Glee dei Bran Van 3000


Nel febbraio 1997 usciva in Canada Drinking in L.A. primo singolo dell’album Glee dei Bran Van 3000, gruppo di circa venti elementi riuniti da Dj Di Salvo. Il singolo ebbe un buon successo in Canada così come l’album e i Bran Van 3000 produssero un’edizione internazionale nel 1998. L’album fu disco d’oro in Canada e vinse un Juno Awards. In Europa trainato da uno spot di Rolling Rock, di cui era colonna sonora, Drinking in L.A. arrivò al terzo posto della U.K. Top 40 chart.

Ecco le tracce di Glee:
Gimme Sheldon (strumentale)
Couch Surfer
Drinking In L.a.
Problems
Highway To Heck (strumentale)
Forest testo
Rainshine
Carry On
Afrodiziak
Lucknow
Cum On Feel The Noize
Exactly Like Me!
Everywhere
Une Chanson
Old School
Willard
Supermodel
Oblonging
Mama Don’t Smoke…

E questi son i testi
Coach surfer

By sampling the wealth of music and sound effects available on audio fidelity stereo disks
you can take a trip around the world without leaving your easy chair.

Couch Surfer

Together with everything and nothing between us,
You are the whole soul goal me you,
Universal universal union,
Blending in matter,
Journeying harmony, journeying harmony.

The ecstasy is voyaged through swaying, interplaying,
Perennial gardenia gardens,
Flowing into fuscia fountains,
Leaping into warm purple pink gaseous fumes, purple pools,
Moving in, undulating emanating jewels,
Into a timeless spaceless place.

Couch surfer (such a cute face)
I’m surfing, couch surfing

Move into your house, I’m a couch surfer

Move into your house,
I’m a couch surfer,
Yeah, but I don’t mean to be,
Somebody took my keys,
I’m a couch surfer.

Well I’m locked inside the Holiday Inn and I’d like to get out with just a little bit of rain,
Down and down and down and out,
but I don’t give a damn.

Can I crash at your place again?
Just one more night?

Couch surfer

I’m couch surfing, I’m a couch surfer
Locked on the inside,
I’m locked in but you locked me on the outside,
Inside of no longer me,
Move to tears beyond into a pond of cool quivers,
My being shivers,
I’m pure energy beyond the sun,
I’m utterly complete union.

I’m a couch surfer

Mind if I eat those chips?
Oh that’s okay,
I don’t like salt and vinegar anyways.
No no no, I didn’t use pay-per-view.
I figured it was free.

Yeah, I’m going.
I’m a couch surfer, couch surfing

Drinking in L.A.
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike.

Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades
You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd’s favourite cheese.
Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We’ll see about that…

Give us a ring-ding-ding! It’s a beautiful day.

Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there?

I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A “Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar” hitch,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
I’ll explain it on the way.

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)

But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

With my mind on my money and my money on my… Beer, beer!

I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.

Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic’s.

Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren’t worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
“What do you think we got done son?”

We’ve got a conclusion, and I guess that’s something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.

We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we’ll fix it all up.

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! …

So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?

Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.

Problems
I live in a frequency,
Where action rules,
That God is me,
In a war against my body,
In the poetry of poverty.
‘Cause it’s the rich ones who make it,
‘Cause it’s the rich ones who have the guts to take it.
They feel fine.
They feel fine.

Check out complainer by the bar,
Let’s kick his ass and make him beg for more,
Let’s line him up,
And make him scream and shout,
And show him he’s got nothing to complain about.

‘Cause I believe in the groove complacent,
So jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment,
Yeah, I feel fine.
Forest
It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It’s not my fault that you lost your way…

Nous étions tous en voyage quand un brouillard s’approche,
C’est la forêt des regrets amers, des doutes sans rémission.

