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SpinTunes #3: Round 3

by Various Artists

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Guy: Girl, you wanna go ride in my Ford Focus? Girl: No! Tad’s got a Mini. Guy: (Yeah, I bet he does). Girl you need to stop wastin your time and get rid of that guy! Guy: Because he’s always wearing turtle necks, flexin pecs, and has a man purse And he’s always talking bout his bratwurst When you’re out for drinks, he gets his own first Rude Dude! This guy’s like chewed food! When I get a good look it makes me wanna spew! TikiTok Stop wastin your time on that overrated bleach blonde ass-clown TikiTok Stop wastin my time and get rid of that guy Because I know that you don’t want no chump, Forrest Gump, or Uncle Rico And you know his head is full of meat, like a burrito? If you’re in a slump, You call on me, Yo!(get rid of that guy) Girl: There’s, like, no way that I’m gonna date you after you’ve been hatin, pontificating on my man, you been raggin’ all day. What makes you think you have say? Guy: Because you don’t deserve a lameo guy, Lucas Blye, or Georgie McFly Though he looks real cool, he’s a loser inside At the Asshole Games, he gets the first prize He takes you out to Olive Garden, but he never treats ya And he’s so cheesy you could put him on the pizza. TikiTok Stop wastin your time on that overrated bleach blonde ass-clown TikiTok Stop wastin my time and get rid of that guy Girl: Hold up Boy, You can talk a big game but I’m still afraid You tryin’ to compensate for something too lightweight? So sad. I can’t believe you think that you can really Top Tad. Guy: TikiTok Stop wastin your time on that overrated bleach blonde ass-clown TikiTok Stop wastin my time and get rid of that guy (Whoa) TikiTok Stop wastin my time and get rid of that guy
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Clock strikes three I wake up in a sweat Toss and turn and I won't sleep again The feeling's back Feel it in the hair on the back of my neck Then I see the eyes At the side of my bed Glowing green Shining like the edge of a dream God knows if I concentrated The eyes would blur out The voice would quit singing You've got to run if you want to save yourself You've got to run if you want to save yourself Morning light cuts through Sooner than a splitting head wanted it to Can't recall the night all clouded together Off to work under a spell of gray weather Hypnotized by the feather Floating through the bus Nobody knows where it starts or where it goes Then I remembered Two weeks ago Tracks in the snow Round the house And up to the window You've got to run if you want to save yourself You've got to run if you want to save yourself "Wake up son, you were supposed to get off You been on my bus since the crack of dawn And I can see in your suit you're a busy man No time for cat naps in the captain's chair" He opens the door and as I step out The air smells like I've never been to this side of town Turn to ask where the hell we are But the driver peels off without a word So I am left alone Smokestacks and gravel roads No soul for miles and miles Industrial metal silos Feeling's back Feel it in the skin crawling under my chest Inflamed in the bitter cold winter wind Chain linked Barbed and wired at nine feet high Ominous obstacle to the inside Try the gate but it's locked tight Then I remembered Long ago Down this road Before the fences and secrets told Where I battled Dark shadows And my memory Unraveled You've got to run if you want to save yourself You've got to run if you want to save yourself Supernatural Conspiracy Hiding in the mind behind the screen If you want to find me I'll leave a trail in the snow For you alone If you want to save yourself
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Matt: Hey Donna can I ask you a question? Donna: Yeah Matt: Uh... Well we're going to a wedding this weekend and I was wondering if maybe you could teach me how to dance. Donna: Yeah, I could teach you how to dance, but it might get a little technical. Matt: Well I understand. I mean...because... Chorus: You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance (yeah) You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance Verse: You can start to activate your tibialis anterior The flexion injection has a feeling that's superior Contract your rectus femoris just a bit The abduct you glutes, please, as far as it permits And if your semitendinosus supposing it'll flow With your semimembranosus located dowm below Then kindly adduct your leg to meet the first And now you'll hear the chorus 'cause I'm finished with the verse Chorus: You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance (yeah) You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance Verse: Lateral flexion of the torso then contract Your internal/external obliques, front to back Then raise your scapula, traps and your levator scapulae Depress the other scapula and then you've got it made Pull your erector spinae up to the tippy top and wiggle those hamstrings till you do a booty drop then contract your biceps femoris long and short and repeat the entire process till you nearly touch the floor Matt: Yeah, ok. I think I'm really getting it now. I'm really starting to understand. Because like I said before... Chorus: You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance (yeah) You gotta know what you're doin' with your body if you wanna dance You gotta be a pro with your body if you wanna dance Now I know what to do with my body I know how to dance Gonna bust a groove with my body I know how to dance (yeah) Now I'm really gonna pop my booty I know how dance Gonna be a hotty at the party now cause I really know how to dance Matt: Oh... Should I have been writing all this down? Donna: Probably. Matt: Yeah, we should probably start over.
