Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Cookie Jar

And I would turn on the TV, but it's so embarrassing,
To see all the other people, I don't know what they mean.
And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound,
But now this world is gonna hurt.
You'd better turn that thing down.
Turn it around.

"Well, it wasn't me," says the boy with the gun,
"Sure I pulled the trigger, but it needed to be done,
Because life's been killing me ever since it begun.
You can't blame me, 'cuz I’m too young."

"You can't blame me; sure the killer was my son,
But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun.
It's the killing on this TV screen.
You can't blame me; it's those images he's seen."

"Well, you can't blame me," says the media man,
"Well I wasn't the one who came up with the plan.
And I just point my camera what the people want to see.
Man, it's a two-way mirror and you can't blame me."

"You can't blame me," says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he bases life on.
"It's only entertainment and as anyone can see,
Its smoke machines and make up man, you can't fool me."

It was you, it was me, it was every man.
We've all got the blood on our hands.
We only receive what we demand,
And if we want hell, then hell's what we'll have.

And I would turn on the TV, but it's so embarrassing.
To see all the other people, don't even know what they mean
And it was magic at first, but let everyone down,
And now this world's gonna hurt.
You'd better turn it around.
Turn it around.

Cookie Jar - Jack Johnson

4 Comments:

At 8:41 am, Blogger M. said...

It's true, and it's very relevant. But I'm still going to qualify this as a lazy blog.

 
At 4:45 pm, Blogger J. Murphz said...

That is one of my favourite songs and is oh so true.

 
At 9:48 pm, Blogger Ishmoo said...

from now on...whenever someone posts a song...i wil lcomment with a song

The Ass

[Pharoahe]
Fuck it I shagged her, without the use of dissolve Viagra
Had her comin like Niagara Falls when I bagged her
on the cellular my genitalia pitched the pelvis
Uh-huh, when her hips gyrate like Elvis
She tried to scurry hurry to finish very alone
Tell my doggs what's necessary bout how I bury the bone
She said (When you ready to blast, don't ask, say when)
Had her screamin like lightin a nuke when I was halfway in
In the past I used to send em back, give em the minimum
Now I leave em with venom on they chin when I'm bendin em
Y'all know the name - get it engraved, sex slave
Stadium style, from the back, ass doin the wave (HEY!)
Yellin to me is a felony
Hell'll be froze over when I celebrate celibacy, case closed
My Dick Rules Everything Around Me, D.R.E.A.M., get the ass
without spendin the cash now, look at em
Standin tall with the veins all in it
Nuts ripped up with the brain all in it
My man Mike to see more Dick than Dastardly and Van Dyke
together help me make it through the pain struggle and the bad weather
Yo, be on your way on your lesbian quest
I'm chillin at the rest with Five Fingers of Death (uh-huh)
and a whole lot of cash
'Specially if y'all sisters ain't up in the..

The Ass - Pharoahe Monch

 
At 2:54 pm, Blogger Piggles said...

YEIISSSS...RAAAAAAAAH....TUNEEEE LIKE BUSSSHHHH! I MUST go play that now!

 

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