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Business needs to grow
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Things aren't made to last these days, things are made to be replaced.
It is encouraged that you buy it new.
Cause if we don't make a purchase, we're hollow shells that have no purpose.
If you're sad, go buy some shoes. Buy a gadget that you won't use.
This is the path to instant gratification.
Whatever problems you endure, making a purchase is the ultimate cure.
You can buy things with money you don't have, you can sell things that you don't own.
You can spend all your cash and have nothing to show.
Business is the god we praise, and business needs to grow.
They say demand determines the price. Why don't we just inflate it ourselves?
That way we make more cash from what is worth less.
And when it all breaks down we will be safe on the beaches of Hawaii.
They say at least buy locally, but say don't we provide the means to live for all those children that sew our jeans?
So right now let us do a good deed and buy some more stuff that we don't need.
You can buy things with money you don't have, you can sell things that you don't own.
You can spend all your cash and have nothing to show.
Business is the god we praise, and business needs to grow.
Our temple is the mall, so let's go and spend it all. Money puts the world at our fingertips.
Face it, someone has to buy all the stuff they make today.
Spend your whole pay-check on payday, buy something you will soon throw away.
As long as we keep buying we will be okay.
Because the moment we stop buying, we all might as well be dying.
You can buy things with money you don't have, you can sell things that you don't own.
You can spend all your cash and have nothing to show.
Business is the god we praise, and business needs to grow.
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Winston the weavel
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Benny was a bunny and Suzy was a squirrel.
They met one summer evening on an old wooden barrel,
in the shadow of a cactus in the good old state of Texas.
Suzy said: Hi! and Benny said: Hello,
I'd like to take you to dinner. Susi said: make it so.
In the shadow of a cactus in the good old state of Texas.
So Benny produced a nut for them, which they shared with gusto,
then Benny produced an acoustic guitar, said: for you I'm gonna sing this song, because my feelings for you are so strong.
Would you like to sing with me, would you like to dream with me,
would you like to be forever, with me, my name is Benny.
I can never have too much of the love that's in your touch.
But Suzy was slowly shaking her head,
please, please understand is what she said,
she told Benny beneath the cactus that Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas.
Huh? Who's Winston the Weavel, and what is a Weavel?
Winston is my ex boyfriend, he used to be a weasel. There's no hiding beneath the cactus, when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas.
But what happened to him?
He drank radioactive waste and grew really evil,
now he is three stories high and he is a jealous guy:
There no hiding beneath the cactus, when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas.
Solo!
Oh, he is three stories high, will eat you up, skin you alive.
Too bad he's undefeatable, his condition is untreatable.
But we won't hide beneath a cactus, when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas
No, we won't hide beneath a cactus, when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas.
No, we won't hide beneath a cactus, when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas.
Because when Winston the Weavel is coming to Texas, we will be in Arkansas.
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Everyday on the radio the play the same old shit as the day before, they call it hits and the best of today, but they play every song a thousand times a day.
You hear the first note and you know for sure: They've played the same song 10 minutes before.
They've got fifteen songs they play all day long at fifty repetitions for every song. If the songs were good, that might be okay, but the songs suck ass every single day.
They decide what's a hit by playing it, if these hits were drinks we'd be drinking shit.
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
We don't have to listen, that's what you say, just change the station, you'll be okay. But fuck this shit, it's the same again, they treat everyone as if they'd just tuned in.
They play the same shit on endless repetition, commercial radio, I'm gonna you smash you in.
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Another branch of you is morning radio, torturing innocent people with stupid jokes between the same old shit-ass fucking songs, that you will go on playing all day long.
Why can't you play something different and take a risk, cause you're commercial radio: Fuck-ass shit.
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
Commercial radio, you suck monkey balls!
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What makes you a friend?
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What does it mean to have a friend, if it's all based on what has been?
Is it that I like to think of you as a far away absent friend?
It seems that it has been so easy to make a friend back in the day;are years and caution slowly closing the doors that could bring new friends my way?
I seem to feel I have things to hide now. I did not hide nothing back then. Or do I fear making new enemies by trying to make new friends?
What is it that makes you a friend? Is it time together spent?
Is history friendship's foundation, can future bring us friendship's end?
Know that I'll always reject the idea of us being friends no more.
Things around us may be different, things between us will be as before.
I know the past makes us who we are, even though it no more exists.
My whole life lies in one moment, from one moment to the next.
I am my past, present and future. I'm all of it, right now, right here.
And I will see you when I see you and then we'll have a smoke and beer*.
*For rhyming reasons only. No smoking and/or having non-alcoholic beverages also very much possible.
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Love is limited
03:14
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There was a husband, when he came home from work, he found his wife in bed with another man, that was a quite unexpected situation.
What could he do, he went to his garage to grab an axe, chainsaw or similar; don't you know, love is not supposed to go that far.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
There was a woman, when she found out that her boyfriend was having an affair, she used her fingernails to scratch out his eyes.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Love is limited, love, love is limited.
Where, where, where is the free love in this society?
There's no such thing as free love in this society!
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This is the chorus, let's sing some simplistic line,
something like Ooga ooga lalala will do just fine.
It's as easy to remember as rhythm, love and dancing.
Happy people, move your bodies, this party is commencing.
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, this is awesome!
I'm giving you the word, and the word is paw-some.
Yes. I only said it, so this line rhymes,
I'm a slave to the rhythm in these rhythm-less times.
We use the vowels only, not the consonants,
you will understand, don't loose your countenance
before this contest ends. I have the fondest mem's -
and what I mean by that I'm sure you'll understand -
so our bond extends when we start to dance,
and our lives enhance to awesome brilliance.
