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"Asking Me Lies" by The Replacements

Summoned through a keyhole
In a lunchbox for three
Take me to your followers
And the swingset police
You can't see the weather
You've got to pull the blinds
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
Well the rich are gettin' richer
And the poor are gettin' drunk
In a black and white picture
There's a lot of grey bunk
Man, you're hittin' them books
And hittin' their streets
Won't be hard to find
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
Happy birthday
Whosever birthday it is today
Born yesterday
It's a wonder you're still alive
And they're tellin' you questions
And they're askin' me lies
Little Boy Zoo
An' the rock with his helpful friends
Butterfly train
Never ends, never ends
At a Mexican Bar Mitzvah
For seven hundred years
The selfish pray
You're gonna drive right by/live live
Tellin' me lies
And they're askin' me lies
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
Happy birthday
Whosever birthday it is today
All the sex spit in it
Gone down on this fight
Tellin' you questions
Askin' me lies
They're telling you questions
And they're asking me lies
Telling you questions
And they're asking me lies
Askin' me lies
Lies
Lies...
 
Run The Jewels - Walking In The Snow

[Verse 1: El-P & Gangsta Boo]
Get a dose of dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow
I got wire or two unlodgin', I'll set a fire down below
I'll hang it up when you say, "Sorry, I didn't know"
Prolly got a year or ten to go, so let's go
I don't really know how to go slow
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker's cold (Ayy)
You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it's a no go
This whole world's a shit moat, filled to the brim like Gitmo
When you think it don't get mo' low it limbo 'til the sticks on flo'
All oppression's born of lies, I don't make the rules, I’m just one guy
All due respect, if getting spit on's how respect is now defined
Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there's a line
It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that's their design
Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group
So when that cage is done with them and you're still poor, it come for you
The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used
You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (Oops)
Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent
Kids in prisons ain't a sin? Shit
If even one scrap a what Jesus taught connected, you'd feel different
What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don't get it
I'd say you lost your goddamn minds if y'all possessed one to begin with

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold)

[Break: Gangsta Boo]
Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels
We back on our shit, and it's cold as fuck

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
The way I see it, you're probably freest from the ages one to four
Around the age of five you're shipped away for your body to be stored
They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores
And they predictin' prison population by who scoring the lowest
And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me
And every day on evening news they feed you fear for free
And you so numb you watch the cops choke out a man like me
And 'til my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, "I can't breathe"
And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV
The most you give's a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy
But truly the travesty, you've been robbed of your empathy
Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically
Fast forward the future so then you can face it
And see how fucked up it'll be
I promise I'm honest, they coming for you
The day after they comin' for me
I'm readin' Chomsky, I read Bukowski
I'm layin' low for a week
I said somethin' on behalf of my people
And I popped up in Wikileaks
Thank God that I'm covered, the devil can smother
And you know the evil don't sleep
Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave
All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves
Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state

[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
Just got done walkin' in the snow
Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (Cold, cold)

[Verse 3: Killer Mike & El-P]
Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners?
Go hellfire hot in a new sauna
It's a cold winter, baby, and a cruel summer
I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer
And emerge out the side, not a bruise on 'em
Bad news come in two, son, do somethin'
Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on 'em
Got a stroke row crew on 'em, move on 'em
We be the heroes, the breakers of chains, and the busters of locks (Locks, locks)
You be them suckers supportin' them snitches that talk to the cops
This the Illmatic of turning your face into fucker foie gras
I'm not so sure opportunities knocking, it's prolly the law
Word to the old school tape decks
I get Radio Raheem respect
My Nike pendant sacred, similar to the Ghostface bracelet
Fire in the hole, oh, no joke
Prolly go broke just off smoke
Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke?
Get a job, play the role, be adults?
Nah, I'ma do me, arigato

[Outro: Gangsta Boo]
First of all, they cheated (Uh-huh)
'Cause if one of them black and the other one white (Uh-huh)
So if you don't like 'em, you automatically racist (Ah, oh, well)
 
"You inherit the sins, you inherit the flames."
Bruce Springsteen - Adam Raised A Cain

This is the opening quote before the first page of "Hard Revolution" by George Pelecanos. Pelecanos peppers his books with a lot of musical references, and pop culture references in general, from movies to cars to sports, to everything. But music rules the reference game for him.

Re-reading this is going to be fun.
 
"Shuffle Off To Buffalo"
Al Dubin & Harry Warren

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I :heart::heart::heart: The Boswell Sisters. This song from “42nd Street” was a big hit in their amped up, scat version. I planned to post the mildly suggestive lyrics here but was shocked, shocked :eek: to find the uncensored version. Warner Brothers made some really racy films before the Production Code tamed down everyone from Ruby Keeler to Betty Boop. This Busby Berkeley musical was cutting edge for its day.

