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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Pom Pom

Not Enough Violence

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Time is up your doomsday clock sealed Carry the cross, boy, and make your bed In a place where all is unknown Face behind the mask of the sky Halfway spinning to a better place In the body of a man mind of a girl What’s the view like from your bed? Where a handful of love goes down where you got fed And now it’s time for pain, that’s right Now it’s time for pain, that’s right Penetration time tonight Penetration… when we power plant bodies Yeah we power plant bodies And we power plant bodies (on the body farm) Are we power plant bodies? (on the body farm) Providence of angels and fairymen Here after all’s well and said is done What’s the view like from your bed? Where a handful of love goes down where you got fed Now it’s time for pain, that’s right Penetration time tonight Not enough violence (you’re fertilizer, fertilizer! (on the body farm)) [x4] Carnage, violence, carnage, violence Not enough violence(you’re fertilizer, fertilizer! (on the body farm) Are we power plant bodies? (on the body farm) Not enough violence Halfway spinning to a better place Body of a man Power plant bodies Are we power plant bodies (on the body farm) Mind of a girl

Serpentine

ANI DIFRANCO "Imperfectly"
Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone so I play and I sing and I just let it ring, all day when I'm at home a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholy but baby any way you slice it, I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone yeah the goons have gone global and the CEO's are shredding files and the democrans and the republicrats are flashing their toothy smiles and Uncle Tom is posing for a photo-op with the oval office klan and Uncle Sam is riggin' cockfights in the promised land and that knife you stuck in my back is still there it pinches a little when I sigh and moan and these days I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone cause all the wrong people have the power of suggestion and the freedom of the press is meaningless if nobody asks the question I mean causation by definition is such a complex compilation of factors that to even try to say why is to oversimplify that's a far cry, isn't it dear, from acting like you're the only one there unrepentantly self-centered and unfair enter all suckers scrambling for the truth exit mr. eye-contact who took his flirt and flew the coup but whatever, no matter, no fishin trips, no fishin cause momma's officially out of commission and did I mention in there somewhere did I mention somewhere in there that I traded Babe Ruth, yes I traded the only player that was bigger than the game and I can't even tell you why, cause you'd think I'm insane. and that's the truth and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power sniping off sharp-shooter singles from their styrofoam towers, and hip-hop is tied up in the back room with a logo stuffed in its mouth cause the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house but then, I'm getting away from myself as I get closer and closer home and the difference between you and me baby is I get fucked up when I'm alone and I must admit today that my inner pessimist seems to have gotten the best of me we start out sugared up on kool aid and manifest destiny and then we memorize all the presidents names like little trained monkeys and we spit into the world so many spinny-eyed TV junkies incapable of unraveling the military-industrial mystery pre-emptively passified with history book history and I've been around the world now and I can see this about America the mind control is deep here, man the myopia is steep here, man and behold those who try to expose the reality really try to realize democracy are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet behind a wall behind a moat and that is all that's all that's all she wrote and my heart beats an s-s-s o-o-o s-s-s cause folks just really couldn't care-care-care less-less-less as long as every day is superbowl sunday and larger than life women in lingerie are pouting at us from every bus stop she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not she loves me, she loves me not and 'big government should not stand between a man and his money' i mean, 'what's good for business is good for the country' our children still take that lie like communion, the same old line the Confederacy used on the Union conjugate liberty into libertarian and medicated associated with deregulation privitization we won't even know we're slaves on a corporate plantation somebody say hallelujah, somebody say damnation, cause the profit system follows the path of least resistance and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked makes it serpentine capitalism is the devil's wet dream so just give me my Judy garland drugs and let me get back to work cause the empire state building is the tallest building in New York and I have always got the feeling you just like to hear it fall off your tongue but I remember my name in your mouth and I don't think I was done hearing it close to my ear on a whisper's way to a moan Pavlov hits me with more bad news every time I answer the phone so I play and I sing and just let it ring, all day when I'm at home a defacto choice of macro-microcosmic melancholy but baby any way you slice it, I'm thinkin I could just as soon use the time alone

