Some Philharmonic

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1.
Motherfucker 04:48
Motherfucka, etc. Father, mom, mammy, mama, father, daddy, pop, papa Motherfucka (motherfucka) Party pop, booty pusher, dagnabbit, party pooper Motherfucka (motherfucka) Toss it up, party boss, filibust, powerpop Motherfucka (motherfucka) Put 'em up, push 'em 'round, lock 'em up, beat 'em down Motherfucka (Your mommy!) Great big traffic Capital J A M. Take me to the party, motherfucka Take me to the party, Let me see the man Motherfucka, motherfucka. Let me see the man Show him who I am Motherfucka Do you wanna partay? Do you wanna wanna partay__? Do you wanna, do you wanna partay? Do you wanna partay? (Do you wanna partay?) Open the door, pull up a chair, and have a drug (Do you wanna wanna partay__?) Dance all night, and puke on the rug (Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?) Tell me whatcha gonna do, I wouldn't wonder if I knew Answer what I've askin' you (Do you wanna partay?) Great big buidling, Take me to the top I've got an appointment, motherfucka I've got an appointment And this is my stop Motherfucka, motherfucka I said, this is my stop And you better let me off motherfucka, motherfucka. (Do you wanna partay?) Or do you wanna sit by yourself? (Do you wanna wanna partay__?) Or do you want anarchy? (Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?) Or do you wanna write letters? (Do you wanna partay?) (Do you wanna partay?) Or renounce ideology? (Do you wanna wanna partay__?) Hang out? (Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?) Maintain your independence and sobriety? (Do you wanna partay?) Oh, I ain't waitin' in this lobby So let me in this party, motherfucka Let me in this party I got to see somebody Motherfucka, motherfucka Tell him there's a party to see you and he's waitin' in the lobby Motherfucka. Ok, motherfucka! (Mommy, I have to go potty!, etc.) Do you wanna partay? Do you wanna wanna partay__? Do you wanna, do you wanna partay? Do you wanna partay? (Do you wanna partay?) Open the door, hands in the air, face to the wall. (Do you wanna wanna partay__?) Give us the names of your friends. (Do you wanna, do you wanna partay?) Tell me whatcha gonna do, I wouldn't wonder if I knew Answer what I've askin' you (Do you wanna partay?) Do you wanna party? Do you wanna wanna party__? Do you wanna, do you wanna party? Do you wanna party? Motherfucka!, etc. Your mommy!
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White people want white noise Black people want black noise We'll take any noise we can get our ears on Some people want some noise Most people want some noise Some people listen, some people leave it and some people turn it away I gotta sound that I found that I wanna get around But there's ticks in my mix that I need to fix And the bunk in my funk that I never thunk Got a hunch its a bunch and it give me the crunch But if you listen to the clock, dickery dock Gonna make the clock tick, gonna make it tick tock And if you get up an move, move to the groove It will only improve and prove that you've Given me white noise Given me black noise Given me white boys Playing like black boys, etc. Some people got rhythm Some people got timbre Some people got hot dog Some people got hamburger Some people like classics Some people like standards Some people like spicy Some people like blander White noise People like black noise People like white boys Playing like black boys People like white noise People like black noise People like white boys Playing like black boys, etc. Whatcha gonna do to find out the time when you meet them on the street? Whatcha gonna do to to try to get across that you're talkin' 'bout somethin' to eat? Whatcha gonna do when you get up to dance to figure whatcha gonna do witcho feet? Whatcha gonna do when it's only them around and you need somebody to meet? Whatcha gonna do when you're tappin' out the time to keep from keepin' a predictable beat? Whatcha gonna do at the end of the song to tell 'em if you're gonna take the repeat? Whatcha gonna do when you're shufflin' the cards to make sure nobody cheat? Whatcha gonna do when you can't stand the kitchen, but you don't wanna get out of the heat? Gimme some white noise Gimme some black noise Gimme some white boys Playing like black boys, etc. The world is black, the world is white Together we learn how to play the piano, etc. Okay, everybody, shake hands Okay, everybody, eat breakfast Okay, everybody, go to the bathroom Okay, everybody, live in a neighborhood Okay, everybody, make some money Okay, everybody, spend it Okay, everybody, have a conversation Okay, everybody, etc. Excuse me, Carmen, would you like that on white or wheat toast? Some bitch comes up off the street asks me if I wants some white or wheat, doesn't know what color of bread she wants. I don't see what difference it makes, personally. I don't see what difference it makes. White people want white noise Black people want black noise We'll take any noise we can get our ears on Some people want some noise Most people want some noise Some people listen, some people leave it and some people turn it away Gimme some white noise Gimme some black noise Gimme some white boys Playing like black boys, etc.
