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Pop City Number 12
05:03
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Today is the Very First Day of The Rest of Your Life
When you’re born, you might see a light,
it will blind your eyes with its dazzling bright.
Your umbilical cord will be cut.
Then they’ll slap your ass and you’ll cry your lungs out,
you’ll breathe some life in
and you’ll hear a shout: “It’s a little healthy baby boy”.
Then they’ll tuck you into, something nice and warm,
you’re in a state of shock, you have just been born.
Today is the very first day, of the rest of your life.
As a child, you’ll attend a school, you will learn to read,
you will play and drool.
Your mummy will love you so much.
And your dad might be strict with a constant bad mood.
He’ll slap your face for not eating good.
It will crack your whole self esteem.
Then he’ll pick you up, saying he was mad,
that you should behave, disobeying is bad!
Today is the very first day, of the rest of your life.
Life itself will zoom by as you grow,
it might get rougher the farther you go.
Gay or straight you might suffer the blow:
Of losing the one you love.
You’ll feel down down down that you wanna die.
Your employer might hate all your guts,
he’ll harass and spoil your upward path.
You might reach the point of no return:
and age beyond youthful yearnings.
Today is the very first day, of the rest of your life.
When you die, you might see a light,
it won’t blind your eyes with its dazzling bright.
You will feel an enormous relief.
When you’ve died of old age, you’ve said your last words.
Your life was taken, by the mighty Lord.
Your loved ones will await at the gates.
Then you’ll be surrounded by an enormous love,
your soul is free as a soft winged dove.
Today is the very last day, of the rest of your life.
Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen
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Noah
04:03
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Noah
Tell her what is love. To covet is a sin.
Her ultimate resolve to apply her discipline..
For no man is to love her, sincerely.
She told us she would rather be free.
The apple fell not far from the tree.
The tree was meant for life. It said so in a book.
All men will live in strife, for the knowledge that they took.
But she had all the answers, and used them.
The question that much later arose:
To be or not to be, the man?
All around the world, they sing your song.
Even Noah’s mum, she sings along.
And when they’re done, they call you:
Redeem all mankind
Noah was a man, who built himself an ark..
To escape the heavy rains, that doomed up in the dark.
In the kingdom of the jungle, two friends met.
Scorpio stung a Leo in its paw.
While the serpent wrote a tale of woe.
Jacob was in love. But the Goddess wasn’t keen.
Descending from above, was an angel making scenes.
“If you want o win her heart man, indulge me.”
“Seven years you’ll work as a slave,”
“Considering your seed will be spread”.
All around the world, they sing your song.
Even Noah's mum, will sing along.
And when you’ve reached your climax.
You’ll redeem all mankind.
Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen
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Black Lady with Blue Eyes.
You’ve got to call her and tell her how you feel
and that you Mama:
Your mum is slightly ill, it might sound corny,
but tell her it’s no big deal.
And that you’ve missed her.
Watch out for overkill.
Cause you’re alone
You look like skin and bones
You’ve gotta cheer up bubba.
Come man pick up that phone.
I’ve tried to call her, I talked to some machine.
I felt so nervous, I couldn’t say a thing.
It was the voicemail, that told me she’s not in,
just like a Spice Girl:
You only meet her in wet dreams.
Yep I’m alone.
I feel completely stoned.
I had to think of my Papa.
But as you know he’s long gone.
Mufasa…
Black lady with blue eyes. She met Prince once or twice.
You know she always played his discs.
She claimed all men were pricks.
I dialed her number, this time she was at home, was it a bummer?
I’d say it wasn’t shown. She said she’d like it: If we could just friends.
I tell you this much: “I don’t think it’s the end”!
I’m not alone.
So many grief and mourn.
I’d like to thank you muchacha.
I drift in twilight zones.
Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen
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Spare Some Change for a Brother
(hey man… whassup?)
“Hey yo brother won’t spare some change?”
“Hell you know I’ve missed the nine twenty train”.
“It’s so stupid, but I’m not what you think.”
