All lyrics for ithaka’s 1995 album :
"Flowers and the Color of Paint"
(except Umbilibus & Erase the Slate of Hate)
Recorded in Lisbon, Portugal for Movieplay records
This album was nominated for 3 BLITZ PREMIOS
(Portuguese grammy's) an was considered one of
the most influencial Portuguese albums of the 1990's
by Jornal Publico (#1 Portuguese newspaper)
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ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS (original version)
Original version from album, Flowers and the Color of Paint (Movieplay Records, 1995) . This is the version that appeared appeared in Colombia Pictures’ feature release, The Replacement Killers (1997). Lyrics: ITHAKA , Music: Pedro Passos, Background vocals: Marta Dias. Recorded at Namouche Studios, Lisbon Portugal. Produced by Joe Fossard.Note: the song was slightly altered lyrically and re-recorded in 1998 with new music written and produced by Joe Fossard. Due to disputes over the original masters, this new recording was released with the title, ESCAPE (Nortesul-EMI records, Portugal).
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People they ask me, Why the hell you wanna leave?
Saying that they’ll miss me, that they’re gonna grieve
This town is number one, we got the Lakers and the sun.
There’s always lots of lovelies, always lots of fun
Why won’t you settle down and stay?
Who in their right mind would ever leave LA?
But I gotta tell you, got to put it straight
still’ve busted out of there busted down the gate
Cuz, I had to get out while there was going to get,
LA was the hunter, California was the net
So I got up, got off of my bucket
Sometimes you gotta say, Well what the hell.? FUCK IT!
Wasn’t around for the riots of the King
But every other night bullets left my ears to ring.
HOSTILITY, the song that LA played
Every single night and every single day.
Walking down the alley, the one behind my house
Came five slang-bangers, it was me they were to roust
They asked me, Where ya going?, said, Not really sure
The next thirty-seconds I remembered in a blur
3x WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
I tried so hard for years to understand
Why do you find such pleasure in killing another man?
I prefer the simple highs in life
Like a mountain of water, not cuttin’ with a knife
But where I’ve disappeared ain’t confidential
The sky’s still blue, the swells are monumental
And no, I’m not ignoring my heritage
Over the gap, I’m a building a bridge
To learn once and for all that peace can exist
Forgive, forget, bring down the fists
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
Five days later, what have I got?
I’m in another place which is sunny and hot
The difference here is that I’m free as a bird
No gun to my head, no blood on the curb
But just then a strange thought overtook my brain
And since that day, it never felt the same
If everybody just put down their arms
To nobody on the planet could ever come harm
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
The people of this planet they want explanations
For riots, earthquakes and all “God’s creations”
You got me, I just couldn’t say
I do what I do, I take it day by day.
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
Well six weeks later, still don’t know what’s up
Don’t got many friends, still got an empty cup
They speak in tongues I don’t understand
But I look just like ‘em, visually I blend
It’s time to start it up in my new land
Korvorowng’s one and only survival plan
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
It took me two years, but now I know for sure
LA ain’t the enemy and goodness will endure
The Seed of Free, my real need
Was right there all the time inside of me
Just a voyage of my mind is what I needed
But now I’m on the other side and deep seeded
LA to LAX in fourteen hours flat.
At home on two shores, but I ain’t living fat
Still plagued by brokenness
It doesn’t disappear when I say, hocus pocus
But grounded for the moment in the city of Lisbon
I’m looking for peace and I’m looking for wisdom
Hooked up with a mastermind named, Grizzly
Formed Ithaka, now we’re rolling busily
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
5x- ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
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THE PIGEON LADY
(c.1992 ithaka darin pappas
from a series of short texts and stories
called, PEACE, LOVE & PORTUGAL ?)
She only has one arm,
but she has a big heart.
She also has
a pet pigeon
named Zaza,
which she keeps
in a plastic bag
warm and dry
out of the rain.
She always says,
Boa Tarde,
when I pass her
at the square.
And I feel privileged
to have such a wonderful person
like the Pigeon Lady
even acknowledge
my meager existence.