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Well summer’s here you can feel it int he air and little kids are getting off of that bus over there Camp is heaven on earth, you can see it in their eyes But standing there in your staff shirt you’re my angel in disguise Singin “Boom-chick-a-boom” and “Calamine Lotion” They call you counselor but I got another notion Let’s use the buddy system, baby, buddy up with me Be my camp romance, come over, baby, and see *Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Yeah baby come on over here) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Hold my hand, you got nothin to fear) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Yeah baby come on over here) Oh, love, kumbaya Well the sun’s gone down, stars are up in the skies And I can see the gentle flicker of the campfire in your eyes Well we hiked and we square danced and you’ve gone to my head Bugle player, play that bugle, put the campers to bed Cause I need some time alone with you without all these kids Where we can wax on and on ‘bout all the things that we did With your head on my shoulder down here on the forest floor Our little camp romance is sweet, but, baby, I want s’more Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Yeah baby come on over here) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Sneakin out after lights out, you got nothin to fear) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Yeah baby come over here) Oh, love, kumbaya Well there’s been God’s eyes and tie dyes and bull’s eyes and high dives Nature walks, deep talks, dirty socks and Coopers Hawks KP TP archery and skinned knees Snipe hunts, snack bars, mosquito bites and shooting stars It ended in love, though we started as friends And like a wise man once said, all good things must end So now it’s time to say goodbye, baby, give me a chance Hello September, goodbye camp romance Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Yeah baby come over here) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (Don’t cry, baby, I’ll see you next year) Kumbaya, my love, kumbaya (One More time baby come over here) Oh, love, kumbaya
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I see you standing by your desk And I don't mean to be obsessed But I have not seen nothing cuter Than when you're working on your computer Even though the boss is grousing Girl your browsing is arousing Although, we better take a look At what it says in the employee handbook We need a secret place to meet 'cause our love violates corporate policy For a little bit of slap and tickle We can't make love in an open cubicle As one idea, I would posit We could try the supply closet In among the pens and pencils Hole punchers and letter stencils But I don't want to be disabled If somehow I accidently got stapled And you could end up with Post-it notes Clinging to your panty hose It might be too tight a squeeze We'd bang our heads and bump our knees And at the risk of sounding crass I can't make love with scissors up my a...backside Where can we find a place for love 'cause I don't want to waste our love That forbidden taste of love Is what I live for As our budding ardor starts to bloom We could go into the copier room Maybe then we cold acquire The object of our heart's desire And we could execute our caper There among the reams of paper And while our love is consummated We would get sorted and collated But all in all I think it's better If we avoid the paper shredder I don't want to be an organ donor And I can't make love with toner on my boner Maybe we could meet up later And go into the elevator Press the button to close the doors And stop the car between the floors That would be the perfect fashion The satisfy our growing passion But there would be a likely chance That someone would call maintenance And it could be just our luck That the elevator would get stuck I might have a claustrophobia attack And I can't make love while I'm hearing Muzak Where can we find a place for love 'cause I don't want to waste our love That forbidden taste of love Is what I live for On second thought, if we get caught Then it would be all for naught When he finds out the boss would flip And we would both get a pink slip And I know I would not enjoy Joining the ranks of the unemployed More than just a slap on the wrist It's a high price to pay for our tryst And if I acquire an ambition To go apply for a new position It would be hard to explain away It won't look good on my resume Where can we find a place for love 'cause I don't want to waste our love That forbidden taste of love Is what I live for
