Livestream This: MoMA PS1 Warm Up

Thanks to Ms. Rona, we’re all trapped at home with nothing to do. Even Netflix is getting boring! But never fear. While they’re technically out of work, our favorite entertainers are still out here bravely making virtual content in a scary new world. Going to the club or the theater is out of the question right now (self isolate! Ariana Grande says so) but here’s PAPER’s ongoing guide to the latest livestreams — featuring comedians, actors, musicians and more.

Who? MoMA PS1 is reviving their long-standing summer party series, Warm Up, to close out the summer with one last big bash. Boasting a lineup that draws on a wide cross-section of New York’s vibrant underground music community, the stream will feature sets from Eartheater, Papi Juice, AceMoMA, J.I., Sie7etr3, Stonie Blue, St. James Joy, Sazón Department, KeiyaA, Barbie Bertisch, Analog Soul and Disco Tehran.

When? The stream will be broadcast via Boiler Room from 12 PM – 8 PM EDT on September 5th, as well as several outdoor venues across Brooklyn and Queens.

Why Watch? A staple of New York’s summer party calendar, the long running Warm Up series’ absence this year due to the pandemic has been sorely missed. A perennial barometer for the coolest and most exciting acts on the rise with past past lineups having featured Cardi B at the height of “Bodak Yellow” summer, a pre-Cuz I Love You Lizzo, a surprise Skrillex alongside sets from artists like SOPHIE, Jacques Greene, DISCWOMAN and Amnesia Scanner to name a few.

And while you won’t be able to pack into PS1’s gravel-filled courtyard, Warm Up has partnered up with a variety of outdoor venues such as Elsewhere, The Rockaway Hotel, Queens Botanical Garden, 99 Scott, Cafe Erzullie, Public Records and more to provide an opportunity to safely get out of the house and support local businesses. MoMA PS1 and Red Bull will also be raising money for the NYC Nightlife Untied emergency relief fund throughout the stream with special up-cycled t-shirts designed by Willie Norris.

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Bill Murray as a Cute Cowgirl Is the Only Thing We Care About Today



Jimmy Kimmel Live
has been in Austin all week for SXSW and last night guest Bill Murray made a Texas-sized entrance, complete with a mariachi band and a horse. Murray also did his entire appearance in a dress and cute boots and, as someone who grew up in the Southwest and has witnessed many Western wear fashion atrocities, I find Murray’s outfit to be classic Scottsdale-stable-owner-meets-Santa-Fe-earthy and just fun. Why do men always have such nice legs, too? It’s bullshit.
 

Later, Murray talked about his and Rick Ross’ recent night of joyous laughter together in the studio. Though theirs seemed to be a budding bromance for the ages, things seem to have already fallen apart. Murray explained that the two had been recording a track for Murray’s magical-sounding upcoming Christmas special with Sofia Coppola, but that Ross never showed up to tape the segment in New York. “If anyone sees a big guy who looks like he should’ve been in New York two weeks ago, let me know,” said a scorned Murray, his eyes  heavy and sad with Rozay rejection. Poor guy. Did anyone check Carbone?

Watch A Man Feed Paul Rudd Like a Baby Bird For Charity

Daylight savings time added a little extra sunlight to our lives this weekend and it seems like, here in New York, we’re finally over the worst of a particularly brutal winter. The smell of soil is in the air, flowers are starting to bloom and a man is spitting food into Paul Rudd’s mouth like a mother bird tending to her flock. Spring has sprung. Last night Comedy Central’s autism fundraiser Night of Too Many Stars aired, with one of the evening’s highlights including “Wheel Of Rudd,” in which audience members could make donations to spin a wheel and do something to Paul Rudd. Watch as Joe from Queens lands on “Baby Bird” and ~really~ gets in there as he delivers a mouthful of roasted chicken to America’s husband. The video cuts off right before the final shot, but someone has kindly Vined the entire thing as well below. [Via Uproxx

Copyright Claims Are Ruining Livestreams for Everyone

When DJ D-Nice‘s “Home School” Instagram Live stream went viral, high-profile viewers poured in. Verified accounts like Oprah and Michelle Obama entered the chat — alongside Mark Zuckerberg. In an interview with Vibe, Instagram music partnerships strategist Fadia Kader even promoted the use of the Live feature during the COVID-19 pandemic, predicting that it would spark “amazing creativity” during an uncertain time.

But DJs out of work in a nightlife-less economy trying to follow DJ D-Nice’s lead and stream their own sets on Instagram Live can’t seem to catch a break. If you tune into a DJ’s live-stream, you’re likely to see disclaimers trying to preempt a copyright takedown, which stop their stream suddenly, kicking both the streamer and the audience out to the home page, sending the streamer a notice about copyright infringement, forcing them to start their stream over and just generally killing the vibe.

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Jordan Page, who DJs in New York under the name VeryAdvanced, says he’s tried to DJ on Instagram Live once a week since the pandemic began, but has been frustrated by copyright takedowns: “It sucks. It happens at the least convenient times, too.” Reginald Sinkler, a veteran New York DJ operating under the monikers P.U.D.G.E. and Pudgemental, agrees: “[Copyright takedowns] affect the flow of your craft, and the efficiency of delivery when you have to stop and restart the live feed and wait for people to join again. It definitely takes away momentum and leads people to move away from your page.”

Page is also a stylist and event producer, and says the suspension of nightlife has affected his income and social life. Sinkler, who has been DJing in New York since the mid-90s, and has been trying to livestream approximately every other day. Still, it’s hardly profitable. “I’ve received a few donations or tips from Djing on livestream, but it’s not comparable to the amount I can make at gigs,” he says.

A spokesperson confirms that Instagram worked closely with DJ D-Nice to ensure that the “Home School” stream went smoothly. But when asked to clarify the normal rules for streaming DJ sets on Live, they say there are a few more limits to what’s allowed: “While our partnerships with music rights holders allow people to add music to the moments they share on Facebook and Instagram, music rights are complex, and there are layers to the limitations in how we can allow people to include music in their Live videos.”

Without clear guidelines for how to proceed, DJs are left guessing. Are the takedowns algorithmic, or the result of human moderation? If it’s an algorithm, what’s the best way to fool it? Some believe the takedowns are triggered by the duration that someone plays an individual song.

“It only happened to me once,” says Adam Alexander, a Miami-based DJ who goes by Silent Addy, of his experience with Instagram copyright violations. “It really only happens when you play a song for too long, but I usually mix fast anyway, so [the algorithm] doesn’t detect it.”

Others say it’s about which artists’ music you play. In my understanding the more popular the song, the higher the chance of it getting flagged,” says Sinkler. “So switching songs fast and using effects or talking over them seems to work as a quick fix.” Page echoes this sentiment: “I hear it’s the labels putting pressure on [Instagram], which I don’t understand. What’s the difference between me DJing on Instagram Live and a set at a club?”

“Well, when you DJ at a bar, generally the performer assumes that the venue has the appropriate licensing,” says Ian Corzine, a Los Angeles-based lawyer specializing in copyright. “Most times, [they don’t, and] it’s illegal. Most of the time, no one’s really going to complain, it’s accepted conduct in society. But on Instagram, there’s a computer reading every single note that’s being played.”

Corzine says that there’s no legal basis for DJs broadcasting copyrighted music on Instagram Live, unless Instagram secures broadcast licenses for the works being used. “So they just arranged for broadcast licensing for D-Nice, and I hate to say it, but a lot of the time on social media, the rich get richer. Because D-Nice had a relationship with IG, and probably other people out there, he was able to get that gig, and most other DJs don’t have that same relationship.”

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But because DJ D-Nice, in his viral and heavily-promoted stream, used copyrighted music — and this behind-the-scenes dealmaking wasn’t made public, even in Kader’s interview with Vibe or D-Nice’s own interview with the New York Times — DJs were left scratching their heads at how he was able to pull it off so successfully. Page calls this “an example of preferential treatment” on Instagram’s part. “No DJ should have this issue. This is a time where people are looking for an escape, some fun and some comfort. Why take it away?”

