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    That was fun, JP. I like Macklemore and you've gotta love that mooseped, lol.

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    Thanks - I enjoyed that! Nice way to start the day. lol
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    So, I've been listening to my "rap" channel on pandora every few days and there's an Eminem song that has caught me. Godzilla. (lyrics below. Good god this guy sings so fast he makes the fedex commercial guy from 40 years ago seem like a rank amateur.) It's taken me a few dozen times listening to even start to understand the song. I definitely won't be trying this one at karaoke anytime soon, if ever...

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_0JjYUe5jo

    I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
    Better hit the deck like the card dealer
    My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party
    A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The
    Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania
    Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up
    Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
    If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut
    Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey)
    In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
    Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy)
    This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
    Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames
    They cannot tame or placate the (ayy)
    Monster
    You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
    I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
    When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
    I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
    Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
    Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
    Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
    Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
    I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
    Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off
    It's impossible to list 'em all
    And in the midst of all this
    I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball
    Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
    Risperdal, voices whisper
    My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
    This is just the song to go ballistic on
    You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher
    I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
    Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka
    When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a
    Monster
    You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
    I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah)
    When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
    I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
    Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
    Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
    Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
    Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet
    If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
    'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
    I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is
    The mother****in' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam)
    How can I have all these fans and perspire?
    Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
    And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire
    These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier
    I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers
    What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw
    'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack
    Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink
    Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
    'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake)
    Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too mother****in' stingy for Cher
    Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care
    But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her
    Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
    Christian Rivera
    'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair
    Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry
    'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry
    Carry a Merriam mother****in' dictionary
    Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious
    It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
    We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
    Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)
    Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
    Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil
    That means take a back seat
    Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
    Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people
    Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle
    I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
    Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em
    Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
    I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
    I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
    I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their ****in' bodies in the lake
    Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade
    I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
    But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway
    'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
    I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
    You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me
    You don't want to be the enemy of the demon
    Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be
    Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
    When I'm in the vicinity, mother****er, you better duck
    Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
    A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
    I'm 'bout to ****in' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable
    You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
    I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
    I'm on the toilet bowl
    I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
    I'm not afraid to pull a-, man, stop
    Look what I'm plannin' (haha)

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    That's crazy--rap is definitely an art form all its own. But when it comes to rap, I'm sorry to admit that I appreciate a slightly more "highbrow" form of it. These are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs currently and definitely on my standard to-go and cleaning playlists:

    How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
    And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
    In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
    In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
    The ten-dollar founding father without a father
    Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
    By being a lot smarter
    By being a self-starter
    By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
    And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away
    Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up
    Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of
    The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter
    Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
    Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
    Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
    And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
    Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
    Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
    Get your education, don't forget from whence you came
    And the world is gonna know your name
    What's your name, man?
    Alexander Hamilton
    My name is Alexander Hamilton
    And there's a million things I haven't done
    But just you wait, just you wait
    When he was ten his father split, full of it, debt-ridden
    Two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden
    Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick
    And Alex got better but his mother went quick
    Moved in with a cousin, the cousin committed suicide
    Left him with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside
    A voice saying, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"
    He started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf
    There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
    He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
    Started workin', clerkin' for his late mother's landlord
    Tradin' sugar cane and rum and all the things he can't afford
    Scammin' for every book he can get his hands on
    Plannin' for the future see him now as he stands on
    The bow of a ship headed for the new land
    In New York you can be a new man
    In New York you can be a new man (just you wait)
    In New York you can be a new man (just you wait)
    In New York you can be a new man
    In New York, New York
    Just you wait
    Alexander Hamilton
    Alexander Hamilton
    We are waiting in the wings for you
    Waiting in the wings for you
    You could never back down
    You never learned to take your time
    Oh, Alexander Hamilton
    Alexander Hamilton
    When America sings for you
    Will they know what you overcame?
    Will they know you rewrote your game?
    The world will never be the same, oh
    The ship is in the harbor now
    See if you can spot him (just you wait)
    Another immigrant comin' up from the bottom (just you wait)
    His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him
    We, fought with him
    Me, I died for him
    Me, I trusted him
    Me, I loved him
    And me, I'm the damn fool that shot him (shot him, shot him)
    There's a million things I haven't done
    But just you wait
    What's your name, man?
    Alexander Hamilton
    Source: LyricFind
    Songwriters: Lin-Manuel Miranda
    Alexander Hamilton lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc
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    ok, at 8 years old this certainly doesn't meet my definition of new, but it's just such a weird video that I just had to share. I first discovered this a little over a year ago when I read a tweet, not understanding it, that read something like "What does the fox say? 'Lou Dobbs, you're fired.'" and had to dig deeper to understand what on earth the tweet was referencing.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE

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    Okay--I don't listen to music for lyrics; it's all instrumental to me. If I want words---I'll read. But yeah---some people want poetry or prose, set to musical instruments that don't get in the way of the message. See? It was funny how in the 60's, rock music made a departure from the sappy sentimental lyrics of popular music, to enigmatic abstract lyrics, that we were supposed to interpret after smoking some of that stuff. "Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dogs eye", instead of "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Meee-shell; I wanna hold yo' ham!". But yeah---it's all instrumental--even the vocals, to me. The sound is king. Yup. See?2022-07-22 (8).jpg

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    Quote Originally Posted by jp1 View Post
    ok, at 8 years old this certainly doesn't meet my definition of new, but it's just such a weird video that I just had to share. I first discovered this a little over a year ago when I read a tweet, not understanding it, that read something like "What does the fox say? 'Lou Dobbs, you're fired.'" and had to dig deeper to understand what on earth the tweet was referencing.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jofNR_WkoCE
    I love it!

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    Okay----My favorite tune o' the day is a recent(10 years or so) instrumental cover of a pop song I actually detested 40 years ago. But now--it's been made good. It's called: "One Hundred Ways", performed by the Joey DiFrancesco Trio. Joey was a prodigy and master of the Hammond Organ, who left us, recently. Yup. Several versions are on utube.

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    A friend just sent me this. I donít know that it will become one of my long term favorites but it definitely brought me a moment of joy. Iím not sure what I liked more. That thereís someone out there in the world who raps about cats, or that he also has a bald cat furry friend who agreed to be in a video.
    https://youtu.be/W3FCv7X2EZQ

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