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Aw, it's just lunch at Chipotle It doesn't gotta be a will-they-won't-they I'm no Ross and you're no Rachael And even though we're not exactly angels We're laughing because we know it's innocent And in a sense, maybe they're insolent Believing duly any truth to the rumor That sooner or later we'll be coming due for a nooner I don't want a piece of that pie I just want to work a little nine to five I wait for the break 'cause with you it ain't fake And a little conversation makes the work day fly Grab a cup of coffee, chat about Ghadafi Share a glance over a couple of color copies And go home, that's the end of the day Okay? (chorus) When it's all cloak and dagger and you're lying low That's not my kind of romance But when you walk with that swagger everybody knows And then we can't undance The dance Last week you really took to me Now you won't even look at me Like, that's it? That's all, the end? Like I'd ever want to talk about that night again It was supposed to be a happy hour You were drinking ritas, I was drinking sours We both got sloshed, we both shoulda stopped But we both got snubbed for the same stupid job Promotion, overrun by emotion Everything fuzzy from drinking too much potion When the clock read twelve-o-five We knew neither one of us could drive I read too much into a goodnight hug We split a cab home and forgot to split up Up before the sun with a throbbing head So I left your bed (chorus) So now we don't talk about it But can we not talk about how we don't talk about it? We didn't consider the cost about it Maybe there was love lost about it Look, I'm not messing with your life You got a boyfriend? Good, I got a wife Who would dump my butt so I'm keeping it shut Even though you probably know it's really tough to do Everybody's got skeleton closets I had a skeleton key, but I lost it So for the sake of Pete, can I make you believe That I'm really not in love with you? (chorus x2)
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Politics and Promises I lie awake each night And think of all the lucky men who died before the fight And those who still are with us Who revel in delight To use our simple apathy to get ahead in life Six a.m.Thursday how late this city sleeps A stray dog chases pigeons up and down the empty streets There the Hyland donor wrenches out his wrinkled hands Counting all his needle marks and wishing they were friends Just up the street, on 23rd and Main There stands an all glass building where our laws are made Transparent to some, mirror-like to most Who cater to the press and wear those fancy clothes [Instrumental break] You can sing me to sleep With your billy club in hand But does the riot become quiet With the silence of just one man? Breathe your words on me Have me lay my weapons down Find a compromise to satisfy The hatred we found. I can take a piece of you You can take a piece of me Someone dies - someone cries Maybe friends or enemies. Brother let me tell you now that your hatred is wack If it's ok to you then you're on the wrong track. [instrumental break] Beside the all glass building there stands a golden steeple A symbol of religion to all god-fearing people People who confuse beliefs and making laws Who bend the system far enough to grease some local palms Yeah, go ahead, does it make you feel better Read a selection from the Good Book's letters Read me the part about love thy neighbor And read me the part about a baby saviour But read for your own how to cast the stones And read for your own how friendship is sown So yeah, go ahead, did it make you feel better Did the baptism take or just make you wetter? [Instrumental break] Broken glass promises In the shadows of the Big House The White House It doesn't matter what louse Is makin' 'em they're fakin' 'em they're takin' 'em and breakin' 'em they're tellin' us they're savin' us and all the while they're playin' us Six a.m. Thursday how late this city sleeps The politician awakes from his adulterous deceit Political ambition taken from the donor's hands And the promise of reform ain't gonna change his plans (and he's got plans, baby) Politics and Promises I lie awake each night And think of all the lucky men who died before the fight And those who still are with us Who revel in delight To use our simple apathy to get ahead in life
