Friday, November 27, 2009

Gucci Crew II - Sally (That Girl)



Gucci Crew II - Sally (That Girl)

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And I woke up early this morning and I went to the 5 and dime
I saw this pretty young lady that was real, real fine
I tapped her on the shoulder and said, “Mmm, mmm, excuse me, ma’am”
She pulled down her pants and said, “Splack these hands”
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, that girl
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
So we walked her to her house, as she opened up the door
It was heart-shaped bed in the middle of the floor
She pushed me on the bed and this you can bet
In between her legs was real, real wet
So I grabbed her by her thighs and I moved up truly
She jumped off the bed and said, “Don’t touch my booty
Don’t touch my booty ‘cause I won’t touch you
Don’t touch my booty ‘cause it’s not the thing to do”
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
So we bailed out her house just to get something to eat
We saw her friend named Patty walkin’ down the street
Patty turned around as we yelled out her name
She dropped to her knee and began to sing
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
Sally is a girl that likes to play
And if you want some lovin’ Sally is okay
She has a different fellow every day of the week
Two or maybe three just to make it sweet
Sally wants a man she can call her own
And sixty-seven hundred she can call on the phone
Sally’s never tired and she’s never alone
All Sally wants is a fellow with a room
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
Whoa…oh…oh…oh…
Sally, whew, that girl
That-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that-that-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that-that girl-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that girl-that girl-that girl-that girl [Sally] (Sally)[Sally]
That-that-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that girl
Wait a second, get the party started
Gucci’s here to put the love in your body
That-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that-that-that-that girl (Sally)
That-that-that-that-that girl
That-that-that-that girl
That-that girl, that-that girl
That girl (Sally, Sally) [Sally]
(Sally)

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Liz Phair - Divorce Song



Liz Phair - Divorce Song

And when I asked for a separate room
It was late at night, and we'd been driving since noon
But if I'd known how that would sound to you
I would have stayed in your bed for the rest of my life
Just to prove I was right
That it's harder to be friends than lovers
And you shouldn't try to mix the two
'Cause if you do it and you're still unhappy
Then you know that the problem is you
And it's true that I stole your lighter
And it's also true that I lost the map
But when you said that I wasn't worth talking to
I had to take your word on that
But if you'd known how that would sound to me
You would have taken it back
And boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Boxed it up and buried it in the ground
Burned it up and thrown it away
You put in my hands a loaded gun
And then told me not to fire it
When you did the things you said were up to me
And then accused me of trying to fuck it up
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright
And the license said you had to stick around until I was dead
But if you're tired of looking at my face, I guess I already am
But you've never been a waste of my time
It's never been a drag
So take a deep breath and count back from ten
And maybe you'll be alright

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Los Campesinos - The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future



Los Campesinos - The Sea Is a Good Place to Think of the Future

I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far
you have got to let it slip”
But she’s not eating again
She’s not eating again
She’s not eating again
She’s not eating again.
I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate
I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.
She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said
Believe a word she said.
At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation
From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic.
She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions
In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
She said one day to leave her
Sand up to her shoulders waiting for the tide
To drag her to the ocean
To another sea’s shore.
This thing hurts like hell
But what did you expect?

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind
A thousand years in perfect symmetry

Best known left wrist right finger
Through all the Southern States
On every video games machine they call her triple A.
There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking
The chat show host
He joked “you have to wait for the government program”.
You talk about your politics
And I wonder if you could be one of them
But you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea
With the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier
You may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away
And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey
So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world
But to the left side and the right side
Either way is a crazy golf course.
The sea is a good place to think of the future.

And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me
Five hundred behind
A thousand years in perfect symmetry
A thousand years no getting rid of me
A thousand years in perfect symmetry.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Silkworm - Nerves



Silkworm - Nerves

No more simple tunes
No more easy poon
It takes so many millions to get laid

So many fools
It's time to lose the tools
I said give 'em hell boys on the Nile

Goddamn the circumstance
that brought me here
and goddamn you my friends

I'm wading through the herds
Choke on my dying words
Time at the mission thanking myself


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