“It would be nice if we could all get that help,” Pudge agrees. “The music is for the people, and as DJs we’re promoting the music and artists. I’m not sure how it benefits anyone to restrict DJs from playing music in/on public platforms.”

“I would guess that [D-Nice] played the whole set for them and then they’d go through and have their lawyers make sure everything is accounted for and that the broadcast licenses are paid.” Corzine says. “They may have even put [things] on the setlist themselves. They may have even talked to the artists themselves, and [the artist] might say, “sure, sounds good to me,” because [they] want the exposure.”

In response to the takedowns, some artists are absconding to other platforms like Twitch, which is supposedly more lenient with copyright takedowns. Alexander, who also organizes the Bashment series of parties in Miami, says he and his DJ collective “think we will be more leaning towards” using the service over Instagram. Page concurs:”I’ve heard of DJs moving to Twitch and even Reddit. I’m not really in those worlds but I’m interested in checking them out.”

Corzine acknowledges that Twitch is known for being more lenient in the implementation of its copyright policy, but notes that there is no real difference in legality between a set on Zoom, Twitch, Instagram Live or anywhere else. There’s also no likely scenario in which Instagram announces publicly that it will ramp down copyright enforcement.

Still, the DJs I spoke to say that doesn’t reduce the sting of celebrities getting special treatment, or that Instagram orchestrated a social media event around DJing on their platform without making the same tools accessible to the majority of its users.

It’s hard to let go of Instagram if that’s where you built your audience. “People aren’t as willing to follow every DJ to a different platform,” says Sinkler. “IG has become like TV at times, and people are just switching stations.”

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Even while expressing a fatigue with peoples’ attention spans on Instagram Live, Alexander agrees: “It’s definitely easier to reach people [on Instagram] because you don’t have to promote that you’re on [Live]. At least one person will see that you’re on.”

Corzine says that he’s hearing many of the same complaints from his clients: “It’s just a crazy system. A lot of the platforms make good money on people stealing other content, to be really honest. So the forward-facing rules are “we do not violate copyright law, we do not sanction this,” but really, they make their money off of that.”

He’s an advocate for opening up copyright law, which he says “is just not up to date with our current expression of art.” But he puts most of the blame for DJs’ current predicament on a lack of transparency from social media companies. “The law has to change, but besides that, the platforms have to be more transparent. Because many creators are just confused. There’s just blind ambiguity.”

Trans Women Have Always Been Prepared for the Apocalypse

As our world shifts to the new, isolated normal brought on by COVID-19, everyone is forced to reflect on what we value most. Global economies must reconcile the demands of capitalism and big business with its treatment of “essential” workers and marginalized communities. Activists in turn advocate for adjustments to the status quo and a more equitable future. And artists, always relied on to respond in times of upheaval, are those perhaps best equipped to do so. Below, New York musician Nomi Ruiz reflects poignantly on truths and traumas commonly shared among trans women’s lived experiences — even now. As she writes, her life has made her “oddly prepared, emotionally” for what’s happening today.

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“I constantly feel anxious. Some days are worse than others. Sometimes It’s hard to leave my apartment.” These are the words I said to my therapist three months ago during one of our weekly sessions. Words that now seem to be resonating with the world since COVID-19 took humanity by storm.

We’ve been forced to push pause on everyday life, practice social distancing, shelter in place and quarantine. Yet, ironically I have never felt more connected to the outside world and my community. Even my Facebook account has sprung back to life. Yes, it took a pandemic to get me back on Facebook.

As the online chatter mounted, I began checking in with good friends to philosophize about the state of the world and one sentiment rang true among the women of trans experience in my life: in the words of my good friend and award-winning Chilean actress, Daniela Vega, “We’ve been living this situation since day one.”

“We, as women of trans experience, have lived within the confines of discretion for way too long because of another virus: the toxic ideology of what it means to be a man.”

I grew up in a low-income Latinx neighborhood in Brooklyn, NY, and as a young woman going through my transition, I longed to be seen — a longing that was overshadowed by a fear of being noticed. Especially by groups of boisterous men huddled on street corners, where the possibility of attacks fueled by pack mentality is imminent. They were like minefields to me. I’d often show up late for class or work because I’d take the long way in order to avoid streets that were more dangerous than others, but there were times it was unavoidable.

My worst fear was being catcalled. There are times catcalls can seem validating; they can make you feel desired and even powerful. Personally, I believe they are a sign of a man’s weakness. Often, when women of trans experience are catcalled, it ends in acts of verbal and physical violence. I will never forget Islan Nettles. In 2013, she was innocently walking past a group of guys in Harlem who began to catcall her. When James Dixon became aware of her transness, he brutally beat her in public, leaving her unconscious. She died five days later. James is currently serving a 12-year prison sentence but was not formally charged with a hate crime after using the “trans panic defense.” This legal strategy is used by many to claim that a victim’s sexual orientation or gender identity is to blame for the defendant’s violent reaction, including murder. While this defense has since been banned in New York, it is still active in many other states.

These experiences still sit with me, and even though the neighborhood I now reside in is safer than it once was, it still takes copious amounts of mental preparation to leave my apartment. I grow tired of staring at myself in the mirror, mulling over how I look and what I’m wearing. How my hair is styled and the level of makeup I do or do not place carefully on my face. Wondering if I’m cis passing enough to be ignored while simultaneously wondering if I’m dressed too provocatively and risk drawing attention. But now, as I prepare to get groceries, slipping on latex gloves and a surgical mask for fear of contracting a deadly virus, I could care less about my appearance, and am surprisingly unfazed by this madness.

As I’ve continued to express this overwhelming struggle with anxiety to my therapist, it occurred to us that I’d been in a constant state of trauma and was experiencing PTSD. These experiences never really go away, especially when they happen daily over the course of several years.

After many sessions with my therapist, she referred me to a psychiatrist. She said she couldn’t get to the root of my issues without getting past my anxiety, and when I then spoke to my psychiatrist, he informed me that this was nothing new. A mental health diagnosis such as anxiety, PTSD or depression is common among trans people. According to research conducted by the Yale School of Public Health, trans individuals are six times more likely to have a mood or anxiety disorder than the general population.

“For many of us, even our admirers, we have always lived in isolation. We’ve always feared the outside world may destroy us.”

I was prescribed an SSRI called Sertraline, which has since allowed me to see how paralyzing my anxiety was and how it was spiraling into other emotions such as depression, low self esteem, anger, doubt, resentment — the list goes on and on. This is only one layer of the trans experience that is suddenly so familiar as we walk around, precariously distant and isolated, trading intimacy for our own personal safety.

Social distancing has also forced us to face our primal urge for human connection. I now hear about first dates at suitors’ apartments as if it’s such a new concept, when, for many of us, our intimate relationships have existed solely door-to-door. Meeting discreetly online, having that initial sense of excitement and danger as they knocked on your door and it swung open to reveal… hopefully not a catfish.

We, as women of trans experience, have lived within the confines of discretion for way too long because of another virus: the toxic ideology of what it means to be a man. Stigmatized partners afraid of being further stigmatized by society for their transamory (or being attracted specifically to trans people). For many of us, even our admirers, we have always lived in isolation. We’ve always feared the outside world may destroy us.

Another new normal, that’s never really been new to us, is a lack of financial stability. As a self-employed musician, not knowing when my next check is coming is nothing new, but the cliché of being a struggling artist is elevated by trans discrimination, as label execs, booking agents and live club promoters stay focused on bro culture. Meaning: those who want to diversify performance rosters, now that it’s trending, usually feel their quota is “at capacity” after adding one trans person to a list of predominantly cis white men. Media support is fickle, and when given, we’re usually lumped together in a piece focused solely on identity, placed in a publication’s LGBTQ section and not allowed the same access cis artists are given. We’re lucky if our names are included in the headline.

Discrimination in the workplace exists way beyond the music and art world. More than three out of every five citizens live in jurisdictions that do not provide protections against employment discrimination based on gender identity. Our current administration even took steps to legalize anti-transgender discrimination by suggesting to the Supreme Court that federal laws allow firing workers solely for being transgender. Despite this, ironically, I actually feel a bit more financially secure than usual for the first time, because although COVID-19 has left most with financial uncertainty, gig workers and self-employed individuals are now eligible for unemployment benefits. Finally.

