Word Czar

A goofy, gleeful, garage-y little summer-in-the-city song.

Written quickly, performed approximately, and mixed barely at all, as per the demands of the genre.

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posted by DaDaDaDave (4 comments total)

Lyrics:

I'm made of legs and heads and articulations
I'm burning through my abbreviations
And I'm having a good time!
Is everybody having a good time now?
I'm out, I'm in the N.Y. sun
My clothes are burning and I've barely begun
To put this silver tongue through its paces
Now we're off to the races!

I know there's no end, I know it works out! Ooh!

Got me on the scene with a sword in my hand
That kid could be a cruiser or the Queen of Siam
And I'm talking in new words!
My baby can you handle these new words?
My hair is gone and my bones are black
It's only natural, just like a heart attack
I'm only building a platform
To get myself out of the flat form...get it? Ha ha!

I'm pretty impatient
For a witty inpatient.
Is there a title for me?

I love this city like I love my little sister
And it was seven years before my parents even missed her
I love my neighbor like I love the holes in my head
Like I love the lava that flows out from my bed
I love the way she murders me and then she makes me forgive her
We drink a can of paint and then we drive into the river*
We're thinking all the time and we're not even ashamed
My honey let's sit down and think me up a good name!
Got it! Call me...the word czar.

* I know it sounds like I'm saying "can of pee," but I assure you the substance in the can is paint.
posted by DaDaDaDave at 12:23 PM on July 1, 2009

This rocks. So good. Induces involuntary headbobbing, which has to be a good sign.
posted by umbú at 7:39 PM on July 1, 2009

Please keep posting. I'd love to hear your other stuff.
posted by umbú at 8:50 PM on July 1, 2009

as per the demands of the genre.

Damn right and this kicks ass.
posted by snsranch at 4:55 PM on July 3, 2009