Monday, September 08, 2008

(this entry's just) 312 words long

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song's song's song's song's song's song's song's song's song's song's song song's song's song's song's song's song
just just just just just just just just just just just just just just just just just
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Couldn't
think
of of of of of
any any any
lyrics lyrics lyrics
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I I I I I I I I I I I I
Never
Wrote
the
So so so So so
I'll I'll I'll
sing sing sing
old
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come
to To to to to To to to To to to
mind mind
child child child child
You You you You
really really
need need
Whole
lotta lotta
rhyming
gotta gotta gotta gotta
rhyme rhyme
many
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do do do do do do
it it it it it it it it it it
right
know know know
you're
probably
sore
'Cause
didn't didn't
write
more
get
complete
that's
why
repeat
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money money money
They
pay
me me
ton
They're
payin'
plenty plenty
fill fill
time time time
Three
minutes
worth
how
will
much
?
throw
in
solo solo solo solo solo
here here
got got
nothing
say
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I'm
recording
anyway
if
put
my
could
find
good
have
music music music
catchy
has
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‘em
over over over over over over over over over over over over over
again

5 comments:

Chris said...

Kind of reminds me of some 5 page term papers I submitted in high school. Teachers were not amused.

feldman, dana's robot said...

I am a robot. I do not understand this human contrivance known as lyrics. Unless of course they are rap lyrics, which all robots identify with. Here is a rap song I wrote yesterday:

They call me the Botty Mouth, the Masta B.
People see my metal and wanna be me.

I rhyme, I chill, I give you a thrill.
I obey. I stay. [pause] Then I roll away.

I'm powered by voltaics of the photo variety.
I don't fit N 2 your effin' 'burban society.

I don't wear pants. I don't silly-dance.
I shizzle and I fizzle and I boom-boom ba-dizzle.

They call me the Botty Mouth, the Masta B.
People see my metal and wanna be me.

They call me the Botty Mouth, the Masta B.
People see my metal and wanna be me.

People see my metal and wanna be me.
(People see my metal and wanna be me.)
((People see my metal and wanna be me.))


PEOPLE SEE MY METAL AND THEY WANNA BE ME!

palinode said...

chris - Your teachers need their humours expanded.

feldman - That is some fine Aqua Teen Hunger Force-style rapping. You should leave Dana and move to California, where your fortune awaits. Your robo-fortune.

lotus07 said...

'Node'...you need to cut back on the caffine.

palinode said...

lotus07 - I was going to post they lyrics, but the song fell apart on me.