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Intro: I'm a player; piano, that is; my apparatus My forte, fo' sho'; play for pay and also for gratis There's haters, not well-tempered, elevator relegaters So raters, debaters, let's talk Joanna status Verse 1: Keyboard so versatile, play almost any style Clavier smart as Xavier with Cerebro guile Far more than a C chord, still people be bored Players deplored, ignored until we're Eeyored Waller would knock your socks; Jerry Lee genuinely rocked Now it's often mocked and even on the chopping block Not a classical piano man? You're pushing Tin Pan In cool music country, you're at sea instead of inland Yellow Brick Road or 52nd Street Have to face to face it, haters feel no heat; aces beat Fiona, disown her; Rufus, doofus; no-one jealous Of Hornsby or Amos or the famous Bareilles Wonder, blunder; Newman, subhuman; Connick, bubonic Carole King and Cullum, just the cancer kind of chronic Benny was Bjorn to play, but people hate A-B-B-A And Jims Webb and Steinman? Too passe, way Now The Fray and Coldplay don't get such profuse abuse Nor do Queen or keen Keane or Radiohead or Muse The eighty-eight's not all they bait; they get fewer glares But Ben and Nellie? Only swell ta fella piano players Kanye's are major, but as players, we minor Said you want us fled? Fine, yer the headliner To your eye, you see Marvin Hamlisch, Burt Bacharach Wanting fly? You'll be starvin', famished, skirting snack attack Chorus 1: Not cool Just like 7-Up, un-cool-a Does it make you dozy? Not cool Not hot, but cool as Cholula Nothing ever froze me Like Popeye and Albin Said, "I am what I am" Never had it, can't lose it; could "Woe's me," But that'd be fool I didn't choose it, it chose me I'm not cool Verse 2: Even less top for you than piano pop? An album's not the only flop some ivory-ticklers drop Burt, Marvin, Elton, Billy, ABBA and more Got cred for another bore: a musical score Musical theayter, where they burst into song And so say every hater, "It's the worst, bang the gong" But almost every art form needs disbelief suspension Stand by and let me try some apprehension contravention Andrew Lloyd Dubya, does he rub ya all wrong? Post-"Phantom" fate, a bit bantamweight, but cat can comp a song With Tim Rice, words splice and knit to nice writ benefit A Brit wit who'll make it fit and sometimes even land a hit Do you know how fond I'm of Sondheim? Like language was made for him, he goes beyond rhyme Blazingly on-time with phrasing and scansion When this Pieta of theatah's in the house, it's a mansion Want cool? Cole, the top; which school? Ol' And Loesser is more, even co-wrote "Heart and Soul" Bawd to awed to guffawed you gotta applaud the Broadway songwriter Roast-and-toasting most from coast to coast and boasting that they're brighter Not all cheesy junk, "Bring in da' funk" had rap, and "In the Heights" Even The Who, Green Day, Bono and the Edge have tripped the lights I'd hope that you're hip now that I've performed this patter But I sense no evidence will dispense this anti-matter Chorus 2: Not cool So square, unlike a hoop hula Make you want to mozy? Not cool Anyone, anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Try but I can't pose me Like Popeye and Albin Said, "I am what I am" Never had it, can't lose it; could "Woe's me," But that'd be fool I didn't choose it, it chose me I'm not cool Bridge: In the world today, no-one'd choose to be gay With musical taste, I daresay, you also can't self-betray Pray and downplay as you may, try to spay, stray and sway Say you want it nee? It won't obey; here