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While some folks were having a me generation We went and had ourselves a we generation Some said degeneration, It was THE generation Of the Twentieth Century The folks from the Cokes and Pepsi generation Kept singin' bout my my my g- gee generation But the we generation is the regeneration Of the Twentieth Century. Now a generation is a bunch of people All born at the same time But our generation is a big generation We were all born at some point or another. Before they began to discuss generation We had ourselves a spontaneous generation And the us generation was thus generation Of the Twentieth Century. This generation went to market And this generation stayed home And this generation had roast beef And this generation had none And this generation went we we we all the way home Well, an you beat that? No I said, can you beat that? I don't think so. People talk about a blank generation Puttin' money in the bank generation Puttin' gas in the tank generation Hoochie coo and hanky pank generation People talk about a generation gap When people talk, the generation rap When people tip, the generation trap That's when people trip into the generation trap While people still talk about the past generation And livin' life in the fast generation There's a vast generation, It's the last generation of the Twentieth Century. 'Cause while some folks were having a me generation We went and had ourselves a we generation Some said degeneration, It was THE generation Of the Twentieth Century Of the Twentieth Century La la la la, etc. I don't care how old you are, but you gotta get up in the mornin'. I don't care how old you are, but you polly wolly doodle all the day. (The decadence of the decade The decadence of the decade age.)
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Rhythm Dance 03:29
Stealin', stompin', stoopin', steppin' on the floor. Readin', writin', rhythmatickin' rhythm back for more. Crackerjackin' whippersnappin', leave 'em laughin', what's been happen'in'? People like it, people like it. People like to dance People want some fun People be themselves People be someone. Tippin', toein', stoppin', goin' all the way Eenie, weenie, meenie, miney, moein' whatcha say M I S S I S S I S S I S S I P P People like it, people like it. People like to move People move to sound Sound they understand People stand around. Listen and dance to it Rhythm romance to it Isn't a stance to it Just tonight to learn the rhythm Rhythm and dance music Fission and chance music Now tonight while you've got the chance To discover Now that you listen Sizzle and dance rhythm It'll enhance rhythm Whistle the chance rhythm Leave tonight to think it over With 'em is dance rhythm Rhythm romance rhythm Now tonight while you've got the chance To discover And if you're heart beats too loud Girl, remember it's only the well of your being. We go sailing down the rhythm of the room Stealin', stompin', stoopin' steppin, sweepin' witcho broom Tockin', tickin', funky chicken, easy pickin', finger-lickin' People like it, people like it. Sizzle and dance rhythm It'll enhance rhythm Whistle the chance rhythm Leave tonight to think it over With 'em is dance rhythm Rhythm romance rhythm Now tonight while you've got the chance To discover Now that you Listen and dance to it Rhythm romance to it Isn't a stance to it Just tonight to learn the rhythm Rhythm and dance music Fission and chance music Now tonight while you've got the chance To discover Now that you listen
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God made everything He made everyone stop talking when they got too loud Tickled their tongue when they got too proud God does everything you need He makes the trees go up and down Who makes the seasons ring? Just by waving his hands Everything goes the way He wants Just the way He plans The President he's just a man Plenty of food and plenty of phones Maybe there be a nuclear war He should know I guess you had to be there The telephone rings so much you don't need anything more God has everything -- the whole world -- in His hands It's a complicated situation Rankles experts Bamboozles authorities The President is just a man and everybody else is just a man And God has everything, the whole world -- in His hands Now we're gonna hear the President talk Clap your hands Except God does everything, He does everything the President say Works by night and cleans by day Maybe there be a nuclear war Now we're gonna hear the President talk He say: (Say it!) (Say it again!) (Spell it!) Maybe there be a nuclear war__ Some people just won't have Gotta make a fuss about it, convince everybody else, and force all the others. Otherwise God wouldn't have made everything (He's so nice!) Now we're gonna hear the President California to New York He is talkin' doves and eagles now He is thinkin' like a hawk He is thinkin' Marx and Engels And he is thinkin' nineteen forty one Now we're gonna hear him talk Now we're gonna hear the President talk Don't listen what he says He's forgot his fake book lyrics Hey, take a tip from Mr. Les He is talking without listening He is seeing, not beholding The President is not the Pres. Now we're gonna see the President stumble to show he's not blind Don't know what he's getting into He just don't want to get behind If he goes, we won't go with him And if we talks and we don't listen, the President will change his mind.