I’m living life in this forest,
The shadows and stains;
And the government,
They take the gains,
But we’re left with the reigns.
In the name of our God and our dead generations,
The poets have been called for creation.
We were born free to the world,
As we were born we will depart;
I refuse upon the mic to be refused my spark.
See the fire seventh sign is near,
So hear this calling,
Once the man, come twice the child.
‘Cause the fear of the man turned us all fucking wild,
I’m born again to see the end.
‘Cause all I really truly got is this block and my friends,
But where am I gonna be when there’s nothing left to spend?
And I remember what the dread said;
And I remember what the dread said:

It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It’s not my fault that you lost your way…

So, all you freak punks and all you cool Ginos,
Pump up your Jeeps and and brass down your Chinos.
We hit you with the Bran Van style:
Roquefort, blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile.
Yeah, we hitting you strong,
We be the lawd awful song you can’t shake from your gong.
With a BV3 g riff to a drunk drum,
C’mon man, spill some outcome.

When I was lost, I saw the forest was dark;
You lose the fire and the flame with the loss of the spark.
I let my body house demons,
That fed on my mind.
I was looking for myself,
To myself I was blind.
Because my senses confused, with what was once so real;
I could not hear taste touch or fear.
But slowly I try at each and every cost to rebuild these strengths that i’ve lost.

It’s not my fault that you lost your way;
Your insanity will prevail.
It’s not my fault that you lost your way…

So test drive to the forest, to the jungle,
To the place outside yourself.
I’m speaking strictly of the self,
You know as I jump, slip step deep and wide.
And watch all the animals,
The mammals, lions, fishes, and the camels.
And you know what they’re gonna do:
They’ll set you up,
They’ll knock you down,
They’ll kick your ass all over your hometown.
And they’re gonna ask you something that you’ve got to learn to do,
It’s something that’s so good for you:
You know you roar…
You roar…
You roar!

Jump

Your insanity will prevail.
Rainshine
Want some water?
No, I think I’m okay.

Rainshine.

I don’t care how sick you say it’s gonna get,
My big ass bubble has not busted yet.
Because I feel,
I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel,
I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel, I feel fine, I feel fine.
Yes I feel, I feel fine.

New time again, dis a new time again,
For de time now, de dodge a man him come through and then,
Me no want no war, me say between no man,
‘Cause this hear time dodge a no work for satan.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have his mercy.
Lord have mercy,
Lord have his mercy.

You know what?
I’ve got nothing to complain about.
My breath is bad,
But my beer is stout.
So take my hand and let us jump about,
‘Cause we got nothing to complain about.
The sky is grey,
I think it’s gonna rain.
But that’s okay,
‘Cause hell, I like the rain.
So join me here in this here refrain,
And shut your shit,
And don’t complain.
What?
‘Cause we got nothing to complain about,
And you got nothing to complain about.
So c’mon,
It ain’t that difficult to figure out,
That we’ve got nothing to complain about.
So c’mon.

A man a shot upon him, life through the dark,
When you check it out, it’s a natural fact,
Jah jah have good judgement when you do all you want,
And if…

You can speak of babylon while you’re around me,
‘Cause every single little thing I see astounds me.
Rainshine…

Inna this time, me no fight ‘gainst no man,
Me no want no man come try to test dodge,
‘Cause when you check it out and go upon one mission,
And God and the Father and me inspiration.
Me test upon a mission and a one-way plan,
Me no want no man try disrespect me fashion,
‘Cause when you check it out and put inspiration,
And that is how a you go reach Mount Zion.

I feel magical, mystical, motherful, logistical.

Lord have his mercy.

Magical, mystical, motherful, logistical,
Magical, mystical,
Magical,
Magical, mystical.

Look around X3
On the ground X2
There’s a finger on my blister.
Carry on
I’ve been working so,
I’ve been working so,
I’ve been working so hard.
Why you bring me down?
Why you bring me down?
I’ve been working so hard.