“I might seem filthy but I’m sober and clean…”
The man had four dreadlocks hanging of his head.
By smell you’d say he last bathed in May.
Missed a night train? The guy lost all tracks.
So come on then nigga, just give me a break.
So he asked me to:
“Spare some change for brother, would you? Spare some change for a brother, would you?
Spare some change for a brother and I’ll be.... On my way. Would you?”
(guitar/ scat solo)
“Spare some change for brother, would you? Spare some change for a brother, would you?
Spare some change for a brother and I’ll be.... On my way”.
So I gave that brother: a quarter or two.
I told him: “Listen my cheque is overdue”.
Somehow I feel guilty, and he knows how it works.
But then again ‘Angel Dust’ boy. I’m chronically broke.
So I asked him to:
“Spare some change for brother, would you? Spare some change for a brother, would you?
Spare some change for a brother and I’ll be.... On my way”.
“I’ll be on my way. I’ll be on my way. I’ll be on my way.”
Get the f**k out of here man
Get the f**k out of here
Man I also work for my money
Who the f**k d’you think you are?
What d’ya mean you want my money?
Do i look rich?
Get the f**k out of here!
Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen
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The Boogie up Your Nose
04:41
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The Boogie up your nose
I don't like to wake up in the morning
with no makeup on my face.
Preferably I like my coffee with sugar,
And honey could you pass the salt.
No not the pepper near the shaker thank you darling...
Some toast?
You know I hate it when you pick on your nose and smear it underneath,
My ten thousand dollar velvet underwear I've purchased in Armani's in downtown.
Woman, good man, woman, good man.
There's a boogie up your nose,
Dangling down your nostril,
It's as disgusting as your toes.
Why don't you blow your horn and get your boogie down.
Good morning my name is Rita
and I'm your surrogate for today.
Possibly a pop quiz will be given,
About the history of Africa, so
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up your bibles and pray.
To start the lesson here's a question little devils: who was Shaka Zulu?
and did he, marry Lulu in Honolulu just to fuck her in a penthouse in uptown?
Woman, good man, woman good man.
There's a boogie up your nose...
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The Hitcher
04:32
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The Hitcher
He was driving alone, the night was cold and wet.
The radio was on, it played a Johnny Burnette..
Radio 10 FM and ‘Radio Gaga’ by Queen.
Commercial break: ‘Soap Flakes’, that’s when he noticed a sheen.
The glitter in the blackness of her skin, so pretty it was almost a sin.
Her dress accentuated her thighs, he was oblivious of her disguise.
He pulled over the car, and put the gear in reverse.
It seem so bizarre, as he was driving a hearse:
Driving home from work, a silent job on the side.
The hitcher hopped in smiling, sat beside him astride.
Indeed she could have portrayed a dream,
she whispered: “Hi” and suddenly screamed.:
“I wanna go home and I’m cold”, so he leant her his Burberry coat.
He dropped her of home, she was so much obliged.
She said she’ll phone, she would find him online.
He said: “OK that’s fair just keep an eye on the coat”.
She nodded yes got out and left an odor of oats.
It seemed it was just too good to be true,
a warm sensation dripped in his shoe.
Apparently he pissed in his pants:
The dude was completely in LOVE!!!
He knocked on a door, it took him weeks to locate.
A hell of a chore. The pride had him inflate.
An elder lady grinned: “ come in would like a cup of tea?”
He said: “ No thanks, I’m fine. I’ve to come to get my coat and flea.”
He told her what had happened that night, the hitcher in a terrible plight.
Trying to keep the story curtail. He noticed the old lady turned pale.
The hitcher he had picked happened to be the old lady’s girl.
Her daughter perished in car crash exactly; two years ago.
The elder lady showed him the grave, as her visitor began to rave.
He found his coat on the grave.
He found his coat on the grave
He found his coat on the grave
Words and music by: Vincent van Hessen
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8. |
Yaponsa
04:25
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Yaponsa - Traditional
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9. |
Air
04:15
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