Not for all my little words.
Word up.
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Not for all my little words.
Word up.
Straight up now tell me, are you really gonna love me forever?
Hey, Jon, is Bloglines being all fucky for you?
Tell me tell me tell me how you do that trick ...
[loves on Rio for quoting Straight Up, one of the best pop songs evah ...]
Freedom to us has always been a trick
Freedom to you has always been whoever landed on your dick
Seen it in you one too many times
Said you might trick me once, I won't let you trick me twice, no
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose.
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
'Cuz the winner takes it all.
Her name is Rio and she stays up all night long. Because her Saget snores and snorfles while he's wearing a sarong.
Rio, I'm a little anxious about this scar clearing out surgery of yours. It sounds routine, so I'm not worried about the actual surgery, but I really don't want you in plaster casts up to your bellybutton again. It's just an improper imposition on your commitment to waving your arms around doing bendy shapes with your body.
Rio, Piracy Funds Terrorism was given out as a promo last year to break MIA. It's fantastic, has all the songs on Arular, some in better versions, mashed up with loads of other stuff. EMail me and I'll send you a copy - jim5et at gmail.