dragon all achy Torn between the lending of a helping five knuckles And a charter your own escape Now it's like, sufferin' succotash, bucko, ducks in the chuckle patch 10-4 on that, stinger opinion, wingman double back Fuck it, Let him roam the home of the mange ridden emaciated Slave pain cave children game Not all players heal the same, learn it or don't learn shit My radio is on regardless I tune out pardons and tune in starlets Carbon and pre-David/Goliath live Paleolithic bias Who walks on all fours dragging the cadaver of King Midas Now it's Thor dwarf war hammers, Elvin bow and arrow aimers Documentation of the rate at which narrow tapers Hermit crab, honest cat, trying to raise the roof in my own TV room And still get the security deposit back Call Ripley, skippy, motorhead dope fixture on some go to bed no dinner Hold your head cold winter Ease up out of the ghastly, desert dozer cliques stranded on cloud 8 Proud of their pogo sticks, I stay left Along came a spider, sprung and alert, I stay def He makes records with his tongue in the dirt Suffer the dirty earth crisis with a license to flirt Buffer the mighty tighty sequins with a price on the mersh Covert Mr. Blizzard shoulder, he always acts all pissy Plus your friend said I was an asshole when he met me No bad moods aloud when you're in the public eye Kill it, you are the weakest link, goodbye [Chorus]

Getaway Car

AESOP ROCK "None Shall Pass"
A yo, I send this to all of my corporate Corpses tryin' to abort the thoughts of coming out wildn' Dumbin' out time to off the office, I was surely sorta Twisted, worked at a TV studio, an audio assistant, easy Do my duty though at times was in a mean mood Hot I gotta be cool, on the brink of fiend's drool Glaring at the green room, made a brother the same color But beyond neon, pushin' me to peon, barkin' at dreams to be gone Tending to the talent and many they haven't any Was especially a challenge when he be like goddamit Can he hear his vocal as he cuffin' it, "How my mic sound?" Thinkin' on the low it's perfect when he put the mic down Clown stand steady grillin' wanting subservience Sound man buryin' thinkin' I'd fuckin' murder them And I'm steamin' as I'm watchin' duke, leavin' on some hot pursuit I gotta win as these cats be modelin', what not to do? 6 in the morning and the walls close in High noon calls and the walls own him Kings at the ready know the walls won't win Storms on the harbor like a harbinger of gore Gore is my harbinger, pardon the art of war Get your doors darkened by the house of card carpenters Who never thought a slave could be a sparticus and more Pencil sharpener with a resume for the carnivores Who take important conference calls in corner office walls Still a buck is a buck and he punch numbers five punch Just say no to company functions and he duck into the dungeons Nothing says, "Kill it" like a day of fetching Paper-clips and staplers for the privileged Two lives one is chores for whores, one is Where I want to be when you begin regretting yours And I poured in with a large coffee Tardy every morning to a man who Took authority beyond what it was for How you gonna pay the rent day job free? Make rap records, matter of fact, thanks, peace In a hospital gown day off From being tied down in recreation Swinging a paddle at mental patients Raping the competition to smother the pain and sin So he pounds you out in table tennis like Wang Liqin Too strange within just to stop demented interactions sleep And thoughts documented He's lingering insane paint thinner in his vein Colors blown out around the doctors finger In his brain with a needle unable to beat him In a fetal position he crafted a path to escape his condition Would cling to the white walls the psych halls in his mind Soon bled the words he would speak to the world in time But not before more injections strapped to the bed Until the psycho-tropics took hold of the rap in his head When his wrists released he wrote tunes you could snoop through Day of release said depart from me I never knew you

Lovin' Her Was Easier (Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again)

WAYLON JENNINGS "The Taker/Tulsa"
I have seen the morning Burning golden on the mountain in the skies Aching with the feeling Of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turning on the world The way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying Healing as the colors in the sunshine And the shadows of her eyes. Waking in the morning To the feeling of her fingers on my skin Wiping out the traces of the people And the places that I've been. Teaching me that yesterday Was something that I never thought of trying Talking of tomorrow and the money Love and time we have to spend. Loving her was easier Than anything I'll ever do again Coming close together with a feeling That I've never known before in my time. She ain't ashamed to be a woman Or afraid to be a friend I don't know the answers to the easy way She's opened every door to my mind. But dreaming was as easy As believing it was never gonna end Loving her was easier Than anything I'll ever do again. mhmm...

Angel

ADAM ANT "Wonderful"
Adam Ant/Marco Pirroni/Boz Boorer Well come tell me your story I'll tell you mine Sunday morning Communion Standing in a line Feeling like a cannibal Eating flesh and drinking blood Diguised as wine I know someday we're gonna see Wings spring out from your shoulders What kind of being are you? For there are moments upon moments Upon moments When you hardly seem to walk the earth And I realize I've spent my whole life searching Searching for an angel For an angel (you're an angel) So come tell me your story I'll tell you all Looking at Rococco statues And paintings on the wall Sitting up there high and mighty Was this Eden was this hell? I had to know

On To The Next One

JAY-Z "The Blueprint 3"
[Swizz Beats - Chorus] I got a million ways to get it Choose one (choose one) Hey, bring it back (bring it back) Now double your money and make a stack I’m on to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one Hold up, freeze Somebody bring me back some money please, [Jay-Z] Hov on that new shit n-ggas like how come N-ggas want my old sh-t, buy my old album N-ggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving N-ggas make the same sh-t, me I make the blueprint Came in Range, hopped out the Lexus every year since i’ve bin on that next sh-t traded in the gold for the platinum rolex’s Now a n-gga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner Now I rock a teller suit looking like a owner No I'm not a Jonus brother I’m a grown up No I’m not a virgin I use my cahonas I move forward the only direction cant be scared to fail Search and perfection Gotta keep it fresh even when we sexing but don’t be mad at him when he’s on to the next one Freeze [Chorus] [Verse 2] F-ck a throwback jersey cos we on to the next one, and f-ck that autotune cos we oohhhhn, and n-ggas don’t be mad cos it’s all about progression, loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Kristal, muthaf-ckers racist, so I switched Gold Bottles on to that spade sh-t, you gon have another drink or you just gon babysit, on to the next one, somebody call da waitress, Baby i’m a boss, i dunno what they do, I don’t get dropped, I dropped the label, World can’t hold me, too much ambition, always knew it’d be like this when I was in the kitchen, n-ggas in the same spots, me I’m dodging rain drops, meaning i’m on vacay, chillin on a big yacht, yeah i go ton flip flops, white louie boat shoes, you should grow the f-ck up, come here let me coach you, Hold up, [Chorus] [Verse 3] Uh, Big pimpin in the house now, bought the land, tore the muthaf-cking house down, bought the car, tore the muthaf-cking roof off, ride clean, i don’t ever take the shoes off, bought the jeep, tore the muthaf-cking doors off, foot out dat b-tch about to sh-t like a skateboard, navigation on tryin to find my next thrill, feelin myself i don’t even need an x pill, can’t chill but my neck will, haters really gon be mad off my next deal, uh, i dont know hwy they really worry bout my pockets, meanwhile i had Oprah chillin in the projects, had her out in Bed Stuy chillin on the steps, drinking quarter waters gotta be the best, MJ at summerjam, Obama on the text, y’all should be afraid of what I’m gonna do next. Hold up, [Chorus]

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