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ARIEL PINK lyrics - Pom Pom

White Freckles

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She got them at the tanning salon (White freckles) That stencils sticking, let's get it on (White freckles) Tâches de rousseur mon qui moi? (White freckles) Bar-B-Cutie, where'd you get those (White freckles) Gucci Gucci, means the black stilettos (White freckles) She got them at the tanning salon (White freckles) White freckles baby White freckles in the palm of your hand (White freckles) That stencils sticking, let's get it on (White freckles) She got them at the tanning salon (White freckles) Tâches de rousseur mon que moi? (White freckles) Bar-B-Cutie, where'd you get those (White freckles) Gucci Gucci, means the black stilettos (White freckles) F-f-f-freckles baby Freckles, freckles, where'd you get those freckles Stencils Did you paint them on? White freckles, white freckles It’s on the DL tip and guaranteed to blow your mind it’s such a simple DIY Ohhh, white freckles, white freckles Ohhh, white freckles, white freckles Freckles, freckles, where'd you get those freckles Stencils Since you keep in mind White freckles, black freckles Sun tan at the beach, wash your face off with a rag White freckles are so rad Ohhh, white freckles, white freckles Ohhh, white freckles

One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All

JETHRO TULL "Minstrel In The Gallery"
There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

White Lady White Powder

ELTON JOHN "21 At 33"
Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours Staring at a line of white powder High-priced madness pays the tab I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had A touch too much of white powder And she's a habit I can't handle For a reason I can't say I'm in love with a wild white lady She's as sweet as the stories say White powder white lady You're one and the same Come on down to my house won't you And hit this boy again Shock waves to a tired brain Sends that hungry lady to my door again She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain Entertaining white powder I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride I might just escape while the others might die Riding on a high of white powder

A One Two

JOELL ORTIZ
[Intro: Joell Ortiz (DJ Tedsmooth)] A one two, a one two (Tedsmooth!) A one two, a one two (Straight Face!) I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz (You remember!) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The feet is Nike the jeans is Levi The tee is white the fitted is N.Y. My box are Diddy the box is pretty But the bottle inside a have you wobblin dribblin I rep the most poppin city (New York) The apple is rotten the blocks is gritty the ave is gwoppin Decoys is lurkin toys is squirtin Tuck that hurt in them boys is hurtin We gamble wild the games get violent The hammers loud the neighbors silent The cameras flash the sirens flare The ambulance ain't fast you dyin there To pay cable you grindin here The kitchen table a white affair The rappers spit the time is near I'm straight hood that's how I'm rhymin yeah! [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Uh! The boots is Tim's the jeans is Polo The hoodie is Champ the skully is Solo The leather is Pelle the AB's no go I'll let you slide if the ball is Ocho I'm too cool can't ruin my mojo Don't fuck you dicks pause no homo You talk slick you 'gon fall in slow mo My right quicker with the force of Cotto I write hits on my thoughts I'm oh so Starlight like a toss from Romo The theater is wack we bottleg movies Too much for packs the moves is Lucy's The broads is bad with awesome fatties It turns you on when they call you daddy The butter is shower the high is sweet The love is yaowww and you like this speech [Chorus: Joell Ortiz] A one two, a one two, a one two, a one two I like to, introduce myself, my name is, Joell Or-tiz

Coyote

JONI MITCHELL "Hejira"
No regrets Coyote We just come from such different sets of circumstance I'm up all night in the studios And you're up early on your ranch You'll be brushing out a brood mare's tail While the sun is ascending And I'll just be getting home with my reel to reel There's no comprehending Just how close to the bone the skin the eyes And the lips you can get And still feel so alone And still feel related Like stations in some relay You're not a hit and run driver No no Racing away You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway We saw a farmhouse burning down In the middle of nowhere In the middle of the night And we rolled right past that tragedy Till we turned into some road house lights Where a local band was playing Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor And the next thing I know That coyote's at my door He pins me in a corner and he won't take no He drags me out on the dance floor And we're dancing close and slow Now he's got a woman at home He's got another woman down the hall He seems to want me anyway Why'd you have to get so drunk And lead me on that way You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway I looked a coyote right in the face On the road to Baljennie near my old home town He went running through the whisker wheat Chasing some prize down And a hawk was playing with him Coyote he's jumping straight up making passes He had those same eyes just like yours Under your dark glasses Privately probing the public rooms And peeking through keyholes in numbered doors Where the players lick their wounds And take their temporary lovers Their pills powders to get them through this passion play I'll have no regrets Coyote I just get off up aways You just picked up a hitcher A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway Coyote's in the coffee shop He's staring a hole in his scrambled eggs He picks up my scent on his fingers While he's watching the waitresses' legs He's too far from the Bay of Fundy From appaloosas and eagles and tides And the air conditioned cubicles And the carbon ribbon rides They're spelling it out so clear Either he's going to have to stand fight Or take off out of here I tried to run away myself To run away and wrestle with my great big ego And with this flame He left burning in this Eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines on the free free way

Peter On The White Sea

AL STEWART "Famous Last Words"
When I took my boat out to the White Sea I had no care in the world Not a cloud disturbed the sky I was dreaming only of how it might be Then dark fell into the day And the wind began to rise Peter on the White Sea Green mountains of waves Blew all around Peter on the White Sea The howl of the wind, that lonesome sound Sailors made their peace then with the Almighty Still I kept hope in my heart Through the salt and stormy night Every hour the wind struck ever harder We held on tight in the dark As our bow rose and fell Till we came with daylight into the harbour Hard by the monastery walls To the ringing of a bell Peter on the White Sea A day to recall when days are done Peter on the White Sea The first of a thousand ships to come When I took my boat out on the White Sea I heard my name in the wind In the bright and empty sky When I took my boat out to the White Sea

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