She’s homeless,
she’s old,
but beautiful.
And I hope
she’ll keep me warm
and dry
out of the rain.
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SLEEPDRIVER
SLEEPDRIVER song #11 from album, FLOWERS AND THE COLOR OF PAINT (1995)
lyrics:Ithaka (written 1991) music: Pedro Passos, produced by Joe Fossard.
La to Pheonix in Six hours straight
Is he awake or is he asleep
Drives all night in his GTO
To see a squaw he’s left by a red rock
SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER
Maybe it’s love maybe a death wish
Not sure himself in his state of despair
Fourteen hour days, five days a week
All for a squaw he’s left by a red rock
Sleepdriver drove to be on the big screen
But the star became a grip (non-union)
for not much pay
A little is better than none,
He sends the checks home he sends her to school
SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER
And every Friday by eight
He’s on the Ten heading east…for love and home cooking
But by Sunday at six, he’s on the Ten heading west
He’s got to get back,
he’s got an eight a.m. call
All the way in Valencia
SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER
The Sleepdriver drove back and forth for years
Through dust storms and rain
and degrees of a hundred and eight
The Sleepdriver drove
Dozing off and dozing on
Reflector hypnosis a trance-like state.
SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER
The sleepdriver drove the whole night straight
But one night, he just plain fell asleep.
And he dreamed of his great grandfather
In a feather headband and a pair of moccasins
…young as a buck
And he was in a new land
Even farther from the squaw he’d left
By the red rock
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STONEMOBILE (album version)
Once upon a time a long time ago
I had a slanky slimfish twenty-four years old
Knowing I was wheel-less, she gave me a ride
A junker of a junker Morris 1969
Flat-grey, with plenty of dents and rust
No lights, no mirrors and covered with dust
She said, this is a symbol of my feelings for you.
I know it ain’t your color, but you can paint it blue
Then she split, just like a Stellafly would
Left a hole in my gut, no I wadn’t feeling good
And for a while, I didn’t drive it all
Represented someone kinda pretty, someone kinda tall
Mostly I’d been intrigued by her head
The things she wrote and the things she said
Guess I wasn’t smart enough for her, role
But girl, a brain and worth shit without a heart and a soul
But two months later,I put those thoughts beneath
Felt like taking a drive up to Peniche
But two years since Stonemobile been drove
But stuck a key in her keyhole and off we rode
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
Ain’t got the frozen fish, but I got something better
A whole lot of soul with a fucked up fender
It ain’t where ya going, it’s how you gettin’ there
And ya she’s kinda funny-looking and some people stare
But she’s a bucket with class, I drive her with pride
She’s my very own, very special Stonemobile-ride
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
She’s called the Stonemobile, because she looks like a rock
Slow and grey, most people would rather walk
Keeping Ithaka as our final destination
A million places no time for hesitation
And yes it’s true she don’t use electricity
I know what Kermit meant, it ain’t easy being green
But most of the time, she don’t leave the driveway
But now she’s got a family and she gets washed daily
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
Escape, search, find, we’ll
Got it . Get it. Good. And Free will
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
WE’RE GETTING KINDA STONEY IN THE STONEMOBILE
IT AINT WHERE YOU GOING ITS HOW YOU FEEL
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SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
Direct live from the miracle mile……
Well I was riding with some brothers Somewhere south of Gibraltar
We didn’t have a plan so there was nothing that could falter
Picked up another brother down at Darbouzza
His name was Akeem he had a sister named Souza
He said to Agadir we should go
We all got ready we got ready to roll
We drove all night, it rained like dogs and cats
We drove all night, there was no turning back
Arrived at Anchor point in the middle of the morn
The sun was shining, the end of the storm.