You’ll be smooth,
I’ll be smoother,
Smoother than silk.
Let honesty remain my virtue,
Motherin’ is my milk.
To push strong ‘til the end,
Because the stress is the life.
Keep on pushin’ like a player,
Guess you can’t see our strife.
We’re in this together ‘cause there’s no place to run.
Man’s built the gun, that’s why I’m chasing the sun.
You wanna walk how you walk?
Then watch me try to stay how I stayed,
I can’t be swayed by the man.
I love my shorties with my heart,
I’ll always lend them my hand.
Teach my children about the seeds you wanna take from the sand.
Gotta maintain motherfucker,
Gotta stick to these plans,
‘Cause this globalized village made it all-out war.
And hip hop will be my wings,
And enough men needing to soar.
I see more guns than children being born everyday.
Another mother’ll have to weep because you’d rob her’s away.
I guess you’re never gonna figure,
No man’s bigger than the next.
Instead of building, you’ll be killing,
Every man’s getting vexed.

So carry on, carry on.
Carry on…
Maintain…

How would you like to stick with me?
How much do you love to freefall?
I never thought that I would have to stay so near to keep you near.
How would you like to stick with me?
And do you love to freefall?
I never thought that I would have to speak so loud for you to hear.

I need your loving,
And I try so hard.
To maintain.
I need your loving,
And I try so hard.
To maintain.

Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on.

I wanna chill for real,
But I can’t seem to escape.
Because your five-minute pleasures got me screaming out rape.
And parliament, they keep me tied up with the fucking red tape;
Left taps on my phone,
They got me thinking about fate.
“Hold it, freeze,” keeps me thinking that there’s no time to wait;
And now the prison cell bars offer up heaven’s gate.
But we’re like in this together,
See there’s no place to run.
Man’s built the gun,
So we’re chasing the sun.

Carry on; carry on.

Day and night,
Hell, everyday,
I’ll carry on.
On every single part I play,
I’ll be so strong,
Hell, I won’t give up the fight.
Day and night,
Everyday,
I’ll carry on.
I’ll live my life on centre stage,
I’ll carry on, I’ll be so strong,
I won’t give up the fight…

Carry on…
Carry on, carry on, carry on,
Carry on, carry on, carry on.
Afrodiziak
Let’s do it on D.

It’s very… interesting…

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.

Cool.
We’ll be the smoothest afrodiziak,
We’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,
We’ll be the strangest afrodiziak,
So why don’t you put the record on and wick wick whack?

We’ll be the smoothest afrodiziak,
We’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,
We’ll be the strangest afrodiziak,
So why don’t you put the record on and kick that track?

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
Well hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.

So what you thinking?

I’m thinking sometimes things are moving too fast,
‘Cause from the very room I’m rhyming,
It be looking like the past.
I know you didn’t ask,
But fuck it, you’re stuck with it.
You gotta try right?
That’s why your basic love for hip hop got me sucking this mic,
I’m like the next Uncle Fester,
Another media molestor
With the flex coming smooth coming strange,
Like grade 10 sex,
We cling to the text,
Corazon through the chest.
You diss it you like it,
We don’t give a fuck?
Well just a little…
‘Cause we’re hip hop deconstruct.
We’re shmoozing like McLuhan,
A slightly shy, a slightly bored,
Nappy crappy spinal tappy humanoid.

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
‘Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl, what a wicked world
‘Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl, in a wicked world

Nothing left to lose,
And no time to waste,
I’m feeling kinda funny,
Think my drink is laced.
I’ve got these opium queens that move around my space,
I said it’s waste not, want not,
I think I’ll take another,
I’m holding all this pain that I’m trying to smother,
With the neon glows that keep me thinking
about my brother and my mother in the city
Upon the BV sound.
Bran Man got me moving with my ear to the ground.
With thoughts of cognak kisses for the men in black,
Like in the front line,
Baby I’ll be back.
Because I’m chewing on these thoughts of you down with me,
Putting you before the eye because its easy to see.
EP got me smoothing for the BV3,
So let it be baby, let it be,
For real baby,
You’re the one for me,
That makes loving so much fun you see.
And I’m the smoothest afrodiziak,
I’ll be the coolest afrodiziak,
I’m like the strangest afrodiziak,
So knick-knack paddy-whack, bring it back…

Hip hop love coming at you with a blazing sun,
Just like a Bran Van giving you some.
‘Cause you’re a groove girl, what a strange girl in a wicked world.

