Cake

[Problem Child]

Nugget


Ok
Alright
Uh-huh
This one
This one
This one

Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through Chicken McNuggets...

Now, Heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpening knives through Chicken McNuggets...

SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
Right, right learn to buck up
Right, shut the f*ck up, heeeey hoooo
Now, now, learn to buck up

Ah
Alright
Oh yeah
Ah

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steel your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steel your thunder
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Will crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels

SHUT THE FUCK UP!! Now, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
Right now learn to buck up
Right, shut the f*ck up, heeeey hoooo
Ya, ya, ya, learn to buck up

Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like canldes in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like canldes in smokey spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets

Alright
Ok
I don't wanna
I don't wanna hear it
That's right
Oh no
ok
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Heeeey hoooo
I don't wanna
I don't wanna

 

[Starfish]

[SIZE=HUGE]German Chocolate[/SIZE]

I don't think that
No I don't
No need to bleed the
Coconut joke

Better make me from scratch
Carmel stinks unless it's in me
Don't add any preservatives
Leave out the Red#40

It's all in the taste
Not the presentation
Spread the fucking word
Across this fucking nation


I don't think that
No I don't
No need to bleed the
Coconut joke

 

[Problem Child]

The Distance


Reluctantly crouched at the starting line
Engines pumping and thumping in time
The green light flashes, the flags go up
Churning and burning they yearn for the cup

They deftly manuver and muscle for rank
Fuels burning fast on an empty tank
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern

As they speed through the finish, the flags go down
The fans get up and they get out of town
The arena is empty except for one man
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
Not long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's driving and striving an hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for who he still burns

He's going the distance
He's going for speed
She's all alone, all alone, all alone in a time of need

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's going the distance

No trophies, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no lime
He's haunted by something he cannot define
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
Assail him and bail him with monster truck force

In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade
'Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
Not long ago somebody left with the cup
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
And thinking of someone for who he still burns

'Cause he's going the distance,
He's going for speed
She's all alone
All alone
All alone
In a time of need

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course
He's fighting and biting and ridding on his horse
He's going the distance
He's going for speed
He's going the distance

 

[KillerMuffin]

I'm going to make a cheesecake next week. First, however, I'll have to make the cream cheese. If it wasn't so yummy, it wouldn't be worth it. *sigh*

Oh, sorry, this must be about quoting song lyrics.

Okay, er, *ahem*

Cheesecake

*bad hip hop mouth noises*

I'm gonna make a cheescake
Some time next wee-heek
Cause I like to eat the cheesecake
You know birds have a bee-heek

*more really bad hip hop mouth noises*

That's it. Whoever threw that fucking tomato is getting their ass royally fucking kicked.

 

[tmuyo]

throws a rose to km.

 

[Laurel]

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond,
I want a girl who knows what's best,
I want a girl with shoes that cut,
and eyes that burn like cigarettes.

I want a girl with the right allocations,
Who is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's playing with her jewelry,
She's putting up her hair,
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

I want a girl who gets up early, (gets up early!)
I want a girl who stays up late, (stays up late!)
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity,
Who uses a machete, to cut through red tape.

With fingernails that shine like justice,
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass,
She is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket.

(na na na na.....)

I want a girl with the smooth liquidation, (smooth liquidation!)
I want a girl with good dividends, (good dividends!)
At city bank we will meet accidentally, (meet accidentally!)
We start to talk when she borrows my pen.

She wants a car with a cup holder-arm rest,
She wants a car that will get her there.
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen,
She's trading her MG for a white, Chrysler LaBaron
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

(na na na na na.....)

 

[Problem Child]

Race Car Ya-Yas


The land of race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice
Still hang proudly like testicles
From rear view mirrors

The land of race car ya-yas
The land where you can't change lanes
The land where large fuzzy dice
Still hang proudly like testicles
From rear view mirrors

The land of race car ya-yas
Ya-yas

Aw Naw
The land of race car ya-yas
The land of race car ya-yas
Race car ya-yas

 

[beckbabe]

Comanche

You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut
You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt
Come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh
If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads
You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes
Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load
Come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh
If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads

You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut
You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt
Come comanche, comanche, comanche, come oh
If you want to have cities
If you want to have cities
If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads

 

[beckbabe]

Sheep Go to Heaven

I'm not feeling all right today

I'm not feeling that great

I'm not catching on fire today

Love has started to fade

I'm not going to smile today

I'm not gonna' laugh

You're out living it up today

I've got dues to pay

And the gravedigger puts on the forceps

The stonemason does all the work

The barber can give you a haircut

The carpenter can take you out to lunch

I just want to play on my pan pipes

I just want to drink me some wine

As soon as you're born you start dying

So you might as well have a good time

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

I don't want go to sunset strip

I don’t wanna' feel the emptiness

Bold marquees with stupid band names

I don’t want go to sunset strip

I don’t wanna' go sunset strip

I don’t wanna' feel the emptiness

Bold marquees with stupid band names

I don’t wanna' go sunset strip

And the gravedigger puts puts on the forceps

The stonemason does all the work

The barber can give you a haircut

The carpenter can take you out to lunch

I just want to play on my Pam pipes

I just want to drink me some wine

As soon as you're born you start dying

So you might as well have a good time

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell

Sheep go to heaven

Goats go to hell.

 

[april-wine]

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond,
I want a girl who knows what's best,
I want a girl with shoes that cut,
and eyes that burn like cigarettes.