I bet you've noticed all my rhymes are pretty far advanced;
in these rhythm-less times you have to take a chance.
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, this is awesome!
You wanna know why, then why don't you grow some?
Nothing in particular, you know I like my rhymes,
I'm a slave to the rhythm in these rhythm-less times.
I won't mention cancer, but I'm serious,
you've got to move your feet 'til you're delirious.
See my hand gesture is not imperious,
I know you want this love because you're curious.
There's a god in the beat and he's furious,
'cause he holds the power that's mysterious.
We'd better keep on dancing and don't mind the rhymes,
you've got to move to the rhythm in these rhythm-less times.
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
Ooga ooga lalala, ooga ooga lalala!
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Remember those who came and went, in some way I still love all of them. It makes me sad things had to end, I wish that they would be my friends.
It's such a waste of being close, it hits us where it hurts the most; and love breaks down for all of those wrong reasons that we think we chose.
We wear masks, only reveal half of ourselves, of what we feel; The code of our society is being fake is being real.
They say that friends come and go, life takes us where they can't follow, but what's a friend if we can't show the things that set our hearts aglow.
We don't let in who we hold dear, the ones we love rather stay clear.
We judge by rules written by fear, our perfect world must persevere.
Come a little closer, no need to be afraid.
Come a little closer, and tell me what you need.
No use to hide what defines you, I wont think any less you.
Remember those who came and went, in some way I still love all of them. Remember those who came and went, in some way I still love all of them. We judge by rules written by fear, our perfect world must persevere.
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Do it
04:30
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Johnny is fat. He wants to be thinner.
He wants to score girls, wants to be a winner.
He'd like to work out, he'd like to eat clean,
but there is just no time in his daily routine.
Bob has no cash, he wants to make money.
he wants to live well, and buy roses for honey.
He'd like to save up, he'd like to get a job,
but he likes to sleep in and then have a smoke.
If you're happy with the state your life is in then stop complaining.
It just takes one to make the change - now get your ass off the couch and do it.
The environment, that is Susan's passion.
It must be protected against all aggression.
Over coffee Susan bitches, Susan moans and Susan nags,
but Susan comes back from shopping with all these plastic bags.
If you really care as much as you say you do, stop complaining.
It just takes one to make the change - now get your ass off the couch and do it.
SOLO
Stephen Harper is an alien. He cuts back funding for the arts.
He screws with social services, he has a green ball of slime for a heart.
If you really care as much as you say you do, stop complaining.
It just takes one to make the change - now get your ass off the couch and do it.
If you're happy with the state this world is in then stop complaining.
It just takes one to make the change - now get your ass off the couch and do it.
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Power glaze
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The other day I made a cake, so my baby would be amazed about my mad baking skills (rad), strawberry cake topped up with glaze.
So I took sugar, oil and flour, mixed it with electric power, baked the dough 'til it was ready, piled on top my fresh strawberry.
So far, so good. And now the glaze, the package told me the right ways: In a bowl blend two cups of sugar, wait - two cups?
I halved the sugar, made the mixture, it turned red like a light fixture, I poured it all over the fruit, I let it cool, it looked so good! (a bit unnatural).
I showed the cake then to my wife, she said thank you and had a bite, that's when I noticed in the sink, my bowl and whisk had both turned pink!
They'd taken on the glaze's red, as had the counter I noticed, I hoped for temporary discoloration, when I heard sounds of transformation.
It was radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze.
I did not know what it would do, until it turned my wife into a giant monster Kraken, a giant monster Kraken.
My wife, who'd been so beautiful, was now a blob with tentacle, she'd been so loving, good at heart, now she wants to tear me apart (quite physically).
Is this the revenge of the glaze, for using only half the sugar, the monster blob is stuffing his face, eats table toaster and slow cooker.
It was radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze.
I did not know what it would do, until it turned my wife into a giant monster Kraken, a giant monster Kraken.
Seriously, what is it with these ingredient lists? What is all this unpronouncable shit I am eating? How can it be that glaze stains all my stuff, so I need fucking Javex to clean it off? I don't even want to know what my insides look like after eating this crap. I've got to phone home to have Mama send me the real thing! Where has this world come to when you can't even trust the fucking glaze no more?
It was radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze, radioactive power glaze.
I did not know what it would do, until it turned my wife into a giant monster Kraken, a giant monster Kraken.
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Skippy
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When Skippy was born in this society, everybody thought he could be free, Skippy. When Skippy was born, oh, he did not know: blinders were already coming on, Skippy. When Skippy was a kid he went to Sunday school, they taught him right and wrong and the moral rules, Skippy.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Skippy.
In his heart Skippy felt there was something missing, something more, something he was wishing for, but he couldn't put his finger on it, it was right there, but he couldn't see it, Skippy.
Blinded by society, just a small cog in the machine.
They taught him what's good and bad in this world, how to act like a man and how to act like a girl, Skippy. From the movie show and from the radio he learnt who to hate and who to love, Skippy.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Skippy.
In his heart Skippy felt there was something missing, something more, something he was wishing for, but he couldn't put his finger on it, it was right there, but he couldn't see it, Skippy.
Blinded by society, just a small cog in the machine.
He knew all that but he didn't act on it, he knew all that, did not dare to do it. Or did he not quite believe it, was he afraid of consequences? After all, he was a part of it.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Skippy.
Skippy felt he didn't fit in this world, all he ever wanted was to be himself, Skippy.
Oh, oh, oh oh, Skippy.
In his heart Skippy felt there was something missing, something more, something he was wishing for, but he couldn't put his finger on it, it was right there, but he couldn't see it, Skippy.
Blinded by society, just a small cog in the machine.
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Brato Useba Nova Scotia
I like to write songs. I record them.
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