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post 'em. i got muffins in my backseat and sand on my car-feet |
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Aerosol canaries in my ice cream dungarees backgammon salad in the sea of tranquility |
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Pokémon Groucho on right way mask Pulling all 11s on the nightway tasks |
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Hot-Pants paeans on the Pit-stop Jukebox Lemon-Roll Soul drums from a bum-beat flop house |
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Gestalt entity version of Beck |
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she's got the soul canoli from the yesterday news stressing yesterday's facts with a yesterday 'tude |
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so, yes, my last post started wandering over from beck to cake. nightmare hippie girl left beck for the guy serving the food; who calls you DUDE: and do you believe in the one true sign in the filthy soul canoli that my tangent leaves behind ...it's like surfin' on an oil spill i know what u mean mang |
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comfort bagel vs. soul canoli. match every song off mellow gold to a song off comfort eagel and run both through a simulated game of telephone that makes everything into food puns along the way. this is one of those pointless games i'll pick at on long drives. then i'll return here with the results; i'm sure you can't wait |
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gotta vibert in my bath tub 'n he's trollin' with the hashbulb gotta get him out my tub before he get in my shed jamacian information drugs overlord man |
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jamacian information crazy in the van man can't stop the femptocops from smelling his toes metatarsel information data in my eye knows data beta dung beatles man can steal john's disease |
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jawns dese. |
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Toppas and flan Ah just add your brand Just add your bran |
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seaweed of information is her masturbation in her google-eyed. wonder-drome. CAN YOU SEE dunnnnadunnadunadunna what i posted 'bout me |
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superdiddy craw-dad crammin' crown marmal-ade his detoxulism boxin gonna gator grenade |
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Slippin off, a deep green thumbnail First new kick in an eastbound Mustang Big moon head, her hat so tightly And her hand dances so ha-z-ily Ohhhhhh honeyyy, getcha self a blues machine Ohhhhh baby now, bring me something that I think you never seen |
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my name is beck, like the drink but without the s it rhymes with peck, not Gregory errm this song suck stop the tape man |
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imaginary beck outtakes (his pocket out of his hand) |
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Oooohhhh honey you know We gonna get mcdonalds tonight We gonna eat dat shit tonight Playa, playa Playa playa playa Playa playa playa We gonna order some nuggets We gonna buy a snack We gon eat it |
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check one two one two i'm in the zone with my microphone gimp suit true hustler me and my bitches ass whippin' nipple pinchin' you know what's up |
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bitch ass most fat tits be danglin' amphetamine anxiety and all that i'm supercollidin' now shut my computer my ride bass heavy i'm bumpin' to vibert now |
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sorry this isn't like beck at all. |
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yoooo i tryin' not to love u baby but u got a nice butt why are u running away come back what is your number, my love don't spray that at me not tonight no no |
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Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Hovis Kingsmill... |
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another one bites the cock another one bites the cock and another inch gone and another inch gone another one bites the cock |
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you have a 3 inch cock? |
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you would be a pornstar in asia |
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thats the plan my man |
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jelly scratch whippits in a dog bite universe tea time totally frenetic jam beret |
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in the tiltworm ghetto she's a rappin' tangerine got that gucci stiletto stabbin' sidewalk scene don't wanna know one show one reason won outta her mind in that esclaparade |
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chekka few seconds to review the crew |
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(If h was doing a pastiche of Belgian New Beat) I need your Body Control Body Control Body Control Body Control Body Control Body Control Everything for sale and your Body Control Body Control Body Control Body Control Body Control |
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his new album has some great tunes but his lyrics are so boring now |
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the best is his It's your life Falling like a hot knife Call your wife; secular times, these times My demon's on the cell phone To your demons, nothing's even right or wrong It's irrelevant, elephant in the room goes boom Standing on the lawn doin' jiu jitsu Girl in a bikini with the Lamborghini shih tzu lol |
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does he visit this site to crib lyrics I wonder |
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flambéed bollocks in a interstitial vortex Ferdinand Magellan on a propane ibex crustacean people dancing on a phonebox cross-eyed bishop stacking antimatter iceblocks |
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yo turn my mic up all this jizz where is the fizz in my coca cola left it out in the sun i don't care for rock'n'rolla where is my keyz man did you see them my cuuuuz? your keyz are flyin' to bora bora |
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on an airplane above ze rainbowz turbulence i came all over your wig sorry here take a napkin you go first i'll come a little after just in time for caviar and champagne mmm hmmm real gangster shit |
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Take the toilet duck, spray it all on my pits Tiny hammers in my hair will protect me from nits Purple sequin codpiece lets them know I'm no fool Kick a cat for good luck on my first day of school Dinner lady Yorkshire ripper, Adam's apple prominent Teabag stained local stripper, husband wants her dominant Choking on a sausage just to see how it feels Squashing mashed potato in my granny's high heels Chocolate cake, served with pink custard Come on baby, don't look disgusted Chocolate cake, served with pink custard Come on baby, pass me the mustard One plus one is three I think Silk Cuts fly freely, hide under the sink Beetroot boy black hole til I die Grab the dwarf hamster and poke it in the eye Swinging bats clatter, rope burns, first stiffy Broken bones shatter, rubber mat smells iffy Hold your breath, dive low, grab the brick Asthmatic spastic gets to read a comic Sickly sticky bus, snail trail behind the cars Just lift that pleated skirt, I'll give you a Mars Sickly sticky bus, snail trail behind the cars Got my mind in the dirt, but my head in the stars |
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emerald charabanc, epileptic forceps vibrating mastodon, pylon hopscotch collating tadpoles in a transparent cauldron mesmerising exothermic quadrupedal molemen jumping up and down on a giant jellybean green ionic liquid brews in your spleen holographic lagomorphs plot your demise miasmatic lion ghost licks at your thighs ribald postman fucks a letter box gyrating copper coins fall from his socks arching nose hairs reach the stratosphere ballistic millipedes cry a single tear |
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there's some quality lines there |
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its all just derivative of lewis carol I suppose, but cheers anyway! |
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a article about my favorite beck interview and odda fings |
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trade secret: every second beck line is about him throwing something away. |
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Wear this hat! I got two turnovers and an ice cream cone. |
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:D |
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Bespoke the pattern of the highway blast Sea urchins are crowding my mind He spoke with a lantern of my troubled past Itching beats are cackling behind Ooooh why did you need me? (my soul, my soul) Ooooh why did you bleed me? (my soul, my soul) I’ll springback vault for the hammer time Ooh I’d sprinback vault for the hammer time... A spring buck to be be back there |
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shakin' out the shack out back with her fone gross eyes talking won't leave me alone old man peter talkin bout his jaundice pray my metal plate corrodes trippin' the longest |
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does he visit this site to crib lyrics I wonder it'd be like -- hey, man, anytime, just give me a ring, i'll do up a whole album |
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she was a glue glass baby with a knee from uranus and she's spitting eye-balls about her double-flush anus gland don't know why she's talkin' bout trees don't care so long as she don't cum for my knees |
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helium healium [backing vocals] helium healium helium |
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