I want a girl with the right allocations,
Who is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's playing with her jewelry,
She's putting up her hair,
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

I want a girl who gets up early, (gets up early!)
I want a girl who stays up late, (stays up late!)
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity,
Who uses a machete, to cut through red tape.

With fingernails that shine like justice,
and a voice that is dark like tinted glass,
She is fast, and thorough, and sharp as a tack.
She's touring the facility
and picking up slack.
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long, long jacket.

(na na na na.....)

I want a girl with the smooth liquidation, (smooth liquidation!)
I want a girl with good dividends, (good dividends!)
At city bank we will meet accidentally, (meet accidentally!)
We start to talk when she borrows my pen.

She wants a car with a cup holder-arm rest,
She wants a car that will get her there.
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen,
She's trading her MG for a white, Chrysler LaBaron
I want a girl with a short skirt and a long jacket.

(na na na na na.....)

funny everytime i hear that song i think of killermuffin lol


things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmmm

 

[beckbabe]

No one asks about the grill... shhhhhhh

 

[Adoratrice]

I swear the first thing I thought was....."Is that A Grill behind her?"

 

[beckbabe]

Oh God, tears are rolling down my face. The grill is new, my husband won't take it outside until it has gas, but he never seems to get the gas. It's new/old now I guess. I kinda like the camp-ground atmospere. . . I may even miss it.

Now lets hope no one notices the marker on the wall!

 

[beckbabe]

Mr. Mastodon Farm

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
You see,birds fall from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the time
But unless I get up and walk across the room
And peer down below
I don't see their last-second curves
Toward a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my mind
That makes their falling and their flight
Symbolic of my entire existence
It becomes important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward flight
It's almost as if my life will fall
Unless I see their ascent

Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
Cut swatches out of all materials
Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
Cut swatches out of all materials

 

[*bratcat*]

the only cake that turns my crank

 

[beckbabe]

That's OK PC, I see how you are.

 

[Problem Child]

HEY!

what's the story with that good-lookin' grill back there?

 

[Problem Child]

I BOMBED KOREA

I bombed Korea every night.
My engine sang into the salty sky.
I didn't know if I would live or die.
I bombed Korea every night.

I bombed Korea every night.
I bombed Korea every night.

Red flowers bursting down below us.
Those people didn't even know us.
We didn't know if we would live or die.
We didn't know if it was wrong or right.

I bombed Korea every night.

And so I sit here at this bar.
I'm not a hero. I'm not a movie star.
I've got my beer.
I've got my stories to tell,
But they won't tell you what it's like in hell.

Red flowers bursting down below us.
Those people didn't even know us.
We didn't know if we would live or die.
We didn't know if it was wrong or right.
We didn't know if we would live or die.

I bombed Korea every night.

 

[beckbabe]

Hahahahhaha! We're really not into grilling I guess.

 

[beckbabe]

Italian Leather Sofa

She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island
She doesn't care
Just as long as his ship's coming in
She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island
If they laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch.
She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa
She doesn't care
Whether or not he's a good man
She doesn't care
Just as long as she still has her friends
She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island
If they laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa

She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine
She doesn't have to use force
When she gets what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray
In a zip-loc bag

She's got a serrated edge
That she moves back and forth
It's such a simple machine
She doesn't have to use force
When she get what she wants
She puts the rest on a tray
In a zip-loc bag in the freezer

She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island
She doesn't care
Just as long as his ship's coming in
She doesn't care
Whether or not he's an island
If they laugh, they make money
He's got a gold watch
She's got a silk dress
And healthy breasts
That bounce on his Italian leather sofa

 

[xlc67]

I just got the new cd....love it.....very consistant....Like the horns.

 

[beckbabe]

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Tommorow.

 

[Problem Child]

Sheep Go To Heaven

i'm not feeling alright today

i'm not feeling that great

i'm not catching on fire today

love has started to fade

i'm not going to smile today

i'm not gonna laugh

you're out living it up today

i've got dues to pay



and the grave-digger puts on the forceps

the stone mason does all the work

the barber can give you a haircut

the carpenter can take you out to lunch



i just want to play on my pan-pipes

i just want to drink me some wine

as soon as your born you start dying

so you might as well have a good time



sheep go to heaven

goats go to hell



i don't wanna go to sunset strip

i don't wanna feel the emptiness

bold marquees with stupid band names

i don't wanna go to sunset strip



and the grave-digger puts on the forceps

the stone mason does all the work

the barber can give you a haircut

the carpenter can take you out to lunch



i just want to play on my pan-pipes

i just want to drink me some wine

as soon as your born you start dying

so you might as well have a good time



sheep go to heaven

goats go to hell

 

[beckbabe]

Hmmmmmmm Ok, yours looks better.

 

[beckbabe]

You Turn the Screws

You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is
It's business like

You shake my hand
You break up the band
Flimsy as it is
It's open mike

Punk rock,
Red white and blue

You twist the knife
Then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice
Is what you like

You kick the sand,
You get the upper hand
You sell it to Japan
It's natural

Punk rock,
Red white and blue

You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You think that I
Must turn them too

You think that I
Must be so satisfied
I stay inside
I wonder why

And the cement
Makes or gets him, already
One good time at a time

They're pouring it slowly and steady
You're showing me where I can sign
What I can expect to find

But how can you say
You'll be happy
When you turn the screws

You turn the screws
Is what you choose to do
You turn the screws
Is what you choose to do

You think that I
Must turn them too

You turn the screws