The Point was reeling, it looked like a painting
Overhead and glassy with lips hollow and spraying
We got out there we carved with all our might
We carved all day ‘til it became night
Our city grime had washed away
Tahgazout our new home, the village where we stayed
Crashed out early we rose before dawn
From this perspective civilization seems wrong
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
Back out in the lineup of bright blue
Akeem dropped into a big crystal tube
And made an exit without getting wet
While Smiley took off on a two-meter set
He carved off the bottom, he snapped off the top
And disappeared behind the curtain
in the bottom of the trough
And once again, he saw daylight
Everything about this day was going all right
Until I got brave, challenged a thick lip
Got chewed up then spit back out of the grip
My blade was busted down the middle in two
Underestimated Anchor’s power but now I knew
Trigo was the next victim of her assault
Kicked in his butt then flipped a somersault
His blade also, was busted down the middle
It don’t know genius to figure out this riddle
Treat the Lady Anchor with a little respect
Or you will very likely get worked or wrecked
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
After two days of nonstop laceration
Drove in search of different motivation
To a little village, no village at all
Just ten fisherman and right three meters tall
Strapped a cord to the tail of my six-ten
Took a couple of spills, but wasn’t ready to say when
Then there it was with my name written on it
High blue and steep with a big fat lip
Scratched for shore like a dog does fleas
But this is a drop-in this ain’t no disease
Made the first turn relatively unscathed
But didn’t want to stick around for the aftermath
But then the blueroom enclosed me
A tiny light was all I could see
Wait for me…can’t go any quicker
But fortunately for me that little light got bigger
And I’m out of there into the brightness
No longer feeling the slightest bit of frightness
Euphoria now part of my agenda
The real McCoy not the pretender
After on the shore, I saw the To’of the Dogs
But couldn’t think a word my mind was full of fog.
The old artist told us stories out of his head
Of the visitors there; Jim, Jimmy and The Dead
The Dead brought their blades and tried their liquid luck
But nobody comes around no more, nobody gives a fuck
But I gave a fuck-and the Circle did too
This place was magic and surrounded by blue
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
Then we headed north toward Casablanca
Stopped off at an ancient city called Essouira
Some Mud was tried, but no sale was made
But a very stoned Joe said it all taste the same
The coast was flat so we headed back
But the lefts at Darbouzza weren’t so great
We wasn’t sure if we should spilt or wait
But at dinner I met a mistress from Paris
I asked her her name but she seemed embarrassed
Ended up hanging at her crib by the shore
We smoked a little something
And we listened to the roar of a new Northwesterly on the increase
Of this addiction my soul won’t release
Slept like a log, No I didn’t mean to bore her
But I needed rest, I couldn’t help but ignore her
Cuz my main girl is brewing up something for me
If you didn’t guess, my best girl is the sea
But she didn’t produce as I’d expected
And I’m feeling aggravated and I’m feeling rejected
The rest of the Circle felt the same as I did
As we was thinking, man,..just about time that we split
Then Akeem that muthafuckin surfing machine
Suggested we visit he town Sale’ to check out the scene
A strange town with a strange name,
a ghetto of a ghetto…in Morocco it’s the same
then a fight broke out down the street
Rocks were thrown, there was the thunder of feet
Clubs were swung, a riot was on
And we was thinking, it’s time to get gone
Packed up our shit, no time for a prayer
Again we headed north we got the fuck out of there
We got the ferry boat back to Spain
It’s was very stormy the sky spilling rain
Passed through Customs, Loreto carried Mud
In my opinion that shit fucking dumb
But with nerves of steel it was ok
There was no bust and we were on our way
All though the night until the next day
Back to Lisboa the town where we stay
Arrived home without escudo or dollar
Just glad to be back
from Somewhere South of Gibraltar;
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOMEWHERE SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
SOUTH OF GIBRALTAR
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Been Four Years
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
Met at your Papa’s showing, back in LA.
He’s a twisted brother, must run in the family.
You were kinda bizarre, yeah-you scared me a little.
You was only eighteen, when life is just a riddle.
But I should have known a good thing,
when it slapped me on the face.
But it didn’t seem to me, the right time or the place.
See you was too young, least that was my alibi.
But I was still mindfucked-up over Stellafly.
But it’s four years later, I been to hell and back.
Thank you for your letters, and thank you for your fax.
