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re: The pendulum has swung from D.A.R.E to this for school kids
Posted on 6/1/19 at 1:47 am to fr33manator
Posted on 6/1/19 at 1:47 am to fr33manator
quote:
I mean, what do you want?
Look, I was having fun with you because the chances of you uploading a tune to youtube and get 1,000th the traction he got are lower than my chances of buying 1 ticket and winning the Powerball. On the off chance, you are a talented songwriter and break the internet I could tell all my friends I was the impetus to the great fr33manator and you might be kind enough to comp me some backstage passes to your sold-out tour.
I simply reacted the same way I would if some tOT poster said they could strike out Cody Bellinger 3 times in a row.
In the end, a monkey can match some rhymes to a tune but catching lightning in a bottle is hard and that's what he did. If you have some lightning bottled up lay off the OT and turn it into reality. I mean that sincerely. Some of the greatest songs ever written were done in an hour or less but even if Dylan, Lennon and McCartney were in the thread and made the same claim I would call all of them on it. Even though they have done it doing it on command would be like setting a single golf ball down on the 12th tee at Augusta and letting T. Woods take one swing for an ace with a Sunday pin.
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Posted on 6/1/19 at 2:00 am to Obtuse1
quote:
Look, I was having fun with you because the chances of you uploading a tune to youtube and get 1,000th the traction he got are lower than my chances of buying 1 ticket and winning the Powerball
Granted. There are millions out there.
quote:
In the end, a monkey can match some rhymes to a tune but catching lightning in a bottle is hard and that's what he did
And he has my respect.
quote:
I mean that sincerely. Some of the greatest songs ever written were done in an hour or less but even if Dylan, Lennon and McCartney were in the thread and made the same claim I would call all of them on it. Even though they have done it doing it on command would be like setting a single golf ball down on the 12th tee at Augusta and letting T. Woods take one swing for an ace with a Sunday pin.
It’s all in fun. Don McLean wrote American Pie in less time That it takes to bake a pie.
But i’m up. And bored. And writing already.
So give me a stupid topic so I can crank it out and the send it to rest in the trash heap of the OT and then maybe sleep
This post was edited on 6/1/19 at 2:07 am
Posted on 6/1/19 at 2:12 am to fr33manator
quote:
So give me a stupid topic so I can crank it out and the send it to rest in the trash heap of the OT and then maybe sleep
Don't feel obliged to do it, as it was all in good fun.
A Romeo and Juliet story between a Westbank Vietnamese girl and an offshore baw from Houma. Extra points for a nail salon and truck nuts.
Posted on 6/1/19 at 2:16 am to Obtuse1
quote:
A Romeo and Juliet story between a Westbank Vietnamese girl and an offshore baw from Houma. Extra points for a nail salon and truck nuts.
In rhyme? For some reason i’m thinking more musical, west side story. (Although i’ve Never seen it.)
Found the tune
I’ll have it before the dawn
This post was edited on 6/1/19 at 3:43 am
Posted on 6/1/19 at 2:46 am to Obtuse1
She lived above a nail salon,
A Westbank girl from Vietnam,
She’d wake each morning before dawn,
And manicure the round eyed ma’am’s,
And her parents,
wished for her much honor,
With discipline she learned make the grades,
Though such were the demands they foisted on her,
She never learned to give love unafraid,
From Houma town a poor baw hailed,
Ignoble birth, heir to no land,
To find his fortune he then sailed,
Working on the gulf, as a hired hand,
On the oil rigs he worked,
To make his money,
And his days he passed there on the sea,
But this ain’t no promised land of milk and honey,
And he returned to this place Called New Orleans,
With a pocketful he walked the streets,
Well his soles were tired and his hands were rough,
Through the westbank strode his tired feet,
‘Til at a nail salon he’d had enough,
And he walked in,
And he sat down,
Even though he’d never done this sort of thing,
But a working girl,
In a lacy gown,
Eased his burden and made him feel like a king,
Well she spoke a tongue he didn’t know,
But his tired feet she set at ease,
And his calloused hands she tended so,
With a voice as soft as a summer breeze,
And when she was done he asked if she was busy,
But her father wouldn’t let her leave her spot,
So the boy from Houma left with head all dizzy,
And the girl from Vietnam was not forgot.