“I hope that on the other side of this, we are left with a sense of global empathy.”

While speaking about the state of the world with another good friend, multi-hyphenate artist Martine Gutierrez, she said: “I do feel oddly prepared, emotionally.” This resonated with me on so many levels, because for the first time, the world is getting an idea of what us trans individuals have been experiencing all along. I hope that on the other side of this, we are left with a sense of global empathy. Maybe this can be a bonding experience in a world that’s been so divided.

There are so many stories to be told. So many experiences to become aware of. And as I write this, sitting in safety, isolated and “oddly prepared, emotionally,” I think about how having the ability to practice social distancing is in itself a privilege. I think of those without homes having to face this pandemic in the open — of people living with abusive partners with nowhere to hide.

I’m especially thinking of my trans sisters, who may now find comfort in our collective trauma, because as women of trans experience, we’ve always been prepared for the apocalypse.

Photography: Nadine Fraczkowski

Andrew Cuomo’s Ex-Girlfriend Addresses His Nipples

Does Andrew Cuomo have pierced nipples? The internet wants to know. This conspiracy theory, brought to you by too much time on Twitter, began with a viral photo of the New York state governor. At a press conference on March 27, Cuomo made the interesting choice to wear a white polo T-shirt, that appears oddly lumpy around the nipples in news footage of the event.

Cuomo’s ex-girlfriend, TV chef Sandra Lee (the couple split last year after 14 years together) wants nipplegate to end. Interestingly, she interpreted the rumors as “bodyshaming,” although I suspect they stem more from a collective desire for Cuomo to secretly be a stannable kinky weirdo, than a criticism of his body.

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“Good morning everybody, I hope you have a great day,” Lee greeted fans in a pajama-clad Instagram story caught by Page Six. “I just want to take a moment and say, I woke up this morning to a lot of stuff going on online, a lot of stories being written and a lot of nonsense being said. And I just want to say, body shaming is not ok.” Hm… I think she’s talking about us.

“When people are out on the frontlines working so hard for all of our benefits, to then turn around and bodyshame,” she went on, not her ex Cuomo but obviously referring to him. “Shame on you. Knock it off. Do something to uplift people and make the world a better place, not take cheap shots that are unnecessary.”

Sandra Lee on Instagram: “Relaxing on a Sunday is the best! #SundayFunday ☀️”

Referring to the chatter as “nonsense,” Lee doesn’t specifically confirm or deny the nipple rumors. She would know, having dated the guy for 14 years. Or would she? The couple broke up in September. Nothing like a new piercing, or a global pandemic to get your mind of a break-up.


Photo via Getty

Joyner Lucas – The War Lyrics

Play this song

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)
I don’t need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)
I know that I’m comin’ home late, but fuck it, what we gon’ do after?
I’m tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy’s girl, like Reginae (Ah)
I paid my dues, I ain’t gon’ lose (Word)
Hit ’em with the hand, the Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I’ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain’t got rules
You think I ain’t shit if I ain’t got you
But how you gon’ walk if you ain’t got shoes? Ayy
Shawty shootin’ bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)
She a ventilatin’ hypochondriac (Hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)
I’ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can’t talk to me, now I’m harder to reach
You don’t belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)
Even when I’m just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)
I’m in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell ’em two thousand apiece (Apiece)
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai
Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)
I’m ’bout to ride, you know you can slide
‘Bout to ride, but I don’t do lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)
Takin’ mine, yeah, that’s an honor (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Bridge: Joyner Lucas]
And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)
Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up ’til forever
You act like you don’t remember, but I do (Oh-oh)
And that’s alright ’cause I know what it’s gon’ be, babe (Oh)
Said, “That’s alright, I found someone else for me” (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mally Mall

Why #FreeJaboukie Is Trending

As if things couldn’t get much worse during these quarantined times, the world woke up this morning to decidedly less funny place without Jaboukie Young-White in it.

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The actor, comedian and Daily Show correspondent had his account suspended after posting a tweet that read “BREAKING: Joe Biden is not DEAD. He just getting some dick. We’ve all been there.” The post somehow angered the Twitter gods, who most likely took umbrage with the fact that Jaboukie changed his display name and profile picture to resemble CNN’s breaking news feed, and initially resulted in having his blue verified check being stripped.

This development resulted in Jaboukie railing against the arbitrary status symbol “for a long time now the blue check mark on twitter has simply meant you know a lot of white people who live in new york” going on to point out the system as inherently elitist with a tendency towards tokenism, “things like social media verification and raya exist to be space for white coastals to pick and choose who get to be in ‘the club.’ [It’s] always anyone who looks, thinks or acts like them, their friends, and then a select few exceptional minorities for effect.”


Whether or not Jaboukie’s subsequent suspension stemmed from these tweets or solely from reports on the Joe Biden tweet remains unclear. As Jaboukie’s followers will know, this is far from the first time he’s impersonated another account for comedic effect. Some of his greatest hits even include parodies of the FBI and the current president.

Of course, this isn’t the first time that Jaboukie’s account has been suspended, but his loss comes during a time where everyone is trapped inside, desperate for a distraction from the ongoing global pandemic, making it all the more painful.

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​As a result many have taken to their own accounts to protest the suspension, getting #freejaboukie trending, while others came together to mourn the loss of one of the last few good people that made checking the cursed blue bird app even worth it anymore.






Photography: Rocio Segura for PAPER

Watch Two Clips From Dick: The Documentary


Get ready for some Double D: a new documentary is out and it’s all about dicks. Directed by first time filmmaker Brian Fender, Dick: The Documentary features 63 Craigslist-recruited anonymous New York men — including an ex-monk, a marine and a firefighter — stripping down and talking about their relationship to, thoughts about, and experiences with their penises. You can stream the doc for $4.95 HERE but in the meantime, scope these two (SFW) clips above and below.

(h/t Gayletter)

Wais P – Money On The Dresser Lyrics (feat. Fiend & GLC)

Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 1:Wais P)
Yeah
I’m riding around, I’m pimpin up
My hoes down, never go around
You could ride the bitch
Make the pussy rich
She strayed away,she’s gonna pay the pimp
Not half of it, baby every cent
Every dollar, until your pockets spent
You can holla until your left with lent
On my collar, all my diamonds spin
You like the look I write the book
I make the rules, you make the moves
I won’t play the fool,I’ll play the king
I’m built to win and my pinky ring
Get’s eyes so much if bitch you just look at me
And say , Yey, he’s a champion
He’s a winner, he’s a sinner
Money tall like a center
You mad cause I ball
And your pockets look thinner
f**k the dog bitch beware
Of a pimp when you enter
Some of you cats seem confused,cause you dinner
Let me help you out, you a bitch for real
When the feds come , you snitch for real
I’m a real live pimp, I’m already rich
I’m independent,I set the deal
I self lord, C E O my nigga
Can’t impress me with your little six figures
I need 8 laying on the side,that be the sign
That my money is infinite
Ya get it, you niggas too slow
Just came from Texas , knocked two hoes
Each hoes invest Copped two ghosts
Twin rolls we got penthouse goals
Champagne thoughts playboy Porche
Wais P logo, on the pool and the porch ,GO

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 2:Fiend)
I’m on that weed that be so good
That make you doze off
Mixed with the vics and percs
Now make her take her clothes off
She lucky she found pimpin cause she know
Cause her toes crossed
Follows directions well
But baby girls so lost
Them cookies bought me four trucks
Two houses and more bucks
Like bread crumbs in the pond
Just bringing more ducks
Audi 8 chasing her mouth alone is relations
I’m calculating impatient
The product is amazing
Five grand a week she hand me
If I could bottle up this candy
You were given a million dollar then
Maybe you’d understand me
Gotta golden goose, I drove the coupe
Ride it to that porche up the four door
Power of the pussy, get seven deep
Record this life in slow-mo
Luther in my trunk
Round these parts, you smell that skunk
LV on them trunks
Long trips, because we won’t
I still push a caddy with trues and vogues on it
Without a gun and bullets
Take the block and put holes on it