Cuz sometimes it’s lonely on this side of the pool.
You says you’re gonna visit ‘fore you go back to school.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
But whadda know? I gotta go on assignment.
And won’t be in Lisboa when your flight gets in.
But we ain’t got much time, cuz this life is short.
So try to change your ticket, meet me in the garden port.
And you did…you landed gently. And you was looking good.
You brought with me your luck, just like a ladybug would.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
The girl I’d known, she’d grown into a woman.
You had yourself together, you knew what you was doing.
No, you never before been to this garden.
No you never heard before of this garden.
But we got along, like the flower and the bee.
No fights, no complaints, not the slightest bit of jealousy
Out on that little garden out in the sea.
I found out who you was. I found out who was me.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
But after two weeks, the trip came to an end.
We went our separate ways. We took our separate planes
Back to Brooklyn. Back to Lisboa.
Separate sides of the Atlantic.
You know I’m gonna miss you.
So let’s not let four more years go by
Together we should learn, together we should fly.
To unknown Edens all around this earth.
See you again was like a second birth.
Been four years. It’s been four years.
Been four years. Since I saw your face.
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FISHDADDY
I had a headache my body felt cold
But I was still kinda young, twenty-six years old
Poisons of all sort flowed through my brain
I never felt sorrow and I rarely felt pain
Why did I always wear a frown
What was it? What was getting me down ?
The problem is I ain’t no city-slicker
I dig street sounds, but I ain’t no quick sticker
I like bashing lips of a different kind
If I don’t get wet soon, I’m gonna loose my mind
I closed up shop, I locked my house up tight.
I headed for the ocean in the middle of the night
First by foot, then a bus and a train
I arrived at a lonely beach that had no name.
I waxed up, then I paddled out alone.
But what I saw next almost turned me to stone
A lovely mermaid with snakes for hair.
I was immobilized by her deep, sultry stare
Every word she said was like a little song
This was no hallucination, my mind wasn’t gone.
She said; Excuse me landman, but I want to make a baby
I said; Let me think about it…maybe
But fifteen seconds later, I said all right
And sixteen seconds later is when I saw the light
She began glowing just like a ball of fire
But where the hell had gone my desire?
I didn’t know whether to worship her..or buck
Was I dead, or was this just good luck
She said; Landman, don’t be nervous don’t be shy
But if you don’t give it to me I will probably die
All right, Your Highness…if it’s a matter of life and death
I’ll give you what you ask, I’ll give you my best
Didn’t know much about being a father to a fish
But she’d more than convinced me to do as she wished
We did it upside right and upside down
Under the water and above ground
After twenty-four hours we finished the deed
The she asked me, Now lanman is there anything that you need
I said You sweet fish you there is only one thing that I would like you to do
Take me with you to your underwater world
Cuz I care about you Miss half-fish/Miss half-girl
She said that Posedon wouldn’t like it much
But that she’d try to talk with him today at lunch
To our surprise, Poseidon didn’t dispute a thing
Just said, a brother Greek to be a future king
Me? A fish king in the ocean blue
That sounded all right I needed a life that was new
We go married the very next week
No more cars for me, no more city streets
I learned to breath water, like I used to breath air
Snakes grew from my head where there used to be hair
In a few short months Manta’s belly grew
And not long after that, she became two.
NOW I’M A FISHDADDY
NEVER EVER THOUGHT I’D BE A FISHDADDY
SO VERY GLAD TO BE A FISHDADDY
FOREVER WANT TO BE A FISHDADDY
Big mermaid, little mermaid both so sweet
I spent my days finding them things to eat
Little fish and lulas* sometimes a worm
Life was even sweeter since Baby Manta was born
But when Baby Manta got a little more bigger
She began to develop a lovely mermaid figure
And soon all of the sharks wanted a piece of her ass
Wanted to slam her in the forest of sea grass
Me and Big Manta, we were worried about our baby
Hoped she’d grow up to be a nice mermaid lady
So we decided to move to the Atlantic
But instead of helping her, Baby Manta became frantic.