Yeah, time to represent the sounds from the Bran Van motion.
Smooth Liquid coming with the notion and the potion,
To recollect and check my memories with degrees,
Saying we’s got necessities,
These recepies I’ll be giving,
‘Cause freedom’s how I’m living in my life without the strife,
Who’s pushing? We gots the cushion.
So get on your knees and pray G-O-D,
Set me free, from this fucking ill society,
For real, north to the south to the east to the west,
Come and bless,
Buddha zest got me truly confessing,
Say it yes yes yes yes.
To the top is where I’m reaching,
The chronic got me tweakin’
And I’ll be reaching for the peaking.
More than you ever fucking seen,
When I soar, take flight to the skies,
On demise, this youth has grown wise,
No disguise necessary,
It’s quite contrary,
Proud Mary,
Keep on rolling ‘cause I’m strolling on the uptown sound, for real,
So hold tight to steal,
Lyrical assasins saying caps out to peel.

Yo, Sharpshooters Productions, Bran Van 3000, Comin’ to your housing.
Yo, get up and do it, yo, Yo, yo, Get up and do it, Get up and do it, Get up and do it, Gravediggaz…

Lucknow

I guess it’s love…
It can be said in approximately…
3000 ways…
Not including showing it.

A day doesn’t go by when Mr. Giambelli doesn’t tell Mrs. Giambelli that, uh, he loves her.

I know that…
Everyday,
Going day by day,
In every way,
I’m getting from better…
To better.

Cumo n feel the noise

Cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We’ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

So you think my singing’s out of time, it makes me money,
And I don’t know why,
I don’t know why,
Oh yeah, yeah…

So cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We’ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys.
We’ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

So you say I’ve got a funny face,
I’ve got no worries,
And I don’t know why,
I don’t know why.
So why’d you always say I’m some disgrace,
I’m in no hurry,
And I don’t know why,
Yeah, I don’t know why,
No, no…

So cum on feel the noize,
Girls rock your boys.
We’ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.
So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys.
We’ll get wild, wild, wild,
Yeah, wild, wild, wild.

Cum on, feel it, Cum on, rock it, Cum on, yeah yeah yeah, Yeah, harder, Yeah, faster,
Cum on, Cum on, Rock it, rock it, Yeah, Rock it, rock it, Yeah yeah yeah yeah…
Exactly like me

I like what your t-shirt says:
I’m with stupid and stupid’s with me.
Let’s climb to the top of the state bridge and see how stupid we can be.

‘Cause this is the first song but definitely not the song.
I know that you are liquid, for I’m the governess of alone.
The things I’ve imagined do would really quite astound you
I don’t do ‘em, I just feel ‘em,
And two times two is chicken,
I am your state of mind.
So why can’t you be:
Exactly like me?, exactly like me. X3

Like Madonna, so emotional,
No car wreck, suicide,
Stairway so unclimbable,

No house to hide inside,
Your house, your house, your house I will explore
Your cold marble floors and secret doors,
The fine lines of your architecture,
And if you need me, I’ll come and see thee, and be your visitor,
We’ll play kissy kissy and have a baby and figure out,
What we live for.

I am your state of mind.
I am your state of mind.
So why can’t you be:
Exactly like me? exactly like me. X3
Exactly like me. X18

Everywhere
As long as we’re getting a bit technical, I’d like to remind you that most women
And children can perceive higher frequencies of sound than most men.

Everywhere I see your faces,
Everywhere you sing your smile and,
Everytime you’re not around,
It doesn’t matter,
‘Cause you’re everywhere to me.

Everyone you’ve ever known counts on you,
Waits for you,
To come through.
Don’t you know that you’re gonna break through?

