http://www.nathansnyder.com/the_world_a_dog.mp3
The "Doggy Song" lyrics: -------------------------------- I'd like to buy the world a dog and butter it with love I'd like to see you on all fours with the one I adore But first of all I'd like to buy you a dog and butter your doggy up with love Butter your doggy up with love Like to buy the world a dog and butter it with love I'd like to buy your angry mob and stick stuff up their butt our love is a factory and you know what I think of you and me you and me...
― Scaredy Cat, Thursday, 1 May 2003 04:27 (twenty-two years ago)
MAXIMILLION AWESOME LYRICS: -------------------------------------- A chicky chicky chicky chicky Yo this one goes out to my man Maximillion who's checkin my shit out at the Pavillion baby if you wanna get ready me and you can go go steady i can see me inside you in a couple days i can see me inside you in a couple ways hear me talking but you ain't ready so let's go out and get some fuckin' spaghetti yeah yeah baby you know what i like like your mother on the mic, baby stick it right up her crotch like to see ya get ready take a look at my notch got a mystical carpet baby, i ain't talkin' no bullshit hold on a second, gotta open my bottle of beer hold on now [beer sound effects] now hold on another second cuz, check it, i gotta get a cigarette now hold on another second cuz check it i gotta get a cigarette [cigarette and lighter sound effects] yo, that Camel light taste good, baby, in the dead of night i ain't no fuckin' devil-worshipper but i am a robin hood, now come on baby yeah come on baby yeah your mother and your father and your brother do you have a sister? mmmhmm hmmm mmmhmmm mmm mm mmm whistlin''.... listen close i ain't a beastie boy
― Scaredy Cat, Thursday, 1 May 2003 04:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Famous Athlete, Thursday, 1 May 2003 05:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Thursday, 1 May 2003 18:43 (twenty-two years ago)
http://nickalicious.iuma.com
From what I understand, Lord Custos likes it.
Lyrics go like this:
the buffalo ask how the bulls and the cowshonor on an arrow eating grass with the sparrowAtlantesians ask the Grecians if their fate was just as pleasingin our bedrooms in our sleep but we don't know it
the whooping crane whoop why the ostrich will never flybut then the sky'd be smaller and I'd look even taller (ew)the crustaceans aren't quite racing for a million years they been grazingin our ocean's in our seas but we know it
cuz we didn't show it, we just may blow itdon'tcha know that's how it's meant to bedon'tcha know it's meant to be, how it's gonna behow does it be?
*the actual full title of this song is "A Brief Dissertation on the Evolution of Animalkind and How it Relates to Humanity"...which is really just to piss people off
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 1 May 2003 18:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 1 May 2003 18:51 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 1 May 2003 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)
My French Teacher is an Alien
My French teacher is an alienWho kills us little students(Memory lapse here)And turns us into mutantsHe flies around all night In a gigantic steel shipIt’s got a thousand laser gunsAnd a rocket on the tip
My French teacher is an alien
He’s short and he’s baldBergeron is what he’s called But when he takes off his disguiseHe’s got 40 million eyesHe likes French friesHe’s got tons of spiesHe’ll make you conjugate avoirUntil your food begins to rise
My French teacher is an alien.
Pretty dope, eh? I was mighty proud of these lyrics after I wrote them, showed them to my schoolmate chums. We played this at a school party, some of the teachers were pretty amused. The music was good too, just bass and drums and guitar lead squeals during the verse, then a pause for the dramatic title reading, then during the chorus, descending guitar chords that were just one finger across the neck, moving up and down. Great.
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Thursday, 1 May 2003 19:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Thursday, 1 May 2003 20:26 (twenty-two years ago)
I have a total of 29 wasted in my living room recordings that were recorded in this manner: 1. Drink2. Hit record, play guitar3. Hit record, add second guitar or keyboard track4. Hit record, use Radio Shack ™ keyboard to manually add lame drums to "mix" if possible5. Hit record, try to sing to it6. Drink7. Create next song...
― Scaredy Cat, Thursday, 1 May 2003 20:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Friday, 2 May 2003 10:36 (twenty-two years ago)
I did something like that too (the "pattern" that is), I would drink (or smokey smoke, did plenty of that), choose an instrument, hit the record button, and hope for the best.
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 2 May 2003 11:47 (twenty-two years ago)
The Raunchy Young Lepers.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 2 May 2003 15:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Friday, 2 May 2003 17:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 2 May 2003 17:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Friday, 2 May 2003 17:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 2 May 2003 17:58 (twenty-two years ago)
while1.org/~orion/buried.mp3
― Ian Johnson, Friday, 2 May 2003 18:08 (twenty-two years ago)
― Scaredy Cat, Friday, 2 May 2003 21:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Helltime Producto (Pavlik), Friday, 2 May 2003 21:48 (twenty-two years ago)
The biggest problem for me has always been that labels want a certain amount of dedication from me which I'm not willing to give--- no pictures on the cover, no interviews, no live shows, and basically nothing but cover art and songs. Fuck that shit, right? Hard to market, though, I suppose. I can't wait until the GOOD album finds a home: "Free Keys & Chorus" (that's the one I did most recently in a studio-like setting).
― Scaredy Cat, Saturday, 3 May 2003 02:05 (twenty-two years ago)
My name is Nathan Snyder and I have problems.
― buzza, Monday, 15 November 2010 04:38 (fourteen years ago)