"The secret to walkin' on water is knowin' where da rocks is."
--Bootsy Collins
"Hey lady, won't you be my dog
And I'll be your tree
And you can pee on me!"
--George Clinton/Funkadelic
In its entirety:
"Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles"
--Bob Dylan, "Subterranean Homesick Blues"
And, in conclusion:
"So if you wanna burn yourself, remember that I love you.
If you wanna cut yourself, remember that I love you.
If you wanna kill yourself, remember that I love you.
Call me up before your dead. We can make some plans instead.
Send me an IM. I'll be your friend. . .
. . . They think we're disposable, while both my thumbs opposable,
spelled out on a double word and triple letter score
and
[we won't stop until somebody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again and just pretend that
nothing ever happened]
We're just dancing. We're just hugging.
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of how it used to be"
--Kimya Dawson, "Loose Lips"