The Atlantic shraks were just as bad as the rest
All this temptation was putting our baby to the test
I caught her in a cave with shark, Saltwater Jim
Had his jaws on her nipple and was trying to work his fin in
I bit Jim in his back with my knifelike teeth
He robbed Baby’s innocence, soggy sucker was a thief
Daddy, Baby said, Why did you do what you did?
I’m a big fish now, I’m not no fishkid
BUT WHAT’S A FISHDADDY TO DO?
BUT WHAT’S A FISHDADDY TO DO?
Could someone please tell me,
Cuz I ain’t got a clue
BUT WHAT’S A FISHDADDY TO DO?
BUT WHAT’S A FISHDADDY TO DO?
All right Baby, do what you want but be home by one.
Please be careful don’t have too much fun
Oh daddy, you can count on me
I’ll be a good little mermaid, you’ll see
When I got home, I told Manta your daughter is crazy
She said, She’s yours too…as a father you’re lazy
Soon baby manta started dating Perry
He was the porpoise with a purpose.
He worked part-time at the underwater Red Cross Surplus
Perry and Baby Manta got married the tenth of June
Big Manta sang a beautiful ocean tune
The honeymooned in an old shipwreck
The word Los Angeles was painted on the deck
That brought back many things for me to remember
It’d been eighteen years ago last September
When I first met Manta as a lovely young mermaid
Whose beauty alone had left me in a daze
Out in the ocean, front of that no-name beach
I’d gotten wet that day to get off the street
A damn it I’m so very glad I did
I’m a happy fishdaddy with a wife and fishkid
NOW I’M A FISHDADDY
NEVER EVER THOUGHT I’D BE A FISHDADDY
SO VERY GLAD TO BE A FISHDADDY
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Goodcookies
I met her in a funny unusual way
I was in a strange mood
Or I wouldn’t have tried
To get her number through
A friend of a friend of a friend’s
Spoke on the phone two weeks
Without seeing her face
Then one day she called me up
and said…I’m coming over
She showed up
She looked real nice
Had a package in her hand
And said… This is for you
It was a basket full of cookies
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies
Been together two weeks a long time for me
And my friends ask me, Why?
She makes good cookies
Tall, brown, funny, crazy and pretty.
Sweeter than maple syrup.
She makes good cookies.
Been together two months
A long time for me.
We fight sometimes.
Sometimes we separate.
But we always get together again.
And my friends ask me, WHY?
And I say, She makes good cookies
Two years later, not nearly as sweet
Always nagging about the mud on my feet,
About my drinking or my card game
But she loves me I know
because she bakes me homemades
She makes good cookies
When I least expect it
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies
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RICH GIRL (ketchup love)
I spent the day up in Ericeira
To try to remove my city hysteria
My car broke down in Estoril
I needed gasoline but didn’t have any bills
So I…I took a walk along the road
But no princess here to kiss the toad
I walked up to a great big house
I snuck in the back door quiet as a mouse
And started looking through the drawers for some money
But all I found was the foot of a bunny.
It didn’t bring me no good luck
I couldn’t find a single solitary buck
Then a car pulled up in the driveway
But there was no place for me to hideaway
A beautiful brown girl came through the front door
Just the sight of her made my sweat start to pour
What are you doing here ? She asked a matter-of-fact
I said, I needed a couple of bucks for the drive back
She said, I could call the police but…No
I would rather talk with you before you go
She said, It’s lonely all alone in this great big place
It’s sometimes weeks before I see a single face
She said that her name was Angelia
Hello Angelia, so very nice to meet ya
Would you like a beer? She asked me
Or would you prefer hallucinogenic tea ?
Well…….no tea for me sweet girl
Cuz I think I’m already in another world
Do you like to dance? she asked.
No, not very much…I think I’ll pass
She said, But this is dancing of a different kind
Let me demonstrate, let me change your mind
Then she put on an old soul jam…….