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We're gonna have a real good time At the station At the station We're gonna have a real good time In the morning In the morning We're gonna sit 'n' watch the trains Watch them roll in Watch them roll away Everybody's gonna sing and dance 'Cause we're wide awake 'Cause we're wide awake
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BARKER: The iceman cometh, and the bandleader, take it away. MR. PEP: So you wanna be in pictures, that's okay. BARKER: That's old hat. MR. PEP:That's old hat? BARKER: That's old hat. MR. PEP:That's old hat. BARKER: That's okay. MR. PEP:That's old hat. BARKER: That's okay that's old hat. MR. PEP:That's old hat! BARKER: That's sold out. That one's okay. DIRECTOR: Lights, camera, action! MISS DISCREET: It's a learning experience you'll never forget. STEVE: Always with the wrong trombone! ALL: Not now, Steve! DRUNK: In the pool, martini -- balancing martinis in his hand. LEADING MAN & BARKER: He knows his stuff/his nose is stuffed. DIRECTOR: Down the hatch! DRUNK: Martini beverage in his mouth. DIRECTOR: Mud in your eye. DRUNK: Liquid inside out. BARKER: That's okay. MR. PEP: Brown-baggin' it LEADING MAN: Bound and gaggin' it. DIRECTOR: Hit the deck. MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who want to be black guys. ALL: Always with the wrong trombone. MISS DISCREET: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same. MISS DISCREET & LEADING MAN: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same. etc. DOG LOVER: I love dogs, I love dogs not, I love dogs, I love dogs not, etc. ALL: Everything that smells bad, smells bad the same. LEADING MAN: Oh, I saved MY part of the world. What happened to YOU guys? I was doin' my bit, pluggin' away. What happened to YOU? MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who ain't never gonna be black guys. You either ARE the twentieth century or you IS the twentieth century. Hash it or re-hash it. MR. PEP: I'm its greatest spokesman, its mildest critic, its mentor. MISS DISCREET: And when everybody's dressed to beat the bandwagon. BARKER: And the bandwagoneer, take 'em away. MR. CREDIT: All the white guys who used to be black guys... BARKER: That's sold out. ALL: Swing that nasty trombone. DIRECTOR: Whose band are we in anyway? STEVE: The count can't count. MR. PEP: You don't say. MISS DISCREET: We're talkin' eggheads and coconut shells. MISS DISCREET & DIRECTOR: He's got a way with words, but he won't get away this time. STEVE: Always with the wrong trombone. ALL: Not now, Steve. LEADING MAN: Later. MR. PEP: Oh... Shiver me timbres. LEADING MAN: Save ME some. I saved my part, where were YOU guys? DIRECTOR: Okay, take it from measure 49 and get it right this time. LEADING MAN: I don't know much about the '50s. History forgets itself. Even children get older. Don't know much about biology. History forgives itself. Even children get older. Shirley Temple, Tom Collins, Mickey Finn...? Tennis, anyhow?