Get Up Get Down

MICK JENKINS "Wave[s]"
Tell me what ya waitin' on Who you waitin' for? Tell me, how much time you wastin'? Please don't waste no more [Hook:] Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get down, get down, get down, get down Isn’t it ironic, got 'em Hooked On Phonics? Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad It was all bad, it was all bad Isn't it ironic, got 'em Hooked On Phonics? Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad It was all bad, it was all bad Isn't it ironic, got 'em Hooked On Phonics? Mama used to think it was just chronic, it was all bad It was all bad, it was all bad And all we wanted was to give you was a good time, some good vibes [Hook:] Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get up, get out, get down (move your body) Get down, get down, get down, get down (and all we wanted to give you was a good time) Came in this bitch with intentions to black out The audience all white, I thought we been blacks out See thirty five show tour and I almost backed out a year ago Back in my bag, back in the days, a young nigga trapped out the pad Couple of ounces, no, It wasn't too bad, cup full of water, I be missin' my dad Told my love that I would do him one better That's on my kidneys, my piss soo much clearer Down to the letter, you can't offend me, it's February Man, everybody's shoulder's cold, everybody know it's gold Driftin' in this pole position, everybody holdin' O's Bars in yours in no time, bars in your court, know it's go time We didn't come for Gold Line, from that southside Chicago, I got that I can't go, ma, I'm still underground, pay attention, that's a gold mine Old time, why you talkin' paper?, I'm still for mine, nigga And I wake up feelin' good, lemme pray, lemme blow Send a text, "What? Ya'll niggas on today? Lemme know" Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down Get up, nigga And I wake up feelin' good, lemme pray, lemme blow Send a text, "what? Ya'll niggas on the deck? Lemme know" Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down Get up, get out, get down Get up...

Bedroom Music

ACE HOOD
Ok Bedroom No panties on You fuckin right That's what I like Let me stroke your body, put you on top of that dresser mami Tryna dig into your treasure So deep you can never find me Grey goose with a lil em trees Lets have a pussy party Let me get this party started I know you oh so horny I know you want me baby I know you need me baby I can tell you feenin crazy By the way your body shakin Tattoos all over your ass Damn right that's gutta lady Ima put that ass to sleep Cuz I got that tranquilizer Your legs together Please divide them Its been decided Let me inside it Cant live without you Now you know what I mean by that? What you mean hood You see them pretty lips Seperate them from [?] Play with that lil pussy See I might use that you know that ice if um if necessary Oh yeah I cut my phone off so my homies couldn't get to me Ok Round 2 Down you Them back shots I pound you Now gonna throw that ass back Ima give it to you so nasty Smack smack Back back Damn that ass fat Gutta I came back Still in motion Our body heat Is hella smokin Let me put my tounge beween it Na I'm jokin But I really really was hopin Wanna get into that ocean Feelin like world war My explosion So open wide No time for chokin No time for chokin Suck it right No time for chokin Ahhhhhh Cant live without you And I told her Ima make you cum all night(yes) And if you think I'm playin I got on that barry white See when I put this into you so deep(swear to god) You gonna tell all your friend Pussy money weed That's all we need Your body and mine Combined that's all I feen And I'm gettin into it Tryna maneuver while your fluid drippin I puts in work Strictly business I'm nasty ain't it I'm nasty ain't it Wait your pussy sayin Cant live without you That was amazing I appreciate you for takin this journey with me Cant nobody do it like mr. hood do it huh Nice tour of your body (ya feel me) I bet the neighbors know my name I bet your bestfriends wonderin where you been Call me when you wake up Ill see you next time

