Saturday, February 22, 2025

Push It by Salt 'n Pepa

 Ah, push it

Ah, push it
Ooh, baby, baby, baby, babyOoh, baby, baby, ba-baby, babyGet up on this
Ah, push itAh, push itAh, push itGet up on thisAh, push itGet up on thisOw! Baby!
Salt-N-Pepa's hereSalt, Salt-Salt, Salt-N-Pepa's hereSalt-Salt-Salt-Salt, Salt-n-Pepa's hereSalt-n-Pepa, Salt-n-Pepa, Salt-n-Pepa's hereSalt-Salt-Salt, Salt-n-Pepa's here
Now, now, now, wait a minute y'allThis dance ain't for everybodyOnly the sexy peopleSo all you fly mother's, get on out there and danceDance, I said
Salt-n-Pepa's here, and we're in effectWant you to push it backCooling by day, then at night, working up a sweatC'mon girls, let's go show the guys that we knowHow to become number one in a hot party showNow push it
push it good(Ah, push it) push it real good(Ah, push it) push it good(Ah, push it) p-push it real good
Ow!Push it goodOoh, baby, baby, baby, babyOoh, baby, baby, ba-baby, baby
Push it goodPush it real goodAh, push it
Ah, push it
Yo, yo, yo, yo, baby-popYeah, you! Come here, gimme a kissBetter make it fast or else I'm gonna get pissedCan't you hear the music pumping hard? Like I wish you wouldNow push it
Push it goodPush it real goodPush it goodP-push it real goodAh, push it
Get up on this(Uh) get up on this(Uh, uh) get up on this(Ha) get up on this(Hit it)
Boy, you really got me goingYou got me soI don't know what I'm doingAh, push itAh, push it
Boy, you really got me goingYou got me soI don't know what I'm doingAh, push itAh, push it
AhAh, push itPush-push-push-push it, push itPush itPush, push, push, push it, push itPush it, push itPush it, push it, pushitPush it, push itPush it, push it, push it

Tuesday, February 18, 2025

In 1492 by Mr. Mike

 

In fourteen hundred ninety-two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.

He had three ships and left from Spain;
He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.

He sailed by night; he sailed by day;
He used the stars to find his way.

A compass also helped him know
How to find the way to go.

Ninety sailors were on board;
Some men worked while others snored.

Then the workers went to sleep;
And others watched the ocean deep.

Day after day they looked for land;
They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.

October 12 their dream came true,
You never saw a happier crew!

"Indians!  Indians!"  Columbus cried;
His heart was filled with joyful pride.

But "India" the land was not;
It was the Bahamas, and it was hot.

The Arakawa natives were very nice;
They gave the sailors food and spice.

Columbus sailed on to find some gold
To bring back home, as he'd been told.

He made the trip again and again,
Trading gold to bring to Spain.

The first American?  No, not quite.
But Columbus was brave, and he was bright.

WELL... THEY LEFT OUT THE PART OF ALL THE MURDER PLUNDER AND ANNIHilATIONS OF THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED THERE... BUT I SUPPOSE IT MAKES A GOOD STORY...



Wednesday, January 01, 2025

Redemption Song by Bob Marley

 Old pirates, yes, they rob I

Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Whoa! Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-ah can-ah stop-ah the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
All I ever have
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom

Sunday, November 17, 2024

Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds

 Little boxes on the hillside

Little boxes made of ticky tackyLittle boxes on the hillsideLittle boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink oneAnd a blue one and a yellow oneAnd they're all made out of ticky tackyAnd they all look just the same
And the people in the housesAll went to the universityWhere they were put in boxesAnd they came out all the same
And there's doctors and lawyersAnd business executivesAnd they're all made out of ticky tackyAnd they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf courseAnd drink their martinis dryAnd they all have pretty childrenAnd the children go to school
And the children go to summer campAnd then to the universityWhere they are put in boxesAnd they come out all the same
And the boys go into businessAnd marry and raise a familyIn boxes made of ticky tackyAnd they all look just the same
There's a pink one and a green oneAnd a blue one and a yellow oneAnd they're all made out of ticky tackyAnd they all look just the same

Wednesday, November 13, 2024

No Children by The Mountain Goats

 I hope that our few remaining friends

Give up on trying to save usI hope we come up with a fail-safe plotTo piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mendedFall down beneath their own weightAnd I hope we hang on past the last exitI hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from hereSomeday burns downAnd I hope the rising black smoke carries me far awayAnd I never come back to this town again
In my life, I hope I lieAnd tell everyone you were a good wifeAnd I hope you dieI hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrowI hope it bleeds all day longOur friends say it's darkest before the sun risesWe're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark foreverI hope the worst isn't overAnd I hope you blink before I doI hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the lineYou can't find one good thing to sayAnd I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk outYou'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowningThere is no sign of landYou are coming down with meHand in unlovable handAnd I hope you dieI hope we both die

Friday, October 18, 2024

Pink Houses by John Cougar Mellencamp

 There's a black man with a black cat

Livin' in a black neighborhoodHe's got an interstate runnin' through his front yardYou know he thinks he's got it so goodAnd there's a woman in the kitchenCleanin' up the evenin' slopAnd he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meOoh yeah, for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirtListenin' to a rockin' rollin' stationHe's got greasy hair, greasy smileHe says, "Lord, this must be my destination"'Cause they told me when I was youngerSaid, "Boy, you're gonna be president"But just like everything else those old crazy dreamsJust kinda came and went
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and meAh, yeah, baby, for you and me
Well, there's people and more peopleWhat do they know, know, know?Go to work in some high riseAnd vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh, yeahAnd there's winners and there's losersBut they ain't no big deal'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the billsThe pills that kill
Ah, but ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Home of the free, yeahLittle pink houses for you and me, oohOoh yeah
Ain't that America for you and me?Ain't that America? Hey, somethin' to see, babyAin't that America? Oh, the home of the freeOoh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahLittle pink houses, baby, for you and me
Ooh yeahOoh yeah

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Africa by Toto

 Hear the drums echoing tonight

But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversationShe's comin' in, 12:30 flightHer moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the wayHopin' to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodiesHe turned to me as if to say"Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you"
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
The wild dogs cry out in the nightAs they grow restless longing for some solitary companyI know that I must do what's rightSure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the SerengetiI seek to cure what's deep insideFrightened of this thing that I've become
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaGonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo
Hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you
It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from youThere's nothin' that a hundred men or more could ever doI bless the rains down in AfricaI bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)
I bless the rains down in Africa (I bless the rains)I bless the rains down in AfricaI bless the rains down in Africa (ooh, I'm gonna take the time)Gonna take some time to do the things we never had, ooh-hoo