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House 03:36
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And, God, I know I'm one Way down in New Orleans Makin' way for men of means Singin' blues and eatin' greens Way down in New Orleans My mother was a gambler She sewed my pockets shut My father was a family man He was a you-know-what The walls had eyes The windows gave The porch had a disease The dust was dark The girls were pale Some jazz hung in the breeze. It takes a heap of living in your house to make it home It takes a family man to sing a family song So, mothers, tell your children to do what she has done Let 'em live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man Home is where your house is Way down south where south is Money where your mouth is Way down yonder down in New Orleans
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People Do It 11:13
People do it When they're having sex, etc. He puts his penis in her vagina She puts her vagina around his penis, etc. Then they dance, etc.
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Gotta get down, gotta get down, etc. Get up off your seat Get up on your feet Get off on the beat You got to get up if you want to get down, etc. Everybody's dancin', time to celebrate People gettin' high, we're gonna rollerskate Get on down, get off your feet and start to shake If I knew you were comin', i'd'a baked a cake Listen to the music and you start to groove Everybody's dancin', we are on the move Ain't nobody sleepy here, we're wide awake If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake Keep your feet a-movin' till you reach the top Keep your feet a-movin' till they beg to stop Keep your feet a-movin' till they almost break If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake Everybody's dancin', time to kick those feet People gettin' down, they gonna meet the beat Guys are on the prowl and girls are on the make If I knew you were comin', I'd'a baked a cake People gonna dance until their body's sore Everybody knows it's a metaphor We all gettin' down for heaven's sake If I knew you were --
11.
Arabs We're Arabs in carriages Carriages of Arabs We collect the tariffs We prepare the spare ribs Swingin' low, sweet chariot Swingin' like the cherubs Caravans of harems Harems in mascara Harems on an exodus Harems in hejira Carried on a pilgramage Crossing the Sahara Mecca, our Jerusalem Mecca, our Paris A million pairs of bare feet scale the staircase to the terrace A million stares behold thee, And, lo, none can embarrass
12.
ELMA: Guess what? STEVE: I can't guess what. ELMA: Well, guess again! STEVE: Oh, this ain't any fun. ELMA: Guess what? STEVE: I don't know. I give up. What? ELMA:What's the beat, that's so sweet, gonna sweep you off your feet? What's the beat? STEVE: I don't know. I give up. ELMA: What's the song that the throng has just got to sing along? What's the song? STEVE: I don't know. I give up. ELMA: What's the noise? STEVE: I don't know! ELMA: What's the noise that I enjoys? What's the noise? ELMA: It's the boom STEVE: It's the boom ELMA: It's the boom STEVE: Boom BOTH: Of the broom ELMA: It's the boom STEVE: It's the boom BOTH: It's the boom of the broom It's the boom boom boom boom boom of the broom STEVE: Say what? ELMA: I told you what! STEVE: Say it again. ELMA: Oh, this ain't any fun. STEVE: Say! ELMA: Okay, okay! STEVE: Tell me again, tell me again! ALL: You got yo broom Ya gotta use it So sweep it Keep it clean If ya know what I mean ELMA: It's the boom ALL: Boom ELMA: Of the broom ALL: Broom ELMA: It's the ALL: Boom ELMA: boom of the ALL: Broom ELMA: Broom It's the ALL: Boom ELMA: Of the ALL: Broom BGD: Ya know what? ELMA: No, what? BGD: So what? ELMA: Well, what do ya mean, "so what"? ALL: it the boom of the broom, etc. BGD: Guess what? ELMA: That's what!
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I wasn't born to live this way I wasn't born to act my age I wasn't born for former years I wasn't born to live this way Wasn't born to drag your feet Wasn't born to drag the beat Wasn't born for cat drug in Wasn't born to live this way I wasn't born to stand in line I wasn't born to cut in line I wasn't born to leave the line I wasn't born to live this way I wasn't born to feel like that I wasn't born to feel like this I wasn't born to wasn't born I wasn't born to live this way I wasn't born to live this way I wasn't born to live I wasn't born to I wasn't born

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released June 20, 1983

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