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IFO by (hed) pe
Somewhere, somehow, somewhen
We'll see it happen again, my friend
A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47
Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico
But now you can't fool us
Now you can't lie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us trust you
How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon
How long did you think you could trick us with lies?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't hide that face or those big black eyes
So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?
Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception
Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it
The message loud & clear
You think we fear it
Reverse it
Me & mine we will embrace it
So face it
I got the 411
I got the CNN
We on-line
TV & me we kin
My click is the mandelbrot set
My crops lie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt
Circle perfect, bring the revelation
Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin'
This ain't no J.F.K.
Check the I.F.O.-out the box
Fresh like sightings on FOX
Documenting the coming of the chariots
Gods in the making, no more jiving
No more fakin' the real
How long did you think you could trick us with lies
Tricks are for punks
Can't hide the face or those deep black eyes
How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies?
Take me to your leader
He don't even know you
We the niggaz of earth
Got to show you
The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans
What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man
Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids
Check Stonehenge
Go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come
I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership lands on your cynical ass
Maybe then you will believe & concede
That you can't hide the sun
Can't hide the moon
Can't keep some secrets so big
Yes, the truth must transcend
And when it does, my friend I will be chillin' by the TV
Rockin' with CNN
Yeah, my bong in hand
Surrounded by friends
When the world as we know it will end
Venus In Furs by the Velvet Underground
shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
downy sins of streetlight fancies
chase the costumes she shall wear
ermine furs adorn the imperious
severin, severin awaits you there
i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears
kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
shiny leather in the dark
tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
severin, severin, speak so slightly
severin, down on your bended knee
taste the whip, in love not given lightly
taste the whip, now plead for me
i am tired, i am weary
i could sleep for a thousand years
a thousand dreams that would awake me
different colors made of tears
shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
I guess i never realized that Les Paul literally invented the solid-body electric guitar:
A tinkerer and musician since childhood, he experimented with guitar amplification for years before coming up in 1941 with what he called "The Log," a four-by-four piece of wood strung with steel strings.
"I went into a nightclub and played it. Of course, everybody had me labeled as a nut." He later put the wooden wings onto the body to give it a traditional guitar shape.
Update: Reading more about this, it seems Leo Fender and Adolph Rickenbacher also independently came up with their own solid body inventions, so it's not quite as linear as i first thought.
U Got the Look by Prince
Here we are folks
The dream we all dream off
Boy versus girl in the world series of love
Tell me, have u got the look?
U walked in, I woke up
I never seen a pretty girl
Look so tough, baby
U got that look
Color u peach and black
Color me takin aback
Crucial, I think I wantcha
Youve got the look, youve got the hook
U shonuf do be cookin in my book
Your face is jammin
Your bodys heck-a-slammin
If love is good, lets get 2 rammin
U got the look, u got the look
Look here
U got the look (u got the look)
U musta took (u musta took)
A whole hour just 2 make up your face, baby
Closin time, ugly lights, everybodys inspected (everybodys inspected)
But u are a natural beauty unaffected (unaffected)
Did I say an hour?
My face is red, I stand corrected (I stand corrected)
Youve got the look, youve got the hook
U shonuf do be cookin in my book
Your face is jammin
Your bodys heck-a-slammin
If love is good, lets get 2 rammin
U got the look, u got the look
(theres no girl to do)
Well here we are, ladies and gentlemen
The dream we all dream of (oh, please!)
Boy versus girl in the world series of love
Slammin
U walked in (I walked in)
I woke up (u woke up)
I never seen a pretty girl look so tough baby (baby)
U got that look, yes u do (yes u do)
Color u peach and black
Color me takin aback, baby
Crucial, I think I wantcha
Youve got the look, youve got the hook
U shonuf do be cookin in my book
Your face is jammin
Your bodys heck-a-slammin
If your love is good, lets get 2 rammin (now)
U got the look, u got the look
Here we are folks
The dream we all dream of
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
You got the look
Mr. Jackhammer Man by Michelle Maldow & the Smoots
Well my kitchen floor is warm
And i aint' got no heated floorboards
I hear the pipes a'flowing
But the water ain't headin' sink-wards
We've been eatin' nothin' but take-out
But our kitchen's almost done
Just in time for us
To build another one
Mr. Jackhammer Man!
Wake the neighbor's baby!
Mr. Jackhammer Man!
Smash our new tiles and cabinets, maybe!
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