let's cook for real for real, like a tea party

I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...

Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean

OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.

--

all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...

if you're bored, I am famished

On Jul 9, 8:18 pm, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> let's cook for real for real, like a tea party
>
> I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...
>
> Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean
>
> OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.
>
> --
>
> all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...
>
> if you're bored, I am famished

The only really good song by this band:

LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

When my love
Stands next to your love,
I can't define love
When it's not love.

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

I've got two loves
I've got two loves
And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
They're my two loves...
Count them one, two loves...
Count them one, two loves.
Which is my face
Which is a building
Which is on fire

It's not love.
It's not love.
Which is my face,
Which is a building,
Which is on fire.

source-- http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html

--Bryan

Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> On Jul 9, 8:18 pm, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> > let's cook for real for real, like a tea party
> >
> > I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...
> >
> > Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean
> >
> > OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.
> >
> > --
> >
> > all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...
> >
> > if you're bored, I am famished
>
> The only really good song by this band:
>
> LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE
>
> When my love
> Stands next to your love,
> I can't define love
> When it's not love.
>
> It's not love.
> It's not love.
> Which is my face,
> Which is a building,
> Which is on fire.
>
> When my love
> Stands next to your love,
> I can't define love
> When it's not love.
>
> It's not love.
> It's not love.
> Which is my face,
> Which is a building,
> Which is on fire.
>
> I've got two loves
> I've got two loves
> And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
> They're my two loves...
> Count them one, two loves...
> Count them one, two loves.
> Which is my face
> Which is a building
> Which is on fire
>
> It's not love.
> It's not love.
> Which is my face,
> Which is a building,
> Which is on fire.
>
> source-- http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html
>
> --Bryan

Oh hell, I thought you wrote that, I was fixin to do a back flip

Ill ssscheck it out

IIiiiii fell asleep and left everything sitting out
cats dragged the steaks into the floor.

On Jul 10, 4:53 am, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> > On Jul 9, 8:18 pm, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> > > let's cook for real for real, like a tea party
>
> > > I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...
>
> > > Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean
>
> > > OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.
>
> > > --
>
> > > all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...
>
> > > if you're bored, I am famished
>
> > The only really good song by this band:
>
> > LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE
>
> > When my love
> > Stands next to your love,
> > I can't define love
> > When it's not love.
>
> > It's not love.
> > It's not love.
> > Which is my face,
> > Which is a building,
> > Which is on fire.
>
> > When my love
> > Stands next to your love,
> > I can't define love
> > When it's not love.
>
> > It's not love.
> > It's not love.
> > Which is my face,
> > Which is a building,
> > Which is on fire.
>
> > I've got two loves
> > I've got two loves
> > And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
> > They're my two loves...
> > Count them one, two loves...
> > Count them one, two loves.
> > Which is my face
> > Which is a building
> > Which is on fire
>
> > It's not love.
> > It's not love.
> > Which is my face,
> > Which is a building,
> > Which is on fire.
>
> > source--http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html
>
> > --Bryan
>
> Oh hell, I thought you wrote that, I was fixin to do a back flip

I don't write much banal pop. Mine is mostly stuff that has been
called pedagogical by people who know what the word means.
It's all on alt.punk if you search the NG for "bonobos lyrics."
>
> Ill ssscheck it out

The Talking Heads did a lot more stuff, but it was all just more of
the same, or worse.
Kinda like Steely Dan. Their debut album, Can't Buy a Thrill, was,
IMO, brilliant. No need to bother with anything they did afterward.
Oh, there were a few good songs, but no album worth buying.
>
> IIiiiii fell asleep and left everything sitting out
> cats dragged the steaks into the floor.

Bummer.

--Bryan

Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> On Jul 10, 4:53 am, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> > Bobo Bonobo® wrote:
> > > On Jul 9, 8:18 pm, ghetto fabulous > wrote:
> > > > let's cook for real for real, like a tea party
> >
> > > > I brought, steaks and wine, onion and garlice, and oil...
> >
> > > > Im so damn hungry, my doctor would say, try to eat lean
> >
> > > > OH! I have a good size bag of fresh snow peas.
> >
> > > > --
> >
> > > > all the usual kitchen basics, pastas and herbs ...
> >
> > > > if you're bored, I am famished
> >
> > > The only really good song by this band:
> >
> > > LOVE GOES TO BUILDING ON FIRE
> >
> > > When my love
> > > Stands next to your love,
> > > I can't define love
> > > When it's not love.
> >
> > > It's not love.
> > > It's not love.
> > > Which is my face,
> > > Which is a building,
> > > Which is on fire.
> >
> > > When my love
> > > Stands next to your love,
> > > I can't define love
> > > When it's not love.
> >
> > > It's not love.
> > > It's not love.
> > > Which is my face,
> > > Which is a building,
> > > Which is on fire.
> >
> > > I've got two loves
> > > I've got two loves
> > > And they go tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, like little birds
> > > They're my two loves...
> > > Count them one, two loves...
> > > Count them one, two loves.
> > > Which is my face
> > > Which is a building
> > > Which is on fire
> >
> > > It's not love.
> > > It's not love.
> > > Which is my face,
> > > Which is a building,
> > > Which is on fire.
> >
> > > source--http://www.talking-heads.net/lyrics_nonalbum.html
> >
> > > --Bryan
> >
> > Oh hell, I thought you wrote that, I was fixin to do a back flip
>
> I don't write much banal pop. Mine is mostly stuff that has been
> called pedagogical by people who know what the word means.
> It's all on alt.punk if you search the NG for "bonobos lyrics."
> >
> > Ill ssscheck it out
>
> The Talking Heads did a lot more stuff, but it was all just more of
> the same, or worse.
> Kinda like Steely Dan. Their debut album, Can't Buy a Thrill, was,
> IMO, brilliant. No need to bother with anything they did afterward.
> Oh, there were a few good songs, but no album worth buying.
> >
> > IIiiiii fell asleep and left everything sitting out
> > cats dragged the steaks into the floor.
>
> Bummer.
>
> --Bryan

can you post your music?
let's hear some of it

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