And everywhere you came and left,
You came in the name of love and,
Left a wake of happiness and tenderness,
And sweet conflict, sweet conflict.

You hang around,
You come on down,
You come on down,
And it’s on and on and on and on,
It’s on.
It goes on.

You hang around,
You come on down,
But you don’t come down.

Whispering,
Whispering,
Whispering your name.
You’re everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,
To me.
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere,
To me.

Calling,
Calling,
I’m calling your number,
Calling,
I’m calling your number,
Calling,
I’m calling your number,
Calling your number,
I’m calling your number,
Calling,
You’re everywhere,
You’re everywhere to me.
Everywhere to me.

Une chanson

Yeah yeah, microphone check, 1, 2, 3…
In the place to be,
It is I, the R-K-A-D-E,
Dropping poems on your telephone.
And it goes a little like this:

The tears of a clown make the whole world laugh; hee hee.

And on that note, man, just give me a call, alright?
Peace.

End of message.

People fly…

Old school

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Yeah!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

Well come on party people with the ha-ha-hoo!
We’re breakin’ bum, shaking beats for your boog-a-loo.
We gonna shock your mind with this new déjà-vu
And guess what Ruth Buzzie?
We love you!
You see the bran clown taking you down,
No frown.
I got the foxy über ladies from the underground.
Said you used to be lost,
But now I’ll be found;
Like the Puerto Rican passion on the Brooklyn bound.
Going uptown, midtown, downtown,
Bran Van say:
Verb to the noun.

This is my special moment to shine in the spotlight,
A pretty young thing right here to rock the mic.
Rock the mic,
Like I know you do it, right? (Right!)
Rock the mic like you do it all night!

With the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
With the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

“I don’t know about touching the mic tonight; the club’s really packed.”
“It’s okay, touch the mic.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, touch it.”

Come a little closer,
Try to touch it with desire.
This man’s on a mission to set this mic on fire.
Like a fish on a hook,
Bird on a wire.
Let me stand before the truth,
Girl fire,
‘Cause:
Cupid had an arrow
For the pharaoh,
So he shot.
Made me want it how i want it,
But this fire’s damn hot.
Too hot to hold,
Too damn good to fold,
I gotta tell you how I tell you so the truth be told,
For the:

Old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
It’s the old school, new school, c’mon,
Bob your head to the mid-school.
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?
Old school, new school, even in-between school,
Whatcha gonna do when you get out of law school?

My Cartesian quotient of my calibration,
Got us qualified for this deviation.
As I lose myself in you,
Yes I lose myself in you.

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(I lose myself in you.)

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.

(My moment to shine)
Your time with me is up.

It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my moment to shine;
Rock the mic.
It’s my … rock the mic;
Rock the mic.

Williard

Just sing the melody and we’ll follow along.

Dear Willard,
I changed my town for you,
Dear Willard,
I smuggled guns for you,
Tonnes for you.
Dear Willard:
For your sweet loving,
I risked getting shot…
Not.

It’s kind of… country…

I poured my heart to you, Willard,
I changed my town for you,
Dear Willard,
I smuggled guns for you,
Tonnes for you,
Dear Willard:
For your sweet loving,
I risked getting shot.

He stands high as the harvest grass,
His reddish complexion is brightened by the falling sun.
His friends call him Davey,
But he lets me call him by his Mama’s given name:
Willard.
His sideburns are strong,
And his hands are those of a working man.
I know his t-shirt never changes,
But that’s why I love him.
Willard:
The very name I wear on my arm and hold dear to my heart

Supermodel

Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.
Even Catherine O’Hara’s come by to say hello.
You really wanna know?
Well, I’ll tell you, I might have to pour myself another little moonshine…
Here we go:

It was a sweet and frosty May,
In the town of Thunder Bay,
When Dale and Wendy Day went out to Sweetbrush Lake.
Found a weeping willow to sit down and do the Thunder Bay a go-go,
While the wind was real soft.
Poor little Wendy just had to break.