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

(Verse 3:GLC)
They can’t oppose,this some pimping that is golden
Quit f**kin with this lames mane
Actin you like you holdin
My ism cold as ice,man
Ho’s just call it frozen
Strech him now he in the game
Your ass ain’t the nose bleeds
You ain’t got no dough
Need to elevate your hoeness
Shut the f**k up ho
Take this smoke and go and roll this
See me ridin vogues, something slick with a cold bitch
Then I’m gonna get chose
I was voted favourite hoes pimp
Man I’m from the ‘Go
So my mackin is so cold bitch
How, you ain’t know when you know
I’m out here showin
Welcome to the congregation
Baby I’m it’s Moses
Mackin is the Vatican
I’m out here like the Pope Pimp
Gave these hoes some game
On life like they consulted
Why’d you think they paid
A pimp,they offer me devotion
Macking is my expertise
These streets they got respect for me
When ism was young, my daddy was a pimp
So what did you expect from me
Cathedral

(Outro:GLC)
I just tell em like this
Rise with me, don’t despise the P
It’s me GLC rotate with my true player
Partner by the name of Wais P
Church is definately on the move baby
You know what Im talkin bout If you ain’t sure
We offer nothing but pimping thats pure
You know what I’m talking about
From the Chi to New York offer true pimp support
You know what I’m talking about
Mackin is the institution , come on and pay your retribution
Know what I’m talking about ,Church is definatley on the move
Ism will resume
Cathedral to the congregation
Wais the P, wassup man
Welcome to this motherf**kin to this ism nation
Church

(Chorus)
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser
Top notch hoes get the most not the lesser
Money on the money on the money on the dresser

Ajj – Lady Liberty Lyrics

Give me your tired
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
When our government acts like this
I wonder what World War II was for
And the rest of the country hates us more and more
Lady Liberty is not a whore

Give me your tired
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
When our government acts like this
I don’t wanna live here anymore
Sure, I could be a pussy and move to Portland or New York
Or I could stay and change the place where I was born

Give me your poor
Give me your poor
Give me your tired
These bigots in the legislature all need to get fired
For targeting one-third of the state they’re supposed to serve
That’s the kind of power that nobody deserves
Yeah, that’s the kind of power nobody deserves

Give me your tired
Give me your tired
Give me your poor
When our government acts like this
I wonder what the Constitution’s for
And the rest of the country hates us more and more
And more and more and more and more
Lady Liberty is not a whore

Decora – Wag The Dog Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m thinking back to a better day
When I used to meditate
And my hair was on wave
Used to go to NFA, I was at CAS
Almost lost my life, damn I feel blessed
I was always the type to chase a moving dress
Pick up lines with their own bench press
Mortal Kombat take your heart out your chest
Capricorn with that scorpion vibe
She was talking on the block with no where to hide
Hurt little always fighting in the streets
Thank God I grabbed the mic before I grabbed the heat
Or else I would of turned COW-wards to ground beef

[Chorus]
Rapping say they hard, I guess it’s relative
Livin’ out the rap sheets of their relatives
Damn I’m overrated, so repetitive
Speaking on their rap songs
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
So so so eloquent
So eloquent
So, so eloquent
So eloquent

Let the beat breathe
Bring it back

[Verse 2]
Where do you go when the pain hits
I seen people laid out on the main strip
Walkin’ to school with my main grip
Nine-years-old, steppin’ over bodies
Neighbors wavin’ with their hands on a shottie
Fake smiling, no real emotion
No position to start coping
Just find a shortie, start eloping
Brownsville to Downsville
New York, New York
Gentrifies get shot, turned into pork
Cut all the whining, turned into corks
Rough around the edges, turned into sports
Rap game wasn’t about fame
What’s therapeutic about niggas movin caine?
Was diluted, then it turned into crack with the frame
Now we got catchy melodies like crack for the brain

[Chorus]
Rapping say they hard, I guess it’s relative
Living out the rap sheets of their relatives
Damn I’m overrated, so repetitive
Speaking on their rap songs
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
So eloquent
It’s so eloquent

We got another one
Yeah
Yo let it breathe
Let the beat breathe
Yeah
That’s that 90’s feel
That’s that 90’s feel
Whoo
Bring it back

[Verse 3]
I’m at home in the friend zone
With the peace sign like a benzo
No touchbacks in the end zone
But a still run away, gotta bounce, tryna score
Till he in the black
Like my skintone
That’s the way that it is when you play the game
Everything is not gonna be the same
Part time dad sitting in the stands
Couldn’t walk a mile in my cleats
Tryna be a man
I wanna be a man
I wanna be a man

I wake up every morning on a mission
Tryin’ to understand a lens and a vision
But my 2020 got me wishin
That I had a bigger pot to piss in
If you ain’t talkin’ money, I can’t even listen
(What’d you say?)
Because the bills so loud they
Makin the gas smell like we in the kitchen
And if I had that loud gas
And I was raised different
I probably be be workin’ in the kitchen
But I’m fishing
Teach a man how to fish and he can feed his whole family
My father showed me the rod when he was learning how to swim
Now I’m catching fish with my hands in the deep end
Not much room for interpersonal relationships
Patriarch got the matriarch on the merchant ships
Selling her dreams to the captain
In the end like the Indians
Left manhattan
Now here I am like a minuteman
With the fairer skin
Like The British are cumming
Like The British are coming
Like The British are cumming
If you get it then you get it, if not
It wasn’t for you
But I live it and I wrote it and I spit it and
I know it’s true
I know it’s true
Some people love love when they adore you, but
Some people leave when they can’t understand you
Some people love love when they adore you, but
Some people leave when they can’t understand you

Bryce Vine – Baby Girl Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-ooh
Yeah-yeah

[Verse 1]
We in New York, we wylin’
It’s gettin’ hot this summer, we ain’t outside
Baby girl got style, she a stylist
Ready for the long haul, ain’t no flight

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Verse 2]
Baby girl tryna call this bluff (Woo)
Baby girl tryna know what’s up
My baby doesn’t go out much
She used to say I get the same outcome (I get the same)
She use to party with the [?] (Whip it, ooh)
All in the middle like Malcolm (Ooh-ooh)

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it

[Bridge]
Baby girl don’t want no drama
She wanna have fun
God damn
Ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
She just wanna dance, dance for a while
She just in the mood, wanna groove, wanna move

[Chorus]
She back it up and I grab it, I’m lovin’ it
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it, hey
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Baby girl)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (She wanna have fun)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it (Yeah)
Baby girl just wanna have fun with it
Baby girl just tryna have fun with it

Striker – The Keg That Crushed New York Lyrics (feat. Dan Cleary, Ian Sandercock, Chris Segger, Dave Arnold, Magnus Burdeniuk)

Metal keg of glory, one thousand tonnes of steel
Filled right to the brim – a thousand beers to steal
From the planet booze in the galaxy of beer
Flew beerzillion light years just to party here
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
You better start running….NOT
*tsk* glug…glug…glug…glug….GO!!
You’ve had one beer and I’ve had eleven
If beer came from boobs I’d be in heaven
So quit your job and leave your school
And party with Striker, that’ll be cool
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
BEERNAMI!!!!
Surfs up!
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Metal heads, metal heads, drinking beer and breaking shit
Taller than a mountain, high up in the sky
Fear the beerorizer, so drunk I’m going to die
The keg that crushed New York
Watch out, the tidal wave is coming
The keg that crushed New York
Wipeout!