to stay Like piano prodigy Gaga, me, I was born this way First LP I ever bought: "Hooked on Classics" Leave you sour as Vlasics? Get me ass kicks? Sensibility Jurassic? So do you deem it daft? You see a load of crap? To me, a lode of craft On troubled waters, need a bridge away from "Ishtar" In dire straits, I shoulda learned to play the guitar Then, I bet, instead of fretting, I'd be getting it far More portable, affordable, still chordable Compared to a keyboard, a bull; unchortable Then there's the vocal: not my focal, I'm no singer When I croon, don't bring a socle, you'll see soon I'm second-stringer My Cletus voice a yokel, it's my fingers do the zingers Can't I simply say the words, no-one run through the ringer, With only short notes and no pitch on which to linger? Verse 3: But those who stir my slumber most, down to the apple core You know their name and number, yeah, yeah, yeah, the Fab Four So much to say, and I don't have all day But cross the nations and generations no-one cuts like they Broke the rule then built the school, always so eclectic Acoustic and electric, the keyboard and the plec trick Want to hear the case they found the place where magic lives? Not every act gives the language whole new adjectives Arrangements and references show Beatlesque preferences Distinctive details a disciple deploys XTC, TMBG and ELO show deferences The list is long, and some are strong, still they're decoys No-one can rule like the lads from Liverpool For the masses, yet passes as full-of-joys geek noise Realized what they prized, careless of cool Yeah, wouldn't it be nice? Wait, that's the Beach Boys Choruses 3 & 4: Not cool Just like 7-Up, un-cool-a Does it make you dozy? Not cool Not hot, but cool as Cholula Nothing ever froze me Like Popeye and Albin Said, "I am what I am" Never had it, can't lose it; could "Woe's me," But that'd be fool I didn't choose it, it chose me Not cool So square, unlike a hoop hula Make you want to mozy? Not cool Anyone, anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Try but I can't pose me Like Popeye and Albin Said, "I am what I am" Never had it, can't lose it; could "Woe's me," But that'd be fool I didn't choose it, it chose me I'm not cool
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THERE SHE IS. IN HER CHAIR. ON THE PHONE. SARAH... THERE SHE IS. SITTING THERE, ALL ALONE. SARAH... YOU SHOULD GO. ASK HER OUT. WHILE YOU CAN. DO IT! DON’T SAY, “NO.” DON’T WIMP OUT. BE A MAN! SCREW IT . . . EACH DAY I COME TO WORK AND I SEE HER SITTING THERE. BUT I NEVER DO WHAT I LONG TO DO. IF I WERE SOMEONE ELSE... IF I HAD MORE CONFIDENCE, I COULD FIN’LLY SAY WHAT I LONG TO SAY . . . Hey... My name is Sam. I work in payroll. I thought I’d spruce Myself up And introduce Myself. That all right? I mean, to better “unite,” I thought I’d chat you up And say I think your Sweater is tight! Not that it’s tight! I didn’t mean . . . I mean, it fits all right . . . I wasn’t . . . looking . . . at . . . <sigh> (Try that again . . .) My name is Sam. We’ve never spoken before, But I swore I’d introduce myself. You seem nice. I mean, I’ve noticed you there -- In your chair. You make me stop and stare . . . (That’s stupid.) Hello there, Sarah. How’re you doin’ today? I just stopped by here to say That bein’ near you Takes my breath away. It’s not just your looks -- Although you’ve clearly got style -- But it’s your beautiful smile. It’s the way that you beguile Me while You file And fax and answer the phone. Little acts of kindness you’ve shown. Ever since I’ve met you I’ve known I’m tired of being alone. I wanna ask you out. I came here to invite You out To dinner tonight, In the hopes That it might Ignite Something more. I find it hard to ignore How I adore You girl. You gotta know I’ve tried to do this before, But ev’ry time that I tried, You know my tongue was always tied. I had to hide All my feelings inside. I tried To take it in stride . . . But they wouldn’t subside. So here I am. My name is ... Sam . . . FIVE O’CLOCK. TIME TO GO. HERE’S YOUR CHANCE. ASK HER! (Come on. Come on! Just do it . . .) (Crap . . .) FIVE OH-ONE. WATCH HER GO. LOSE YOUR CHANCE. MISS HER . . . Well . . . MAYBE TOMORROW . . .