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Now that we have had the rice and flowers,
The knot is tied;
I can visu'lize such happy hours,
Right by your side.
The honeymoon in store
Is one that you'll adore,
I'm gonna take you for a ride.

I'll go home and get my panties,
You go home and get your scanties,
And away we'll go.
Mm mm mm...
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

To Niag'ra in a sleeper,
There's no honeymoon that's cheaper,
And the train goes slow.
Ooh ooh ooh!
Off, we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

Someday, the stork may pay a visit
And leave a little souvenir.
Just a little cute "what is it,"
But we'll discuss that later, dear.

For a little silver quarter,
We can have the Pullman porter
Turn the lights down low.
Ooh ooh ooh!
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

You'll go home and get your purses,
I'll go get my niece and nurses,
And away we'll go.
Mm mm mm...
Off we're gonna shuffle,
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

(Dance routine)

Matrimony is baloney
She'll be wanting alimony
In a year or so
Still they go and shuffle
Shuffle Off to Buffalo

When she knows as much as we know
She'll be on her way to Reno
While he still has dough
She'll give him the Shuffle
When they're back from Buffalo

I’ll bet that she’s the farmer’s daughter
And he’s that well-known traveling man
He won’t stop now at the farm house
That’s how the whole affair began

He did right by little Nellie
With a shotgun in his belly
How could he say No
He just had to Shuffle
Shuffle off to Buffalo.

(More dance with chorus singing and orchestra)
(Ends with Ruby taking off her shoes behind the curtain; porter falling asleep)
 
Yo baby, you wanna come to my crib?
Have some donuts and milk?"
- LL Cool J "I Can Give You More

You think this lyric indicates the expectation that the date will be there overnight for breakfast the next day
Or is this a delicious and affordable date idea that I had not considered when I was younger. I'm not ruling out 8 pm donuts and milk


Donuts and milk also come up in LL Cool J's "I want you" but not sure it really supports one or the other
"Come and visit my sister she's in the livin' room
Eat doughnuts and milk, listen to a pop tune"


For the Love of Donuts
 
Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changin' the minds of pretenders
While chasin' the clouds away
Our hearts were ringin'
in the key that our souls were singin'
As we danced in the night,
remember
How the stars stole the night away, oh yeah
BA-DI-YA!
 
"Ok, ah, we're back again and you are listening to WBAI New York and this program is labry. My name is Habda Sellahse and we are speaking with Baba, or maybe Ras Babo..."
"Could we get some music? Hallo?
"Go ahead, man!"
"Yeah, I'd just to say let's have some music now, huh?"
"Ok, ok...thank you"
"You're right!"
 
Nickyboy said:
"Ok, ah, we're back again and you are listening to WBAI New York and this program is labry. My name is Habda Sellahse and we are speaking with Baba, or maybe Ras Babo..."
"Could we get some music? Hallo?
"Go ahead, man!"
"Yeah, I'd just to say let's have some music now, huh?"
"Ok, ok...thank you"
"You're right!"
Click to expand...

That time Joe Strummer called into a radio station...
 
"A" is for "Apple"
"B" is for "Balloons"
"C" is for "Crayons"
"D" is for "Drum"
Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell
One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew
Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
I liked me so much I had to buy the company
Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks
Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized
Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized
Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head
Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead
I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity
Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son of Iggy? False Bigger nose than Ziggy? True
Yes my name is Jimmy Pop no my pop's name is Dick
Don't admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic
Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes
Don't want the whole story? Should have bought the Cliff Notes
Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class
One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriend's ass
Written on written off scoff callin' me a joke
I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do "Enjoy Coke!"
I struck gold but never took it for granite that's how I planned it so can it
Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
Great White Dope
Great White Dope
Great White Dope
Great White Dope
 
Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you too
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone
Well I strangled the cord
Ripped it off of the phone
And I saw the bone
And I saw the twinkling lights
It must have been rats [?]
'Cause it sure was a drone
It sure was a drag
Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone
And I strangled
And I ripped the cord
And I saw the bone
And I heard these tweetin' things
N twinkling lights
N there was nobody home
Where are all those nerve endings coming out of the bone?
Telephone
Telephone
Well I ripped the cord right out of the phone
And I saw the bone
There the gleaming white bone
Telephone
Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone
And I can't get away
And I can't get away
It's like a grey adder at the end of the hall
It's like a plastic horned devil
 
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