WTF Collective 3

JON LAJOIE
Yo... MC confusing... WTF 3 mother fuckers. Got more hamstrings than a pile of wings 2012 - Bringing west wing DVDs to a blind date First on deck every day normal guy [everyday normal guy Everyday normal guy here to get the track started My average lyrics are between genius and retarded I drink tap water and watch all the CSIs I put my 30 dollar pants on on leg at a time Sleep 8 hours a night eat 3 meals a day I'm motherfucking content I got no reason to complain I have a roof over my head and I got clothes on my back My verse is done it wasn't great but hey it wasn't that bad [MC uses time machines irresponsibly] Yo I'm MC uses time machines irresponsibly Went back and found Jusad Iscariot in 33 AD Gave him 31 pieces of silver to rat out the wrong guy Then I planted monsanto seeds in dinosaur times Gave Bill Gates my iPhone in 1973 Then I travelled in time to the night that I was concieved Then I met up with my parents and we hung out all night Come to think of it they didn't have any alone time (NO) [MC nausious] MC Nausious up in this mother fucker I don't feel so hot shit I think that I am gonna [bluurg] Why'm I so sick, what I eat Cat food will make expired yogurt taste less like cheese (oh right) [MC cock blocks himself] MC cock blocks himself, hey girl what's up You so sexy we should probably hook up Crawl in a hot tub with a bottle of champagne By the way I have a girlfriend and I think I might have AIDS [MC necrophiliac] MC necrophiliac, where are my dead bodies at Crashing funerals just so that I can get a whiff of that Decomposing bodies are (they're[?]) my favourite aphrodesiac Flatlining gives me a pavlovian erection in my pants Turn-offs include breathing pulses and signs of life My turn ons are rigor mortis cold flesh and suicide If you're not stiff as a board I won't be stiff and I'll be bored Wait what do we have here? Looks like I'm about to score [Talking, Zombie chorus guy] Wait a minute... no! no!!! NO!!! [singing] -You have to be kidding me What the fuck is going on -This cannot be happening I don't wanna do this any more -This must be a bad dream Leave me alone -Why am I still singing? I mother fucking killed myself [MC gets sidetracked easily] Yo! MC gets sidetracked easily back in the heezy By heezy I mean house but not the show I think it's cheezy My favourite show is Dexter that guy is also in 6 feet- under my first experience with death I was just 16 My dog got run over by a truck and its head exploded Like Robert Patrick in Terminator 2 when he's frozen Its freezing in Iceland I was just there on holiday Hold on I think I got lost again what was I trying to say? [MC who couldn't speak in the present tense] I was MC who couldn't speak in the present tense I'm gonna have a lot of money and my dick was immense It would've been difficult, people assumed I was a retard I'll have a serious problem, communicating was hard [MC constipation] Yo I'm MC constipation It has been 3 days since My last bowell movement I'm starting to get impatient Spend hours on the toilet Yet nothing never comes out of it Intestines like polititions They're constantly full of shit I wish my bowell movements where a little more like my rhymes Always smooth and free-flowing It would save me a lot of time Push for hours with no result Not even a brown brussel sprout My shit's like a gay republican It's not planning on coming out [MC] Yo I'm MC invisible You can't see me The only rapper in this industry that can't be seen With the naked eye I won't lie It's hard to get a fanbase When image is everything And I litterally don't have a face [MC on the phone with Ted Danson] I'm MC on the phone with Ted Danson Keep it down Just skip to the next verse I'm on the phone with ted Danson Not now hold on ted I don't wanna be in this song anymore Leave me alone This is more important I'm on the phone with the guy who played Sam Malone [MC confusing] Yo MC confusing wrapping up the song Like a plasticine high fiving (high five and) a helicopter thong I got richochet highlitghts from the fleet fox's knife guy We out like a rice fightin' a vampire's wife's life [MC zombie chorus guy] -Maybe this isn't so bad Better than my last job -Taking it in the ass for cash 20 bucks a pop -Maybe things will turn around Being a zombie's pretty cool -Things couldn't get worse anyhow (get's tackled by MC necrophiliac) [Talking] [MC necrophiliac:] Yeah that's right uuhh. [undoing fly/zipper] Oh you're gonna get it you little dead bitch. [Chorus Guy:] No! No! Ahh! [getting raped] ow ow, I spoke to soon [MC WCSITPT:] UUGH! That used to be so gross! [MC Nausious:] It's just a guy having sex with a dead body. There's nothing (BLURG) [MC invisible:] Dude! you just puked all over me! [MC Nausious:] sorry [MC constipation:] That's a good idea, I should get an enema [MC cock-blocks himself:] Enemas, puke, guys having sex with dead bodies... you ready to go back to my place ([girl:] uugh (walks off)) What am I doing wrong? [MC fatigue: (wakes up)] Did I miss anything?

Back Pack

ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD "Knife Man"
You were dead by the time that I had found you. Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed. So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you. Your body felt just like a back pack. And I don't know what they did to your face. And I don't like it. You lived large till the day they finally caught you. They cut out your tongue so you would not scream when you came to. And you pissed blood and they chained you up when you turned blue. Your body felt just like a t-shirt. And I wanna build a tower to all they nicer things you could have been but I don't like it. You were dead by the time that I had found you.

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