Tuesday, January 25, 2005
(5:30 PM) | Anonymous:
Desperation, Loss, The Making Up of a Mind...
It's happened. Triple team action hotter than when the Freebirds took on Demolition. If they ever took each other on. Those were the only 3-person tag teams I could think of off hand.Anyway, the ever-rapping MC Mirrors & Tinsel, the beat making DJ Daterape, and you the audience - have created a new song.
You might enjoy it, you might not - I need to go eat my Chef's Ceaser Salad from Jason's Deli.
MC M+T had a sore throat the entire time that we recorded this track, so take pity on him. The vocals will, perhaps, be re-recorded for our forthcoming longplaya, Insincere Laughter.
Also - my mic is still of the 5 dollar variety, but now it is broken in two places from where I stepped on it. It was supported by a role of toilet paper.
Here is the song, it is called "Desperation, Loss, THe Making Up Of A Mind".
By the way - this is a true story. Though the names have been changed to protect the raped.
In addition, here are the lyrics, in case I am milky mouthed at any part.
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The night had left me brittle and cold
every hand that was dealt I was forced to fold
until you were there with your ted nugent hair -
I took the physical challenge over a double dare-
I shot darting glances all over the room,
Knowledge comes from the senses, so said David Hume,
You smelled slightly like tennis balls fresh from the can
and had the body of a burnt sienna crayon
You said you had nowhere to go
Your teeth were the color of a crow
I started to form the word no
But you had a sad look in your eye
as if I'd be another jerk of a guy
you'd have to stab in the chest or the thigh
girl was lookin crazy, what do you know
she asked me what color my blood would show
turns out she was a nurse with a hypodermic
it wasn't much longer that I was euthermic
Quick on the draw, she drove the needle to my bone
filled me right up with gamma butyrolactone
there weren't birdies or stars, just a fading view
of those two pockmarked lips mouthing I love you!
You said I have nowhere to go
I'd find the ropes to be a powerful foe
so it just wouldn't do to make a show
I felt vaseline on my every nook
and flashbacks that couldn't be shook
of the innocence that you had took
I cried like a baby man
she took everything from me, and left me with a bedpan
she left for work round about fiver
while she was with the cancer kids, I made like MacGuyver.
I wandered to the gas station, naked to my pooter
asked the clerk, found out I was in hogshooter
200 miles southwest of my locale
I rode the bus back, dressed in just a Jetsons beach towel
The cops told me where I could go
They said, "I wouldn't tell anyone, bro
It'd just make you look like a man-ho"
And the sad thing is that they were right
there was no use in trying to fight
she got my best friend the very next night.
Just remember the next place you go
If a woman's face looks just like her toe
she will only bring you to woe
Some nurses are more desperate than me
and that's not a good place to be
when the narcotics room gives you a key
