Pearl Jam - Corduroy - The waiting drove me mad, You’re finally here and I’m a mess, I take your entrance back…
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My mother is doing fine. My father is also doing fine. However, their actions might appear a tad odd. Capitulate. Yield, however, refrain from offering yourself free of charge.
Surrender, by Cheap Trick
Your Mommy’s all right
Your Daddy’s all right
They just seem a little weird
Surrender
Surrender
But don’t give yourself away
Hey, heeeeeey
My accounts are unpaid, and the child needs footwear, but I’m destitute
Textile prices have lowered, and I’m destitute
My bovine won’t lactate anymore, and my farm fowl produces nothing
A large pile of invoices keeps growing daily
And the local government is about to seize all my assets, because I’m destitute.
Your trivial utterances and actions inspire my wish to remain in your presence. Continue babbling incoherently- the sentiment is deranged and I am not unaware that it causes me to backpedal on those occasions that you declare amorous intentions for myself. Continue babbling incoherently.
Busted-- Ray Charles
Greetings. I notice that you’ve made the acquaintance of my trusted assistant. If he seems a bit depressed, it’s because he mistook your arrival for that of his drug connection.
Lunar estuary, with a breadth of more than 1,760 yards: on an undetermined date, I shall elegantly transnavigate thee. Architect of fantasies and destroyer of cardiac tissue, my destination is yours. A pair of itinerants ogling Earth, a planet whose sheer scale makes viewing difficult. We pursue identical terminal points of an arc-de-ciel, biding time by a curve, shrub-fruit companion.
Moon River, which I can’t type out because I don’t know the words aside from “Moooooooooooon river”.
Beyond the confines of your residence is a land dominated by terror and physical suffering. A land where there is naught to drink but one’s own ocular secretions, and the sonorous tones that peal out from above are instead unholy klaxons prophecizing death. Thank the Lord, my friend, that it is the residents of that place that suffer that fate rather than you and yours.
No one took it: Pleasant Nightmare by Alih Jey; theme song of Suburgatory.
Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waitin’ 'round the bend
My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me
Do They Know it’s Christmas - Band Aid, I think? One of Bob Geldof’s humanitarian projects.
Although we were raised in different locations, we had lower class status in common. Our neighborhoods were each less than clean and callous to the plight of those who lived there, but we had similar aspirations as well as backgrounds. I sacrificed my own goals to help with yours. Now that you’ve attained it, I’m aghast at the lack of regard you have for the role I played in getting you there.
“Romeo and Juliet” by Dire Straits?
You display to myself and my companions all in your possession. You engage in rhythmic body movements, leading to temperature escalation in this chamber. We are are rendered fierce by your actions, and insanity shall by induced in you by ours. Continually, you express loudly the desire to oscillate until dawn and engage in daily festivities.
You show us everything you’ve got. You keep on dancin’ and the room gets hot. You drive us wild, we’ll drive you crazy
Person from which I was born, recently I have taken the life of another.
Against the cranium of said individual, I positioned a projectile spewing device, activated said device utilizing it’s lever mechanism, and currently, the individual is no longer amongst the living.
Mama, just killed a man…
Bohemian Rhapsody, by Queen
At my present location, in these parcels of land set aside for agriculture,
My sustenance is achieved via the sweat of my brow,
My wages are earned, both literally and figuratively, via the use of the intranversarii, multifidus spinae, and similar muscles.
Baba O’Reilly-- The Who
If you lack circulating medium, he will provide it. If you are without a vehicle he will obtain one for you. If you feel bad about yourself to the point you feel like a bug, fear not for he’s arriving through the bad part of town. Wherever he plants his feet he blocks out the sun, with wads of cash in his crimson appendage.
You haven’t got no money?
He’ll get you some
If you haven’t got no car,
He’ll get you one
You’ve got no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don’t you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghetto and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand (covered by Arctic Monkeys)
Since Achren forgot to contribute a new song, i’ll do it for him.
I intend to produce quite a hue and furor, for I have been charged with doing hard labor the entirety of my sabattical from school for the purpose of being paid an amount of cash so small as to be insignificant. Indeed, I cannot even visit the one I love, for my employer is constantly demanding that I remain on the clock in excess of my scheduled hours.
Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran
Holy sibling, the hour has arrived.
Also, you are cognizant of the fact that you are alone in giving your approval.
Sister Christian the time has come. And you know that you’re the only one.
(I feel stupid for knowing that one).
Proceeding along the motorway, inhaling the fumes of ignited, robust, illegal flora, ingesting small quantities of a distilled liquid flavored with juniper berries that is mixed with a beverage obtain from fruits,
Assumed the supine position. 