Well each time he returned to land,
He’d make his way to the nail Salon,
And she’d tend his feet and tired hands,
Til’ the callouses were all but gone.
and her English might have been a little broken,
But their conversations always brought a smile,
And they’d find a comfort in the words they’d spoken,
As some happiness they’d find for a little while,
And the chrome nuts hung from
The new truck he would ride in,
When he asked her father for her hand to wed,
But the old man would not give her to a gaijin,
And forbid him to return with the words he said,
But the nights out on the rig are cold and lonely,
And the oriental girl wouldn’t leave his mind,
And each night in his dreams he’d see her only,
As if somewhere in the stars they were aligned,
On the westbank in the same old place,
Well the girl she’d work nearly every day,
As she watched the door, waiting for his face,
Never knowing why, he had gone away,
During the nights she stare out her window and wonder,
Why the baw from Houma now did not return,
In the darkness her poor heart was torn asunder,
For forbidden love for him within still burned,
‘Til one night ‘neath her balcony,
Came the rumble of an F-250,
As the speakers played an old Cajun song,
There sat a Houma Baw, gone far too long,
And he swore he didn’t care about her father,
He just wanted to get lost in her slanty eyes,
And with the money he’d saved up he’d bought her,
A plot of land in Denham Springs and a double wide,
So that very night she left her father’s house,
And as they rolled some coal the westbank they’d depart,
And a justice of the peace made her his spouse,
And every night,
Beneath their king sized sheets,
He’d fart.
There ya go.
A Westbank girl from Vietnam,
She’d wake each morning before dawn,
And manicure the round eyed ma’am’s,
And her parents,
wished for her much honor,
With discipline she learned make the grades,
Though such were the demands they foisted on her,
She never learned to give love unafraid,
From Houma town a poor baw hailed,
Ignoble birth, heir to no land,
To find his fortune he then sailed,
Working on the gulf, as a hired hand,
On the oil rigs he worked,
To make his money,
And his days he passed there on the sea,
But this ain’t no promised land of milk and honey,
And he returned to this place Called New Orleans,
With a pocketful he walked the streets,
Well his soles were tired and his hands were rough,
Through the westbank strode his tired feet,
‘Til at a nail salon he’d had enough,
And he walked in,
And he sat down,
Even though he’d never done this sort of thing,
But a working girl,
In a lacy gown,
Eased his burden and made him feel like a king,
Well she spoke a tongue he didn’t know,
But his tired feet she set at ease,
And his calloused hands she tended so,
With a voice as soft as a summer breeze,
And when she was done he asked if she was busy,
But her father wouldn’t let her leave her spot,
So the boy from Houma left with head all dizzy,
And the girl from Vietnam was not forgot.
Well each time he returned to land,
He’d make his way to the nail Salon,
And she’d tend his feet and tired hands,
Til’ the callouses were all but gone.
and her English might have been a little broken,
But their conversations always brought a smile,
And they’d find a comfort in the words they’d spoken,
As some happiness they’d find for a little while,
And the chrome nuts hung from
The new truck he would ride in,
When he asked her father for her hand to wed,
But the old man would not give her to a gaijin,
And forbid him to return with the words he said,
But the nights out on the rig are cold and lonely,
And the oriental girl wouldn’t leave his mind,
And each night in his dreams he’d see her only,
As if somewhere in the stars they were aligned,
On the westbank in the same old place,
Well the girl she’d work nearly every day,
As she watched the door, waiting for his face,
Never knowing why, he had gone away,
During the nights she stare out her window and wonder,
Why the baw from Houma now did not return,
In the darkness her poor heart was torn asunder,
For forbidden love for him within still burned,
‘Til one night ‘neath her balcony,
Came the rumble of an F-250,
As the speakers played an old Cajun song,
There sat a Houma Baw, gone far too long,
And he swore he didn’t care about her father,
He just wanted to get lost in her slanty eyes,
And with the money he’d saved up he’d bought her,
A plot of land in Denham Springs and a double wide,
So that very night she left her father’s house,
And as they rolled some coal the westbank they’d depart,
And a justice of the peace made her his spouse,
And every night,
Beneath their king sized sheets,
He’d fart.
