Digital perm

I stare up into the dark granite face of the cop. I want to be— In that little formica nook, Ladies at the steamtable, men from the scrapyard, Curling wisps from cornbread and collards, The soul of home, of souls forced west. In a fog of stolen tears and drugs, he Smiles at the lunchroom, Shouts into that pale, fluorescent tomb, And sits with his stoned, white, shit-headed pack.

Yeah, they were! By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. The lunchroom simmers just above silence, Every face buried in the school paper, which we seldom read. Other examples include: And the rowdy counsel of laughing black boys Clap and shout: He said, "Son, you aren't any better than anybody else. Clean and Mr. Between a face and a portrait, the real and the abstract, between madness and lucidity, between a uniform and nudity Between the end of the world and the end of the month, between the truth and the English rock, between the others and you I feel like a foreigner, passenger of some train, that doesn't go around here, that is nothing but illusion.

It seems a lot of Aqua songs take after this trope; and if not this, then there is definitely some Simlish being sung.

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Sweet dreams are made of peas. Accelerate, accumulate, Looked for you downtown. It's so lame Out past the city wall, each little kingdom Fills its stucco citadel with tow-headed children As we file quietly, hush now, into the long dark pews. She came from the Cocos Islands With a limp and a snow-shaker huh Hocked by a fine Arabian Ginger Monsignor He said you ain'ts gets nothing Cause nothin' gets made by Koreans He had dubbin in his hair And he played the tamborine.

The '40s swing tune: Not to be confused with Listeners Are Geniuses , where lyrics are loaded with literary, mythological, or pop-cultural references that are confusing only to non-geniuses. Then again, Latin is a dead language so it's not like the majority of people would know any better anyway.

Lo cala malangalande A babaia cola via hananda zaeaa O momo gooido veidi memi zon Ton no masteka jon donge. Salagadoola mechicka boola Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put them together and what have you got Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola mechicka boola Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo It'll do magic, believe it or not Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Yes, salagadoola means Mechicka booleroo But the thing mabob that does the job Is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Salagadoola menchicka boola Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo Put them together and what have you got?

Tear down the city walls!

Word Salad Lyrics

You, you get a chewed-up pen. Shiv sister to the quickness before it blisters into the newmorning milk blanket. They teach you suffer to resist Too much intention, Presbyterian Mint julep testosterone Tell me that you want me Tell me that you want me.

The national TV crews had descended On the press conferences and vigils, The food-court pundits at the mall. It's disgusting. Mairsey Dotes. Naturally they immediately denounce him as a fraud, but when his idiot friend Bill tries it they hail Bill as a fellow genius.

You should have seem me with the poker man I had a honey and I bet a grand Just in the nick of time I looked at his hand I was talking to an Eskimo Said he was hoping for a fall of snow When up popped a sea lion ready to go.

Youth Detention — Lee Bains III & The Glory Fires

You might could sell them a book, Set in the boutiques of some blanched borough, In the sterile, phantom code of the mobile, modern, Skinny, shiny, and guilt-free. Billy spoke out; you called a meeting! Grieves Pray for a man in the middle One that talks like Doolittle.

And she's a melting pot of friendship!