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I know online that it’s plain to see By your smile that you’re finally over me. “Jennifer is now friends with Mel.” That’s your ex. What the hell?! Cant’ face the Facebook status, I hate it. Yours used to say “Its complicated” But it says, “Jennifer is now single” I gave you my heart, you gave me your shingles. We were Fred and Ginger dancing With a smidge of Sid and Nancy, But now I feel we’re Jack and Rose and You got your diamond and left me frozen. Adios despues de sies anos. Ending so abruptly like the last Sopranos “Don’t Stop Believin‘”: cut to black. I know it’s over but you might come back. I wander through this box of pictures and wonder what the hell went wrong. If I look at the pictures accelerated Like a flipbook I see that your smile has faded. I know that you’ll never ever take me back. I know that I must face that fact. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. Nothing’s the only thing I know. I know I need to get over you, But my hope will still grow for you. My friend says I should forget you. Obviously he has not met you. You thought our love was so distinguished, Yet the fire you have extinguished. Trying to shake you, but you’ve confined me: There’s Always Something There to Remind Me Our bed is cold, my pillow’s wet, Haven’t thrown away your toothbrush yet. The sink is full but the fridge is bare. The toilet seat‘s up but no one cares. My Netflix account, it haunts me, too: "Joy Luck Club"’s still in my queue. Avoiding me is a big mistake I explained everything in the last mix tape. I wander through this box of letters and wonder what the hell went wrong. You wrote you’d love me forever, okay But forever aint six years seventeen days. I know that you’ll never ever take me back. I know that I must face that fact. I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. Nothing’s the only thing I know. I dial your number, but it rings and rings. Caller ID, oh, I hate that thing I send you a text but you’re out of reach. I hope you got them; they’re 10 cents each. I drive by your house, don’t see your car. Head on my horn wondering where you are. I tried to visit you at work The security guard there is such a jerk. Videos posted on my Facebook wall. Coldplay, Feist, but you still won’t call I call up the DJs on KOST FM but they never play our song, ‘F them. Some nights I lay down and I stare At the doll made of your hair Lights on and off, I think of you If you had a rabbit I might make stew.
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This is the story of a woman like fire She's hot like curry and full of desire With her one-track mind she's really one of a kind She turns every conversation into a sexual narration She tells you of the time she had a really good grind With a guy called Jack, who was missing a leg Or how she fell asleep when she did it with Steve You get the picture My friend Kay She's really okay But I gotta say she's got a way to digress She's really a mess The stuff that she says is tactless, dirty All about the thirty men that she slept with But it's deceptive Because she's ready to commit to a relationship But she's a chronic dumpee and I guess she has to live with it One in that chair, one five miles up in the air All the guys that had her - you get to know them better And no matter what you say, she's going to find a clever way To turn any topic into something quite erotic Like when I mock the flaws of Intelligent Design, she says: penis My friend Kay She's really okay But I gotta say she's got a way to digress She's really a mess The stuff that she says is tactless, dirty All about the thirty men that she slept with But it's deceptive My friend Kay She's really okay All night, all day She finds a way to digress She's really a mess She starts to undress her ass My friend Kay My friend Kay My friend Kay My friend Kay My friend Kay
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I. WHEN one with skillful fingers swift as wind Swept to and fro along the glittering keys, I said: I wish I were away from these Clattering and noisy players! but resigned Myself to listen, and I tried to seize Upon some meaning in the tune I heard. But in my ears the harsh notes rang and whirred; It was as if I listened carelessly Among a crowd of people coarse and rude, Who talked in shrillest tones of grudge or feud, Though only seldom one could catch a word. Even their voices were a bore to me; I pictured their dull faces, till released From such companions, when the music ceased. II. But when the second player struck a note And fingered softly out a gentle air-- It was like coming from that turmoil where I waited, to a light Venetian boat, Idly to glide among the shadows, there Where one may drift and dream; and suddenly One deep sweet voice sang such a song to me. I listened, and I followed far away-- No music ever sent me so astray,-- I never could call back the tale it told, But all the world seemed lost, as when, one day, I laid me down upon a high cliff's crest, Warm with the sunshine, there alone to rest, While far below the great waves shoreward rolled.