And tried to shake her butt as best as she can
But I was less than impressed by her shaking
She looked like a little rich girl faking
But then she took her clothes off one by one
It was the right place and time to have a little bit of fun
After she was naked she got some ketchup from the kitchen
She put it all over her body then asked me. Guess what’s missing?
I don’t know, What? She said, Just your bean pod
Got out of my clothes faster than a hotrod
Then I took a second to put on a glove
Then we got crazy we made ketchup love
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
Afterward, I licked her body clean
She said I had the sharpest tongue that she had ever seen
Later we decided to go to the store
We bought so many things, they barely fit through the door
We bought more ketchup and syrup, barbeque sauce and cherries
Whipped cream, honey, butter and strawberries
Then she turned on that same old song
And soon she was dancing with a rhythm that was wrong
Shit, I thought, that girl can’t dance at all
But then she took off her clothes and walked down the hall
She jumped on the bed and spread her wings of a dove
And once again I took a second to put on a glove
Then I dove in like she was swimming pool
I stabbed her deep with my loaded tool
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
Well after the whomping she still wanted more
She went into the kitchen to get the things from the store
Then went into the bathroom and threw them in the tub
They called to me, Korvorao…you wanna do something dumb?
Sure I said, and put on that same old song
And soon she was shaking with a rhythm that was wrong
My willy went limp fro-m the sight of her wiggle
I closed my eyes and all I heard was her giggle
Then I dove in to her big bathtub
And started doing things that was dumb
Whomping in a tub full of ketchup, syrup,
barbeque sauce and cherries
Whipped cream, honey, butter and strawberries
She was slimy, she was greasy she was slippery when wet
She was the kinkiest girl that I had ever met
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
It’s a long story but I will make it fast
I never left her house from that day past
We had so much fun with each other
We decided to forever stick together
But first things first, and I took my stance
I sent her to a school to teach her to dance
No more offbeat shaking. No more rich girl faking.
After a few months she learn to groove
She learned to really make her bucket move.
I like to watch her dance with ketchup on her body
She shakes her ass twice and then she’s got me
She asked me so sweetly for my bean pod
I get out of my clothes faster than I hot-*rod
But first I take a second to put on a glove
But then we get crazy we make ketchup love
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
I said..SHE DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE FUCKS LIKE A WHORE
SHE USED TO DANCES LIKE A RICH GIRL,
BUT SHE DOESN’T ANYMORE
(fortunately for me….she still fucks like a whore)
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FLOWERS AND THE COLOR OF PAINT
Drifting across the country
on a pair of tracks.
Don’t know what I’ll find.
Don’t really care.
Cuz…danger isn’t danger
unless you feel fear.
But since you left
don’t feel nothing at all.
Just numb all over,
indifferent to life
I’ll get over you,
I promised me I would.
And start from scratch.
Maybe get happy again.
And laugh a little.
And talk about flowers
and the color of paint
away from what you want
away from what you love
away from what you don’t
away………
but if you show up at my little shack
I’ll be over it and invite you in.
We’ll have tea and laugh.
And we’ll talk about flowers
and the color of paint
away from what you want
away from what you love
away from what from what you don’t
away………
We’ll always be friends.
That what you said.
Wasn’t sure what you meant
Now I finally do.
Sure…you can never have
too many friends.
But love,
now that’s a different story
it’s life’s alarm clock
and without it,
I’d never get up.
Just stay in my bed to rot.
And I’d never laugh.
And I’d never talk about flowers
or the color of paint.
away from what you want
away from what you love
away from what from what you don’t
away………
The adventure is there
for those that don’t fear
to start from scratch,
maybe get happy again.
away from what you know
away from what you love
away from what from what you don’t
away………
But if you plan to visit
my new shack of hope,
bring with you only your laugh,
flower…..and some paint.
away………
STREET LOYALTY
I been poor and brother I have been rich
I’ve sat behind a desk and I’ve dug a ditch
Rode on a skateboard and in a private plane
I’ve been a nobody and I’ve known some fame
I’ve got no loyalty to the street
not a dirt road not Arbor Lane
No matter where I happen to stay
deep inside I’m always feeling the same
I’m at home inside of myself
Either with or without any wealth
Through the years, I have always believed
There’s more to life than money
But sometimes I can also see,
Just cuz a person’s rich don’t mean they got it easy
Don’t be judging ‘less you wanna get judged
Only closed-mind suckers hold a grudge
And I got…..
