Eeeooh suck this mofo Galileoooo
Eeeooh from Venice Beach to Sunset Stripeooo
With din dongs chiming, it's all just a LA dream
Din don ding ding don don ding

Charlie D wrote: Fri Sep 22, 2023 9:44 pm Yeah but coming up with joke B-Boys rhymes is really fun.

It's true. They seemed to have a lot of fun themselves. And California's most spiritual sex machine is a bit of a one-dick pony.

How bout some fake Beck lyrics?

Disco aphrodisiac on Saturday nightmare
Blackjack hustle on a tupperware hubcap
Day-glo polyester freeze-dry the space muffins
Picking my guitar with a boll weevil biscuit

^ I like At the Drive-In, but this wouldn't be out of place in one of their songs

Pembs wrote: Sat Sep 23, 2023 7:21 pm ^ I like At the Drive-In, but this wouldn't be out of place in one of their songs

Pull out the scissors
Ergonomics on the fringe
Retribution on the edge of oblivion
A capitalist vision of gender crimes

Pembs wrote: Fri Jun 02, 2023 2:15 pm Some excellent stuff here.

Surely, though, the line in Taste the Pain (a song I'll admit to liking; sorry, etc) about headlights flashing across the bedroom wall is a nod to W H Auden. Kiedis deserves some kudos for that

Sorry to ruin it for you but Frusciante wrote that. The original mix of the song is almost entirely John singing.

Gramsci wrote: Mon Sep 25, 2023 7:46 am

Pembs wrote: Fri Jun 02, 2023 2:15 pm Some excellent stuff here.

Surely, though, the line in Taste the Pain (a song I'll admit to liking; sorry, etc) about headlights flashing across the bedroom wall is a nod to W H Auden. Kiedis deserves some kudos for that

Sorry to ruin it for you but Frusciante wrote that. The original mix of the song is almost entirely John singing.

Ah. This is what happens when you rely on memory instead of Google. Thanks for the info. Sadly, it now means that Mr Kiedis has nothing I want

Slow ballistic, grows autistic, slacked a lizard then I fist it
You can't ignore the beauty of the things that you love
Like you can't stand the hatred and the lies

Pop to the shops with my friend Mr Dolphin
Birthed in the surf of our mother the ocean
Coyote blood from the soil of California
Hipping and bopping cos I'm born a performer