Paul Gordon – My Manhattan Lyrics

[Jervis]
The lights are bright in the New York night
There’s a bustle on the street
And you feel alive but you don’t know why;
And you’re dizzy from the heat
The traffic moves in rhythm with your own heart beat

When you woke today and you didn’t know
What the world is all about
Now you’ll never see the way you saw before
And now there isn’t any doubt
The city’s full of questions that you must find out
Let me show you my Manhattan
It’s mesmerizing, a metropolitan dream
You would thrive in my Manhattan

[Jerusha]
Mesmerizing

[Jervis]
A thousand lights for you to see
All the things you’ll be
Let me show you my Manhattan. Jerusha

And a trolley car and a Two Cent Plain
Then Julia buys a hat
So we’re running late for a play at 8
’bout a Danish autocrat

A town that never sleeps; can you imagine that?
Let me show you my Manhattan
It’s captivating

[Jerusha]
It’s captivating

[Jervis]
The New York Times at your door
You would flourish in Manhattan

[Jerusha]
Mesmerizing

[Jervis]
There’s so much wonder in the air

[Both]
Nothing can compare

[Jervis]
Let me show you my Manhattan. Jerusha

[Jerusha] (spoken)
Mercy, Daddy! Isn’t New York big?
Do you mean to tell me that you actually live in all that confusion?
It will take me months to recover from two days of it

[Jervis]
You are welcome in Manhattan
It’s waiting for you
Rendezvous in Time Square

[Jerusha]
There’s George M. Cohan

[Jervis]
Take a chance on my Manhattan

[Jerusha]
5th Avenue…

[Jervis]
The Algonquin

[Both]
Is the rage. Caruso on the stage!
Write a page about Manhattan

[Jerusha]
It’s “Babes in Toyland.”

[Jervis]
The Plaza. Rubbing elbows with a queen
While having drinks with Oscar

[Both]
Hammerstein

[Jervis]
The Belasco and the Met

[Jerusha]
Coney island…

[Jervis]
All the sights you will not soon forget
Just-

[Jerusha]
There’s J.P. Morgan

[Both]
Hop on the 9th Avenue line
The city could be yours and mine

[Jervis]
My Manhattan

[Jersuha]
Your Manhattan

[Jervis]
Your Manhattan

[Both]
Our Manhattan

All Your Faves Endorse Bernie

A platform called Artists4Bernie launched today, bearing the signatures of more than 1,200 artists who endorse Senator Bernie Sanders in the 2020 Democratic Primary. Some of the bigger names include M.I.A, Sky Ferreira, Kim Gordon, Ezra Miller, Kara Walker, Telfar Clemons, Chloë Sevigny, Mykki Blanco and more.

“We are an international network of people that work within art and culture, and with this letter, we would like to declare our support for Senator Bernie Sanders and endorse his 2020 presidential campaign,” the letter begins, going on to cite Sanders’ anti-war, climate, Medicare for All, student debt, and free public college programs.

According to Dazed, the letter was organized by New York art collective DIS, New York artist Mohammed Salemy, and writer/curator Jennifer Teets.

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“Artists and cultural producers are largely precarity laborers – often struggling without benefits, financial security, at the whim of the market…” the letter continues. “We strongly feel that only Sanders represents the values and virtues which all of us as cultural producers have always hoped to strive for.

The authors also quote Sanders, saying: “You have my promise that as President, I will be an arts President. I will continue to advocate strongly for robust funding of the arts in our cities, schools and public spaces. Art is speech. Art is what life is about.”

Many of the artists are not actually American and can’t vote, but given their platforms and the global implications of Donald Trump’s presidency, believe the letter can still have an impact: “We hope to reach out to our American colleagues, friends, and families, and express our enthusiasm in supporting, and voting for, the only candidate we believe can unseat Donald Trump.”

The list of signees spans every cultural sphere. Aside from Walker, Nan Goldin, Chloe Wise, Chris Kraus, Bobbi Menuez, Jacolby Satterwhite and Ryan McGinley are all on the list, as well as designers such as Telfar Clemons, Mike Eckhaus and Zoe Latta. It’s a who’s who of indie music royalty, including Holly Herndon, Devendra Banhart, Kelsey Lu, Juliana Huxtable, Ariel Reichstad, Ian Isaiah and others.

“We believe that a Sanders presidency will provide a serious and tangible chance for a redirection of the United States and perhaps the entire world from the wrong paths that have been followed for far too long. President Sanders will inaugurate a new era for America: one of peace, prosperity, and essential human dignity.”

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The letter is open to any artist or cultural producer to publicly endorse Sanders for President of the United States. Read the full letter and sign your name here. Read about Bernie Sanders’ platform here and find out how to volunteer or donate to his campaign.

The Super Tuesday primaries (Alabama, American Samoa, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Maine, Massachusetts, Minnesota, North Carolina, Oklahoma, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, and Democrats abroad) are coming up a week from today on March 3. Register to vote here.

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Here Come The Mummies – Pull It Off Lyrics

[Verse]
What’s right is right
She will shine in the spotlight
Achieving a height no one would dare
She breaks with convention
A mother of invention
This is the night
She’s takin’ you there

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off

[Verse]
What’s wrong is right
She gives it its own life
Paris, New York, London, LA
She brings it all back
A sensual attack
Whatever it is that girl’s got it made

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off

[Chorus]
If anybody can she can pull it off
Without even trying she will turn you on
Using her magic she’s twisting the fabric
In-side out
If anybody can she can pull it off
If anybody can she can pull it off
If anybody can she can pull it off

Soulchef – Grown Lyrics

[Verse 1: Hydroponikz]
Amongst the youngsters, never hung with no punks
Since 8th grade, make way, never faking the funk
My crew wasn’t deep, but quality wise, was large
Back then, we wasn’t humble we were trying to be stars
But couldn’t reach them. I was kinda short but I could speak
And they could never mind the height, I sounded big up on the sequence
Don’t mistake me for a rapper jocking your late beats
It’s been straight heat since I was at school on 188th street
Was a beast with the pen… well at least to my friends
My job is to ensure the rap’s means meet with the ends
Despite the storm, I just write, record, ’til the hype is more
Was between a stellar guy and terrified, what am I fighting for?
I’m certified. Rippin’ apart my shirt and tie
Unlimited bars, for certain, I have determined I am like Simba
I deal with Scars trying to hurt my Pride
Look how I’ve grown, do it all on my own as I verbalize

[Hook: Hydroponikz]
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back

[Verse 2: Hydroponikz]
Millennium, flow’s venom, windbreakers sport denim
True b-boy, Nike Cortez with holes in them
First show was grade school, flowin’ like a wave pool
My addiction is the stage, blowin’ up like grenades do
Huh? Asian Rap? There’s fame in that? Well, obviously
Some people making mockeries but I don’t let that bother me
I just keep moving, pursuing the goals that I can see
These professions I can be, there ain’t no way they’re stopping me
Drinkin’
Eating well, getting healthy
I wasn’t a college dropout but I might as well be
Skipped calculus and engineering, said that I’d be wealthy, instead
I thought that writing rhymes would bring me the bread
My Buzz was Light-years ahead, but this was just a campus
Me and my boys wasn’t toys, writing party anthems
The goal was: King size, in my eyes
Mesmerized, from the earth to the sky, no lie
The butterfly feeling

[Hook: Hydroponikz]
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back

[Verse 3: Hydroponikz]
And now, I’m graduated, agitated at the hardships
Wondering if I can really get as far as these stars get
And now they rapping about money, cars, and Starships
I’m rapping for the food but they’re just rhyming for the market
Damn, my timing must be off, kid. They tell me that I’m old
And that the 90s style is gone, kid. Well, I don’t disagree
But this is all that I be working with
And is it cause it’s death that I like flirting with?
Certainly. My name is Hydroponikz, don’t you try to spark me
Artsy, but my New York game is John Starks-ly
4-5-6, roll Ceelo like it’s Yahtzee
Some Youtube fame but wonder what that really got me
But before you tell me put on a suit
I’m ‘a kick in the door and put my foot in it, too
So they better be prepared for the moment that I show up
Plenty time to grow up after I blow up, motherf—

[Hook: Hydroponikz]
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
I’m grown when I’m up on the track, the track
You ain’t alone, said you’d never look back
But I was wrong, let’s just take a look back, look back
They say I’m grown, let’s just take a look back
Now I’m grown, lets just take a look back, look back