No loyalty to any street
Not Parker Drive. Not Eighth Street.
Only one place to avoid the commotion.
Safe on a blade, floating around out in the ocean.
I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich
Slept at the Ritz and I slept in a ditch
My finances look like a cardiogram.
My bank account won’t tell you who I am.
Cuz it ain’t no street that made myself me.
Step into my vision and you’ll see.
Live and let live, those words ain’t no joke.
Whether you’re rich or one of the poor folk.
If you’re rich, but you live stressfully,
that don’t say much about your head mentally.
Just calm-out in the zone blue.
Or take a year off and try something new.
Catch a bus and get away.
Go to the eastside find a new place to stay.
No, they won’t like you at first.
For your blood they will probably thirst.
But try to make some peace with your brother.
Everybody on this planet shares a mother.
The mother earth gave us birth.
Not no ‘hood and not no nurse.
Peace to all the classes and the kinds…..
As long as you ain’t got no middleclass mind.
Cuz this kind of mentality
Is a little to much like ‘reality’.
Reality to me..means no imagination
No room for new ideas, new pulses or creations.
NO LOYALTY. NO LOYALTY.
NO LOYALTY.NO LOYALTY.
NO LOYALTY.NO LOYALTY.
I’ve been rich and I’ve been poor.
It’s been up and down since I was about four.
Slept in a garbage can, slept in a big house.
I’ve eaten caviar and I once ate a mouse.
But I didn’t complain when I was down.
My poverty I tried to ignore.
Because you’re only as poor as you feel.
If you’re poor don’t feel that you got a bad deal.
Because there’s people more poor than you don’t fear.
Some people can’t listen because that can’t hear.
If you got a set of speakers don’t bitch and complain.
Cuz music is the food to feed your brain.
I got no loyalty to the street.
Not Eighth Street not Atalaia.
Cuz I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich
Slept at the Ritz and I’ve slept in a ditch.
Rode on a skateboard and in a private plane.
I’ve been nobody and I’ve known a little fame.
But no matter where am at or where I am
I’m always feeling like the very same man.
No loyalty.No loyalty.No loyalty. No loyalty.
No loyalty.No loyalty.No loyalty.No loyalty.
Got hit by a car when I was ten.
But this is now and that was then.
Mommy went broke trying to pay the bills.
Of the ICU down at the hospital.
From then on, we could barely afford to eat.
Now what does that got to do with any street?
Good luck bad luck, the name of the song.
I’ve had more bad luck than King Kong.
But I’ve had a lot of good luck too.
I’ve got a lot of thanks for the ocean blue.
She’s helped me out more than a lot.
Keeping my mind off the have and have-nots.
My loyalty down lie in street in street commotion.
I’ve give my praise to the motion of the ocean.
She kept me out of trouble, she kept me alive.
She kept me off the street away from guns and knives.
When I felt angry, or about to starve.
I dug a rail and began to carve
A liquid piece of the pie.
No longer felt like I wanted to die.
I got no loyalty to the street.
Not a dirt road, not Pasadena Avenue.
Cuz I’ve been poor and I’ve been rich.
I slept at the Ritz and I slept in a ditch.
Slept on a rooftop, slept in the gutter.
Rode in a limousine. And I slept with your mother.
Been invited in. And thrown out of the door.
Out into the rain when it started to pour.
But what does that got to do with the street ?
Cuz it ain’t no street that made myself me.
I got no loyalty to the street.
Not a dirt road, not Curson Ave.
Cuz I’ve been poor I’ve been rich
Slept at the Ritz and slept in a ditch.
Rode on a skateboard and in a private plane.
I’ve been nobody and I’ve known a little fame.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
No loyalty.
