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Track Name: Pat And Gweebol - TickiTock (Top Tad)
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
Track Name: Charlie McCarron - Trail In The Snow
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
Track Name: Matt And Donna - Anatomy Dance
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.
Track Name: Ross Durand - Camp Romance
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
Track Name: Steve Durand - A Place For Love
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
Track Name: Jon Eric - The Dance
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)
Track Name: Dr. Lindyke - Politics And Promises
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
Track Name: The Offhand Band - Not Cool
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
Track Name: Edric Haleen - Sarah
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 . . .
Track Name: Wait What - Six Years Seventeen Days
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.
Track Name: Jutze - My Friend Kay
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
Track Name: Caleb Hines - Two Musicians
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.
Track Name: Ethan Ivey - Entry 3 (Shadow)
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
Track Name: Menage A Tune - Roman Road Rap (Shadow)
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
Track Name: Boffo Yux Dudes - It's All About the Benjamins (Shadow)
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.