Soulchef – Deal With It Lyrics

Intro: Hydroponikz
Making music that you feelin from New York to New Zealand

Verse 1: Hydroponikz
Yeah, they greet me with a ”how do you do?”
My day job political news, one day I’m jaded
One day I’m like the only way I can deal is get faded
Why the rich sittin somewhere shaded in this sorted peak
This assorted creak from the back to the front of my mind
Trust me I’m not only in agony some of the time
It’s always my heart on ache
Friends out here turn out to be a lesson on dodging snakes
It’s bug from the Empire to the guarded state who knew I’d turn to
I used to have this rap thing to spit my concerns
To the response I get, was to support my fans sponsorships
Now it’s f**king up my conscious
Now I don’t feel it like I used to
Lookin for a new tool of outlet, these news crews ain’t about shit
If they pushin agendas over the dead, helplessness in my head
This the world that I’m supposed to raise kids in
Raise awareness when the first thing they see is your skin
Fairness, they wanna feel the texture of your hearings
Take your paycheck apparent, how could I afford marriage?
All we ever needed was love, f**k a politician
And anybody making decisions, if it’s not that
If your answer is to buy em back then you already lost
What you can’t heal with music instead of comedy dog
Asked us to remain silent, alcoholic begone
Hardly breath for some suicide is the only release
But suicide by police, man that shit is so work
Can’t believe our society bred them
Cannot create a person new to that fate, go ahead in head first
Maybe you’ll fix it, maybe you don’t, maybe you won’t
For your next verse maybe you’ll grow
Don’t lose sight I love my wife, my mom, my stepdad like he my own DNA
And yet I still feel this way

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it

Verse 2: Hydroponikz
I did it before so what’s so hard now it’s gun to these fakers that’s in this odd town
None of these bumps is at my job now calm down
Ain’t no balls they just try to suppress me
Some I’m out here making the rest with my own hands and keys in my right
Smokes in my left so of course they don’t stress me
A lost little rejectee that was trying to rep
Not quite the right skin and hype try to relax
It was about that, we was all supposed to come up, uh
Regardless, without graph the bars just to bounce back
Out the rat race the waited, betrayed God it’s just a mouse trap
The true essence is through lessons
So what I learned then, that stress is a waste
If that’s the case ain’t worth the money, just to get with the fakes
And then my flow is probably the best in the place
So I put the work in, we already made it for certain
How long can I keep cursing till it’s curtains? (curtains)

Hook: Hydroponikz
Surveillance so watch your crowded neighbors
And doubt your flight attendant will tell you watch your head but my head got too high
Tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it, tryna deal with it
Man forget it
Thinkin I’ll be goin back, days a simple slow relax
But nights are really cold so these days now I know that
I can deal with it, I can deal with it, I can deal with it (deal with it)

Lucio Corsi – La Lucertola Lyrics

La lucertola firmò un accordo con le case, c’era scritto:
Noi case di pietre del campo ci impegniamo a raccogliere il sole e ci trasformiamo in una specie di sabbia per queste lucertole senza una spiaggia
Lucertola verde inseguita dai cani, che non sanno con chi stanno giocando, che non sei nata ieri per caso, sei un vecchio serpente che si trasforma in drago
Poi il drago si perderà nel profondo del cielo, nell’abisso, nella spina dorsale, nelle fogne di New York dove comanda il Coccodrillo cieco

Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Dove l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca
Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Perché l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca

E poi voi mi direte “Ma che delusione, i draghi noi li volevamo più grandi, più cattivi, più brutti, volanti”, ma vedrai che si son dovuti adeguare, prima c’era più spazio sia in cielo che in terra, ma via, ora è tutto un negozio è tutta una pizzeria

Natural Elements – Tell Me Something Good Lyrics

Natural Elements – “Tell Me Something Good”
[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and A-Butta]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: L-Swift and (A-Butta)]
All day, all night
(Word up) All night, all day
(Too many ways) All day, all night
(Too many days) All night, all day
(Too many ways) All day, all night
(Too many days) All night, all day
(Too many ways) All day, all night
(Too many days) All night, all day

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]
Yo
I shine like diamond gems with no floss
While y’all flows dead like hoes with menopause
Go ‘head, defend your cause, but that’s my flow you’re freaking
I know the secret—let’s just pretend it’s yours. Niggas
Half-men, half-bull like minotaur, stay yapping
But I stay clapping 9-double-m’s at jaws. I’m
From Brooklyn, the place where men spark when dark
Bubble marijuana seeds in New York from Denmark
Embark, a father of two came back a father
Of three. Y’all lame cats ain’t bothering me
I’m a slave to the life, morally depraved and trife
Rob you blind but can’t hustle to save my life
The drug game? Can’t f**k with it, couldn’t carve a ditch, can’t pimp
‘Cause if I had a ho, I’d probably starve the bitch, so I
Target the rich ‘til me and my squadron
Get rich, sew shit up like yarn in a stitch

[Hook: A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo, and L-Swift]
[A-Butta]
Ayyo
Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many
Days you spent wasted. I could taste it
[Mr. Voodoo]
I got
More flows to rap
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[Mr. Voodoo]
I got
More hoes to tap
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[Mr. Voodoo]
I got
More foes to jack
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[Mr. Voodoo]
More four-fours to clap
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good

[Verse 2: L-Swift]
Yo, yo, I got vision for this
2-0/2-0, I see where I’m going
Know where I’ve been. I breathe when I’m flowing, hold it in
Straight-up and diggy, niggas say I smoke too much when I blaze
Me a fifty and reign like able is in me
Soak you up, y’all niggas never say what you feel. I let
My nuts hang—stay if you’re real. I bust thangs
f**k who you’re with. When niggas get bust in their lip, they’re on
Some BET shit like, “I’ve just been hit”
Who made this overproof, Kool-Aid mix? I squeeze
Your ho from the bottom on some toothpaste shit
Those who know me well roll me an L. Type of niggas I’m with
Blast you at point-blank and show you the shell
With your name on it, written in cursive. Watch me
Nigga, talk that shit to the nurses, not me
Yo, I called my penis a genius. Now I’ll watch
Two bitches play with each other like Serena and Venus
Yo, I’m half-high and half-drunk (What’s up with them?)
Yo, they’re half-drive but half-punk (Can’t f**k with them)
Yo, I’ll bust a man, cupful of gin. Northeast Bronx
In this motherf**ker again. Tell ‘em, A, yo

[Hook: A-Butta and L-Swift]
[A-Butta]
Ayyo
Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many
Days you spent wasted. I could taste it
[L-Swift]
I got
Some buddha in my right hand
[A-Butta]
Tell me something good
[L-Swift]
I got
Some liquor in my left hand
[A-Butta]
Tell me something good
[L-Swift]
There’s five
Hundred bitches free, yo
[A-Butta]
Tell me something good
[L-Swift]
We ride
Wild in the streets, yo

[Verse 3: A-Butta]
Yo, son, I got
More money to make (What?), more houses to buy (Right)
‘Til I’m lounging in the sky, looking down on this Earth
Since birth, I wondered how at I could make it worth it
Shipping gold like an ancient merchant, every verse and word
Spit is nurturing. Went from feeling worthless to feeling
Like a billionaire—am I really in here? Too many
Years with phillies and beers, I’m glad I reversed it
Shifting gears, have to murk, kid, for real
(We drive by now) Instead of the train, we have whips
(I wile out now) Getting brain from mad chicks
(Alive, out now) I’m better than ever, forever
(Ride out now) Hold cheddar and never gon’ let up

[Hook: L-Swift]
Yeah
Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many
Days you spent wasted. I could taste it

[Verse 4: A-Butta]
Chill, catch a four-four facelift. So torn
I swore I saw a spaceship, North Face with Hennessey stains
Driving drunk down Memory Lane. The game
Will never be the same—let me explain. Catch neck
Pains from the heaviest chains, cock and aim, stock
Exchange, exchange shots in the rain. How the saying go?

