What are you listening to right now?

[gypsylee]

Yeah, that's us. Me and you in the car, rocking out to some tunes. Pedro in the back seat happily playing his Switch...

[gypsylee]

He's a scary man. I remember when he caught us chilling in the park with a few benzos. Just relaxing and laughing it up. He went ballistic. But when he saw the way you looked at me, the love you had in your eyes, he knew he was defeated. Violence wouldn't solve anything. He had to let you go.

[gypsylee]

https://youtu.be/5bdC7k2Nu4s

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps, cool and slow
With plenty of precision
The back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream

I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest, brightly feathered
They are saying, forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter, there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate
Now listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the, loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meagre food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul


I'll tell you this, no eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn


I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft driven, slow and mad, like some new language

Now listen to this and I'll tell you about the Texas
I'll tell you about the Texas, radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the western dream


Tell you about the maiden with wrought iron soul

[gypsylee]

https://youtu.be/o_AQTJ83c-M


Where have you been?
Where have you gone?
And have I done something wrong?
You're the Tooth Fairy
You're like Santa Claus
You're like white noise
When I want my favourite song

Just come on back
Just come on home
It ain't super smart, to leave me alone
Light a flare, pick up the phone
I'm like a stoner babe without my bong

Are you hiding in the closet?
Are you underneath the bed?
Did you go for a long walk off a short pier?
How come you're not here?

Should I worry you've been bitten?
Or somebody got you high?
Quick come back
Or I might just die
How come you're not here?

I've heard some rumours
About another girl
I heard she's cute
But she stores nuts like a squirrel
And that's all cool
I'll wait right here
'Til you get bored
And she gets carded for beer

I'm the one
I'm just that slick
You won't find better
I'm honey dipped
There ain't a thing
That's fake on me
I miss you baby
Come home to me

Are you hiding in the closet?
Are you underneath the bed?
Did you go for a long walk off a short pier?
How come you're not here?
Should I worry you've been bitten?
Or somebody got you high?
Quick come back
Or I might just die
How come you're not here?

Has anyone seen?
Has anyone seen?
Has anyone seen where he's hiding from me?
Can anyone see?
Can anyone see?
Can anyone see? Let's play hide and seek

Are you hiding in the closet?
Are you underneath the bed?
Did you go for a long walk off a short pier?
How come you're not here?
Should I worry you've been bitten?
Or somebody got you high?
Quick come back
Or I might just die
Quick come back
Or I might just die


Writer(s): Gregory Allen Kurstin, Alecia B Moore

[gypsylee]

https://youtu.be/QxwPv4mTiCg

The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town
As she lay there, 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning 'round


At the age of thirty-seven
She realised she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised
In her daddy's easy chair


Her husband was off to work
And the kids were off to school
And there were on so many ways
For her to spend the day
She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked down the shady street
Screaming all the way


The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtseyed to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And led her down to the long white car
That waited past the crowd

[gypsylee]

https://youtu.be/qzp8I-naJOg

It was a miracle I even got out of Longwood alive
This town full of men with big mouths and no guts
I mean if you can just picture it
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass

And all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls
Staring up at the smoke and the flames
And the blind pencil seller waving his stick
Shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road
And me, if you can believe this
At the wheel of the car
Closing my eyes and actually praying
Not to God above but to you, saying:

Help me, girl; help me, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long dark curls

Some things we plan
We sit and we invent and we plot and cook up
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry
And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye
To a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes
Saying:
I gotta go; I gotta go,
The bomb and the bread basket are ready to blow

In this town of men with big mouths and no guts
The pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion
Leaping under my wheels as I careered out of Longwood
On my way to you, waiting in your dress
In your dress of blue

I said:
Thank you, girl; thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long, dark curls

And with the horses prancing through the fields,
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield;
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you
Waiting for me
In your dress of blue

Thank you, girl. Thank you, girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal
And your long, dark curls


--Nick Cave

[gypsylee]

https://youtu.be/lDlofPAOZy0

I work at home in my parents' basement
I don't troll, I make statements
I'm not a cliché sittin' in my PJs
Double cupping at lunch on a Tuesday

I'm like Drake, see? So don't hate me!
I get vexed if you don't appreciate me
Real talk, I'll put the world to rights
And when I'm a big boy I'm gonna write for Vice

It's not for me
It must be wrong
I could ignore it and move on
But I'm a Broadband Champion
A URL Badman
And if you're tryna call it art
I'll have to take it all apart
I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman

I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A URL Badman

Spectacles with no prescription
Short-shorts with conviction
Supreme palace, APC
Sizzurp in a chalice, yeah, that's so me

I'm a London white boy rapping ATL
Keyboard Warrior that can't spell
I don't like you, I think you're worthless
I wrote a long piece about it up on my WordPress

It's not for me
It must be wrong
I could ignore it and move on
But I'm a Broadband Champion
A URL Badman
And if you're tryna call it art
I'll have to take it all apart
I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman

I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A URL Badman


I like Jordans, Joyrich, DJ's screw shit
I'm as complex, Pitchfork, Winnie The Pooh shit
I'm a space ghost perpetrator
a bottom half of idolater
a check for Tyler the Creator
a blogespheric vindicator
A$AP, Kanye, XX remix
Mike Jones, Paul Wall, I need a Kleenex
I don't like girls much, they're kinda silly
Unless of course they wanna play with my willy

I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N with no empathy
I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman
I'm a U-R-L B-A-D M-A-N and you're dead to me
'Cause I'm a Broadband Champion
A URL Badman

I got a high-brow game plan
A URL Badman

[gypsylee]

On first sight, a person witnessing all of this babyish spamming would think, "I cannot believe James Berich is really 36 years old!"

Yep. That's the impression anyone gets from seeing his drivel.

He is terminally stupid, and he can slag me off for receiving welfare all he wants, but I think he claims benefits too by the looks of things.

He's actually 30 I think. Not very bright at all though.

[gypsylee]

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[gypsylee]

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