Later on that month,
Dale went for Pepper lunch at the “we’re-all-in-this-together diner”.
Yeah, the pea soup was fine,
The corn cob on time,
The chili dogs even finer.
The real reason was that Wendy was working counter.
Those two little kids just couldn’t get enough of each other.
Dale broke out like a man and said:
“Wendy I think I want to take your hand and make little children, live beyond the sand.
In respect to the clouds and the colony of your eyes, that day we made love, I’m going to call my little child Amber Jones”

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.

Which is exactly what happened.

There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine.

Let me ask you one question, and it goes:
Hey supermodel,
What’s it like being pretty?

Now everyone knows that if you’re going to run a successful café,
You have to hire the prettiest waitress.
Amber it turns out had been working at the Pepperlunch café just like her mother did 20 years earlier,
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine,
Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner:
Ralph says the customer is always right,
And the customers here are mostly men,
And though it don’t seem,
>From table 2 to 16,
All men do is dream:
Of falling in love, just like women.
Now sitting at table 20 was a man from New York city who was most impressed with Amber’s poses.
He said, “Come over here missy, I gots a kind of proposition, that is, if you’re willing to listen.”

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.
There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine.

Come with me.

Hey supermodel.

Where will I stay?
My place, where do you think?
Is it big enough?
It’s got a double bed!

And she was just everywhere!
I mean little girls wanted to be like her,
Little boys wanted to be with her,
And even mothers somehow altered their physique just to be a little close to what Amber represented.

One day Amber, who likes the Sweetbrush diner where she used to work, really missed those coconut cake cucumbers,
And made out with one giant flesh missile on the top of her forehead.
Poor little Amber couldn’t do a thing about it.
And her poor career went kinda downhill as the people outside her hotel room penthouse cried out…
Well, you know what they cried out:

Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.

Sing along with me gals.

There ain’t no genie in the bottle, or in that magazine.

Hey supermodel,
What’s it like being a teen dream?

Shackles, shackles, shackles on my heart,
I loved you from the very first day, from the start,
But you left, call it theft of the heart,
Bring me back the spark,
Pretty girl, pretty princess, that is left.
Bright lights in the glitter,
The shine of the night, right,
You dreamed of the city ‘cause you dreamed of flight,
But it’s timber, watch these trees that are falling,
Pretty little princess with no one to call,
It’s a small town now girl, it doesn’t seem so small,
First love, fifth grade, first kiss at the mall, with me.
Y’all check it with the degrees,
Bring it back on the m-i-c,
‘Cause the man’s on his knees,
Small town ways,
In the g’s from grade,
Bring me back sunny days,
We’s that praise, haze,
Y’all tripping through the maze everyday,
In the mind want the grape from the vine that was mine.
Come back y’all to the very first day that we met,
‘Cause I must call it theft, y’all,
Protection and selection of my memories,
Poet on the mic,
With degrees saying please,
Princess y’all, my supermodel girl,
Bring you back pretty princess,
‘Cause I like to rock your world,
One time, smooth, sweet like wine

Oblonging

Sob sadly,
The bios are moving, or could we find that tall child?
And dividing honestly was like praying badly,
And the boy is obese,
All blasts could climb.
First you become oblong,
Totally presumptuous.
To move is form.

Mama don’t smoke

Okay well we’ll just start. Ready? 1, 2, 3, Go.

Mama don’t smoke,
That much dope,
Don’t you worry about me.
Mama don’t smoke,
That much dope,
Don’t you worry about me.
I only get high about twice a day,
It helps to keep my blues away.

Chris said something about all them,
Long-haired Jesus Christ look-alikes,
Shining down on me,
Shining down on me.

I’m more laid back than you,
I’m more laid back than you,
Yeah, I’m more laid back than you will ever be.

Mama don’t smoke,
That much dope,
Don’t you worry about me.
Mama don’t smoke,
That much dope,
Don’t you worry about me.
I only get high about twice a day,
It helps to keep my blues away.

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