[Hook: A-Butta and L-Swift]
[A-Butta]
Ayyo
Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many
Days you spent wasted. I could taste it. I got
Money in the bank, man
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[A-Butta]
I got
E-Trade stock, yo
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[A-Butta]
I got
A whole lot of hoes, man
[L-Swift]
Tell me something good
[A-Butta]
I got
A whole lot of flows
[L-Swift]
Yo, N.E. up in this motherf**ker (Tell me something good). Ayyo
Y’all niggas [?] now (Tell me something good). Yeah, ayyo
We all up in this bitch now (Tell me something good)
All y’all niggas best to switch now (Tell me something good)
Word up

Bts – On Lyrics

[방탄소년단 – ON 가사]

[Verse 1: Jimin, V]
I can’t understand what people are sayin’
어느 장단에 맞춰야 될지
한 발자국 떼면 한 발자국 커지는 shadow
잠에서 눈을 뜬 여긴 또 어디
어쩜 서울 또 New York or Paris
일어나니 휘청이는 몸

[Verse 2: RM]
(Look) Look at my feet, look down
날 닮은 그림자
흔들리는 건 이놈인가
아니면 내 작은 발끝인가?
두렵잖을 리 없잖아
다 괜찮을 리 없잖아
그래도 I know, 서툴게 I flow
저 까만 바람과 함께 날아

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: Jungkook, Jimin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Verse 3: j-hope]
Bring the pain
모두 내 피와 살이 되겠지
Bring the pain
No fear, 방법을 알겠으니
작은 것에 breathe
그건 어둠 속 내 산소와 빛
내가 나이게 하는 것들의 힘
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream

[Verse 4: Suga]
넘어져도 다시 일어나 scream
언제나 우린 그랬으니
설령 내 무릎이 땅에 닿을지언정
파묻히지 않는 이상
그저 그런 해프닝쯤 될 거란 걸
Win no matter what
Win no matter what, win no matter what
네가 뭐라던 누가 뭐라던, I don’t give a uh
I don’t give a uh, I don’t give a uh

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jimin]
Hey, na-na-na
미치지 않으려면 미쳐야 해
Hey, na-na-na
나를 다 던져 이 두 쪽 세상에
Hey, na-na-na
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
제 발로 들어온 아름다운 감옥
Find me and I’m gonna live with ya

[Chorus: V, Jin]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

[Bridge: Jungkook]
나의 고통이 있는 곳에
내가 숨 쉬게 하소서
My everythin’, my blood and tears
Got no fears, I’m singin’, ohh
Oh, I’m takin’ over
You should know, yeah
Can’t hold me down ’cause you know I’m a fighter
깜깜한 심연 속 기꺼이 잠겨
Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya

[Chorus: All]
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’
Everyday, oh-na-na-na
(Ayy-oh) Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah
(Ayy-oh) 올라타봐 bring the pain, oh, yeah
All that I know is just goin’ on and on and on and on
(Ayy-oh) 가져와 bring the pain, oh, yeah

K. Forest – Silent Lyrics

[Chorus]
That loud you rollin, it be silent (Silent)
That ish be mute that ish be mute, yeah
Yves Saint Laurent, yes I be stylin’ (Stylin’)
Don’t wear no suits, I don’t dress to suit (Yeah)
I make the product and they buy it (Buy it)
I get ’em hooked, yes I get ’em hooked, yeah (Oh woah)
Hey shawty let’s go somewhere private
Off the records, this is off the books, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Come taste Brazil and get a thrill of California
Bossa nova, gourmets entrees, I could show ya
Bring my wifey, treat her like she my señora
She feel my presence and my essence, it’s my aura
Me and [?] flyin’ past her in the section (Zoom)
Energitize, it go [?] in the section (Yeah)
Pick your poison we got liquor, we got trees (Trees)
When you poppin’, you don’t pay nothin’ it’s free
Since ’08, yeah
I smell the hate, yeah
But a scene from my life, is many takes, yeah
New York plates, yeah
I’m in your state, yeah
I kill the scene and I leave yellow tapes, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t chase, yeah, I stay the same
‘Cause wearin’ all black defines my traits, yeah
My soul is dark, my blood is dark
Where’s the spark? Pa-pass the spark (Pass it)

[Chorus]
That loud you rollin it be silent (Silent)
That ish be mute, yeah that ish be mute yeah
Yves Saint Laurent, yes I be stylin’ (Stylin’)
Don’t wear no suits, I don’t dress to suit (Yeah)
I make the product and they buy it (Buy it)
I get ’em hooked, yes I get ’em hooked, yeah (Oh woah)
Hey shawty let’s go somewhere private
Off the records, this is off the books, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I take no vacays, I just get a sangria
Lime and berries and strawberries, what I’m feelin’
I’m in the mood, yeah my ego to the ceilin’
I cancel Ubers if I see that it’s a Kia
Quick stop at Roscoe’s, get my waffles and my pollo
To eat with me I need to sense that you be loyal
I started from the ground I know a lot of soil
Execute my plans, I promise it won’t foil
I’m in the space, yeah, crystal drapes
And my feet up on the sofa, eatin’ grapes
It was late, she wanna mate
So I have Jeffrey comin’ open up the gate

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t chase, yeah, I stay the same
‘Cause wearin’ all black defines my traits, yeah
My soul is dark, my blood is dark
Where’s the spark? Pa-pass the spark

[Chorus]
That loud you rollin it be silent
That ish be mute, yeah, that ish be mute yeah
Yves Saint Laurent, yes I be stylin’
Don’t wear no suits, I don’t dress to suit, yeah (Yeah)
I make the product and they buy it (Buy it)
I get ’em hooked, yes I get ’em hooked, yeah (Yeah, ah)
Hey shawty let’s go somewhere private
Off the records, this is off the books, yeah (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah
Yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah, yeah-e-yeah

Theo Katzman – Brooklyn Lyrics

I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 1]
Packed a book bag
Socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case
Sky bound for my home town
To the north shore on a Sunday
Gave a kiss to my lady friend
She’s a sweet talk and a sweet taste
Gave thanks for my family
Thanks to my friends, I’m getting shit-faced

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorus]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Verse 2]
Hopped a south-bound train
From Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate
Looked around for a sit-down brunch
With all-you-can-eat poundcake
Found a few, maybe six or seven
Free coffee and free champagne
I hadn’t seen such a free time living
Since my sixteenth birthday

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh well
This Long Island, it’s a desolate place
A far cry from my first love, Michigan
My sweet talk and my sweet taste
A long way from the long lost dreams
Left broken on a California freeway
This Brooklyn
Oh, Brooklyn…

[Chorusx2]
You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

You make Detroit feel so far away
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day
True like New York, but you lie like L.A
And I’ve only
Known you a day
I haven’t even known you a day

[Outro]
Known you a day
I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Oh, I’ve only known you a day
Known you a day
Known you a day yeah

Theo Katzman – You Could Be President Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Momma, Momma, it’s a mad, mad world
I feel bad for all the boys and girls
Fallin’ in from the astral plane
Out of the great unknown into the grand insane

But listen, children, I’ve got good news
You don’t have to play by the rules
So step right up and just stake your claim
And I’m gon’ teach you how to play the game

[Chorus]
Just
Throw your punches and have no hesitance
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
This whole Earth is just a private residence, and
You could be President

[Verse 2]
Momma, Momma, I hate to say
Dog eat dog seems like the only way
To take your seat in the captain’s chair
Lord knows, the golden rule ain’t gonna get you there

So don’t be humble and don’t be kind, no, no
All that noise is just a waste of time (It’s a waste of your time)
And pay no mind to what the people say
So long as the people say your name (Keep ’em sayin’ your name)

[Chorus]
Just
Throw your punches and have no hesitance
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
This whole Earth is just a private residence, and
You could be president

[Verse 3]
Momma, Momma, it’s hard to see
That old Lady called Liberty
Weeping into that New York bay, no, no
Well if I could console her, this is what I’d say…

[Chorus]
Just
Throw your punches and have no hesitance
Follow hunches in spite of evidence
This whole Earth is just a private residence
And it’s all yours, so you can make your mess of it

Run your mouth and mix all your messages
Twist the truth until you can’t make sense of it
You can’t lose if you can keep on bendin’ it
You could be President
You could be President
You could be President
You could be President