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I’m with a friend and we decide that we should hang out outside But Its gettin dark and I go in because I don’t wanna die See slender man sittin starin through the window every night We can’t fight, it’s all been tried, so we just wait here and hide His evil face is full of nothing, there no features or lines Just empty sockets where his Hideous is supposed to have eyes You don’t believe me but I promise you aren’t hearing no lies It’s really him! I swear to you I’m not just playin this time. K, I admit last time I had a friend in a suit I even gave him twenty dollars for the slender salute But now its real. I don’t like bein face-to-face with the brute Look there he is! Dude drop the bat it’s time to get up and scoot It doesn’t matter, weapons seem to not have any effect They bounce right off him I don’t even think the bullets connect He’s from another crazy world and I’d be willing to bet that asshole’s here to make the human race his personal pet It’s slender man, he’s coming for you better be scared You’ll let him take your lame ass over if you’re not well prepared Just get rid of all your cameras, film and bust out your gat Make sure you’re armed don’t just go running after him with a bat (spoken) Yeah. Like that one guy from everyman… that guy was awesome…. He stands at seven feet and he is lanky as shit You’d think that with a car he would be easy to hit But oh no! Don’t even try it or you’ll wake in a fit When you find out that someone’s missing. This aint even legit. It’s time to call the damn police, the army, navy, marines The air force, anyone else that might be able to see The thing we’re fighting is invincible or so it would seem What the hell? I just woke up in a room I’ve never seen My neighbor’s actin crazy like she knows me or some Things going on here, I can tell. Where did this camera come from? She opens up, we’re bout to leave when I’m attacked by a bum In a mask, I’m out the door before he makes me succumb I should call Evan, yeah! If anyone would know what do to It would be him. Next time he’ll have to bring a shotgun or two We’ll take on Slender man and all his little cronies to boot
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God loves you and me and the reason why I know it is because the Bible takes the time to show it its the plan He made so don't be afraid he is real here’s the deal we got it made in the shade Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me cause nobody is perfect and you know that inside all the bad stuff you do you can never ever hide but you don't have to fry wipe that tear from your eye cause Jesus came to earth so that none have to die.... Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me He gave his life, what more could he give? Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Everyone needs saving and I include me, fulla anger and pain with no way to get free Admit you’ve sinned is the way to begin Understand promised land will not let in any sin Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Believe that Jesus suffered and perceive that he died And he’d do it all again to bring you close to his side Turn away from the past, say you’re sorry at last Cause the gift is free and ready for the person who asks Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me Yes, Jesus loves me He gave his life, what more could he give? Yes, Jesus loves me Oh how he loves you and me
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This comin' at you straight at you outta Oswego. That's Illinoi-eeeeeeeeeee You know it's all about the Benjamins, and that's no lie I'll be rollin' with my Bennies 'till the day I die Ain't no freinds with benefits for me Friends with Bennies is somethin' else entirely Rollin with the Benjamins... Ben E. King is gonna stand by me Bens Stiller and Affleck are movie royalty People say "Yo! Dog, what's wrong with yo' brain? All this talk of Bens people gonna think you insane." I’m MAD crazy! Check it out... I may be lost, but I aint Ben Linus No man is an island, but you can call me your highness. And Benji the Dog is a pain in my sinus I take a benadryl and the snot is behind us. Is Ben Folds 'Merton' on ChatRoulette ? 2 thousand Charlotte homies, they say yes. And my man Ben Stein got himself a game show He answers lots of questions, gets to keep all of that dough I can move but I ain’t no Ben Vereen Ben Kenobi be spacier than Charlie Sheen My rhymes are dope and my beats are funky But they can’t top Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey My homies ask my why’m I obsessed with Bens? I even wear a goofy wristband like Ben 10 Well, all rappers love the Benjamins and they love to shout So I assume that’s what they’re all talkin’ about! Outro: - Uh, that’s not what they’re talking about. - Whatchoo talkin’ about, Willis? - Cut it out. You’re just embarassing yourself. - Uh...step off, home fries! - You’re a father of two from the suburbs. Just...don’t. - Uh, damn! why you gotta be a hater? Hate the game, not the playa, dog! Word! Uh....ah, shit.

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released July 16, 2011

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I used to run a songwriting contest called SpinTunes. Most of the material hosted on this account is a result of that contest. The rest is mostly Minecraft related songs.

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