There ya go.
This post was edited on 6/1/19 at 3:46 am
Posted on 6/1/19 at 6:48 am to bad93ex
“Cheated on my baby” and “bull riding and boobies” are about as bad as that song gets right?
Posted on 6/1/19 at 6:50 am to Barbellthor
quote:
bull riding and boobies”
I’ve always heard it as “bougie”. Meaning fancy. A derivation of bourgeoisie
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:13 am to 3nOut
quote:
a ton of white kids singing all the lyrics to a black rapper’s country song has to be the end of racism right?
Shakes SJW magic 8 ball.......cultural appropriation
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:19 am to BGT
That song is just like my boy GEOTUS DJT. It's all in your face at #1 and you dont know why. The people that don't like it just dont like it, it pisses them off. "It doesn't belong there!!!"
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:24 am to tketaco
quote:
That song is just like my boy GEOTUS DJT. It's all in your face at #1 and you dont know why. The people that don't like it just dont like it, it pisses them off. "It doesn't belong there!!!"
You hit on a valid point here.
It isn’t particularly Clever, polished or witty. It doesn’t fit anywhere, yet is ubiquitous. The criticisms are surface ones...but it just has that Je ne sais quois
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:29 am to fr33manator
Song is good but it deals with adult subject matter. What else is there to say? It’s not appropriate for lil kids.
This post was edited on 6/1/19 at 8:07 am
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:32 am to BGT
I think it’s great. Kids are having fun. Last day of school. What’s wrong with it?
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:34 am to PeterPeterP
I remember kids going crazy over 69boyz Train Song.
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:40 am to PeterPeterP
At six years old you don’t need to know what lean is, and you don’t need to be singing along about it gleefully. It sends the message that it’s okay.
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:42 am to JPinLondon
Principal posted a video on twitter of kids singing the song after a talent show. Then Lil Nas showed up at the school and gave a free performance.
LINK
LINK
Posted on 6/1/19 at 7:54 am to baybeefeetz
I didn’t even know the line was “lean all in my bladder” until I saw it here.
Which is...codeine? That’s the thing about it. It isn’t even that defined. Half the lyrics could go one way or another.
Without a prior knowledge of what lean is they’ll fill it in with another lyric.
It’s just fricking catchy, skirting on the edge of everything without being anything.
Think about the song, “puff the magic dragon”
Which is...codeine? That’s the thing about it. It isn’t even that defined. Half the lyrics could go one way or another.
Without a prior knowledge of what lean is they’ll fill it in with another lyric.
It’s just fricking catchy, skirting on the edge of everything without being anything.
Think about the song, “puff the magic dragon”
Posted on 6/1/19 at 8:03 am to fr33manator
My life is a movie, bull riding and boobies?
This isn’t puff the magic dragon.
But like I said, good song. Just played it on Alexa.
This isn’t puff the magic dragon.
But like I said, good song. Just played it on Alexa.
Posted on 6/1/19 at 8:19 am to baybeefeetz
I thought the line was “bull riding and bougie”
Posted on 6/1/19 at 8:30 am to fr33manator
Ridin on a tractor / lean all in my bladder is a hilarious lien
Posted on 6/1/19 at 8:34 am to lighter345
quote:
Can we get a close up of the teacher in cowboy boots and jorts on the right?
That was what I noticed from that video, too.
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