Ken Nordine – What Time Is It? Lyrics

There was this guy who was a regular guy who lived a regular life
Got up 7:30 every morning
Had the same breakfast
Kissed the same wife goodbye every morning
Went to the same office
Came home [?] Monday through Friday
On Saturdays, he played with the children
Did handywork around the house
Sundays, he took the family out on the station wagon to the suburbs
And there, they looked at the houses and the trees, the billboards, the gasoline stations, and the railroad crossings
And his life might have gone on like this forever
Except one night, something strange happened to him
You see, he went to bed at 10:30
And some of his friends stayed up later
And one of them, closing up a place that closed at two in the morning, decided to call this “regular liver”
And said, “What time is it?”, on the telephone
When he woke up and he said, “Who’s this? Who’s this? It’s, it’s, it’s two o’clock in the morning, it’s no time to call. Bye!”
But the practical joker called every night, two o’clock in the morning
He did this for two weeks
Friend [?] said, “Who is it? Stop!”
Finally, after two weeks, the practical joker lost interest in the joke and did stop
Then came two o’clock and the phone didn’t ring
So he woke up
“Why isn’t the phone ringing?”
He discovered that the only way that he could go back to sleep was to say, “What time is it?”
Look at his watch and say, “two o’clock”
And he could sleep
He did this a couple of nights until he began to think:
“It’s two o’clock where I am
What time is it in New York? Or in Hollywood?
Or in London? Or Hong Kong? And Cairo?”
He didn’t know
So the next day, he went out and he bought himself some clocks
He got clocks from all over and he put them all over the walls
And the time was there
He knew what time it was everywhere that counted
And this made him feel comfortable
He became so interested in time that he got little egg timers and gave them away as presents
He read about time in, in books
Sidereal time: time way out in the universe
He knew what time it was on Arcturus and the Pleiades and the Milky Way
One night, though, at two o’clock in the morning, the light wouldn’t go on; the fuse had blown
But suddenly, he realized he knew what time it was without even looking
Not only in the important cities of this world, but in the entire universe
And naturally, began to brag a little the next day
He told people, “I know what time it is”
And they tested him and he did know
The Administration had changed at this particular time and they wanted to save money
So they got rid of all their astronomers, all their telescopes, their weights and measures
And they put this man in Washington in a little room
Where he sits to this day, simply saying:
“BEEP. The time now is…”

Kjell Hoglund – Rock Bottom Farm Lyrics

Rock Bottom Farm
I Vermont i USA
Där levde jag en månad utan sprit och utan tjej
Förutom lite hemjäst öl och minnen från New York
En dagsresa ungefär från Rock Bottom Farm

Jag var så trött på liftning
Jag tog en greyhoundbuss
För mina sista slantar
Köpte jag mej skjuts

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Ägaren till ranchen var en västkustmiljonär
Som i förtvivlans mod försökte leka pionjär
Han sökte i naturens sköte livets rena ström
I livmodern hos Moder Jord sin amerikanska dröm

Miljonärens kompanjon var knappast riktigt klok
Han löpte amok med en yxa när det gick på tok
Förmannen var rånare på rymmen från polisen
Och resten dropouts ur dom amerikanska paradisen

Till Rock Bottom Farm…

Allt var dömt till undergång på Rock Bottom Farm
Redan syntes högt i skyn en kretsande gam
Rock Bottom Farm bara väntade på tur
En ruttnande tumör i en döende kultur…

Me Not You – These Streets Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m losing faith
It’s hard to see
The same mistakes staring back at me
There’s a city haze
I’m sinking in
And thinking ’bout quitting here again

[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a guy on the stage wearing paper mache
And his heart in his hands

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Verse 2]
From the bridge
I see the lights
Of starry-eyed dreamers in the night
There’s a window here
That’s meant for me
And promises whispered in my sleep

[Pre-Chorus]
Heard the sound of a voice of an arrogant man
He said “New York is all over, yeah the scene is dead”
But there’s a girl on the drums getting ready to jump
And she’s not gonna land

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds

[Solo]

[Chorus]
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds
Said it’s enough
Just to be
Right here in a city that dreams

[Post-Chorus]
New York
I don’t know
How I could ever let go
There’s still love
In these streets
Right here in a city that bleeds

Cook Thugless – Lockjaw Lyrics (feat. Shyrley)

[Pre-Chorus: Jean Louis]
Lockjaw, rockstar
Jaguar can’t run from it
Cop car, cracked teeth
A smooth heart
A crowbar, out of tune, off-white (yuh!)
That’s the sound of my memoir

[Chorus: Jean Louis]
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow

[Verse 1: Jean Louis]
I’m laid back but I don’t wanna sleep, nah
Look relaxed but my heart is beaten up
There’s a blizzard in New York
Where the road at?
Been playin’ soccer with no goals, man
I’m doin’ time for all the days that I stolen
Money rollin’, rollin’ out my pocket (yuh!)
Change drippin’ out like a faucet (uh!)
Muscles are soar like they liftin’ up rockets
I’m impaired
I’m so out of focus, you really about this
I’m dysfunctional, but accomplished
Rock star

[Pre-Chorus: Jean Louis]
Lockjaw, rockstar
Jaguar can’t run from it
Cop car, cracked teeth
A smooth heart
A crowbar, out of tune, off-white (yuh!)
That’s the sound of my memoir

[Chorus: Jean Louis & Shyrley]
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow (yah!)
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow

[Pre-Chorus: Jean Louis]
Lockjaw, rockstar
Jaguar can’t run from it
Cop car, cracked teeth
A smooth heart
A crowbar, out of tune, off-white (yuh!)
That’s the sound of my memoir

That’s the sound of my memoir

[Verse 2: Jean Louis]
Lockjaw
Runnin’ out of stamina
I am just an animal
People be pullin’ and pushin’ and chasin’ on me like I’m an antelope
Laminate me, put me up on the wall
Nail my hands down and hang me
God, I am a work of art (yah!)
Lockjaw
Rock solid heart
Love drive me onwards
Comin’ in kamikaze, pilotin’, droppin’ bombs off
Tellin’ me good lord, this is a great song
Baby I’m livin’ it vividly now
Isn’t it I’m in love?
This was all for you

[Pre-Chorus: Jean Louis & Shyrley]
Lockjaw, rockstar
Jaguar can’t run from it
Cop car, cracked teeth
A smooth heart
A crowbar, out of tune, off-white (yuh!)
That’s the sound of my memoir

[Chorus: Jean Louis & Shyrley]
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow (yah!)
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road (uh!), home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow

[Chorus: Shyrley]
I watch the sunset out of my cove
The older I get, the less that I know
My feet slippin’ on that ice in the road, home gone
Frostbitten heart, watchin’ me grow

[Pre-Chorus: Jean Louis]
Lockjaw, rockstar
Jaguar can’t run from it
Cop car, cracked teeth
A smooth heart
A crowbar, out of tune, off-white (yuh!)
That’s the sound of my memoir

Abner Jay – Vietnam Lyrics

[Spoken]
Terrible things make news. Terrible men make big men. Why do think we’ve got some men in state office? Because they’re terrible! Look like you got to be terrible now to be popular. Look at the headlines of your newspaper every day, I don’t care if you from New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, or Selma, Alabama. In most cases the headlines of your papers are tellin’ you ’bout somethin’ that happened terrible. Just like before I left Denver, Colorado. Headlines on every paper in Denver where this woman poured gasoline on her husband and set him on fire while he was sleep! Now, if she had poured cologne or perfume on ‘im, and started kissin’ all over ‘im, nobody wouldn’t a never known a damn thing about it. Terrible things make news! Terrible songs make big songs!

It’s really pitiful and terrible about this Vietnam War. A young boy was in here last night. He had just been drafted. He had to go to Vietnam. And he had his little ol’ girlfriend with ‘im. And she was cryin’! Because he had to leave her behind for the front. It was hard when he left. So they left here and went down to the depot. And she was cryin’ down there, because he pulled out too soon. So he kissed her, and went off in his uniform

[Sung]
Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
‘Cause here I come

I’m goin’ away
On a far-off mission
I’ll be sailing on the deep blue sea
I’ll be back in the late, late spring
And I hope you will be lookin’ the same

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
Here I come

I don’t have anything to offer you but a baby
Not even a ring to put on your finger
But if you wait, wait, wait for me
I will return with an honorable discharge from the Navy
And I don’t mean maybe

Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby
Oh, Lord
Save me for my honey baby

Vietnam, Vietnam
Look for me boys
For here I come

Vietnam…