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October 18, 2009 |
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Sexual Math
FOUND by Erika
in NW 22nd & Glisan, Portland, Oregon
Found this piece of song writing gold on the way home from the bar one night.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
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uh...lyrics to a dumb song?
ooops, sorry. I totally see now it is an outtake from the Grammy-winning hit last year.
my bad.
"hey, we gotta drive it home...commit to ink this crazy poem...reach for my bus pass and sexual math hits the ground..refresh my browser hourly and hope to see it on "found".." I spent time on NW Everett in Portland, and would find things like this almost daily - it must be something in the rain! I thought they were rhyming about a "homemade meat stove" near the end, but I think my eyes were just burning from seeing someone try to force fruitless and ruthless together!
I've got a brand new pair of rollerskates,
You've got a brand new key.
Or rather,
I'm rubber, you're glue....
Ooh baby, I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
@Marvin...Given the choice, I'd opt for mathematical healing.
Subtract clothes
Divide legs
Add penis
Multiply
I was thinking more along the lines of "Gimme sum lovin'".
The original lyrics to Gilligan's Island.
I know my musical prejudices are showing, but I rather think that these are words to a rap, and not song lyrics. (I just don't "get" rap as music.)
Wow, this is terrible.
Now let me think, what rhymes with 'future'...
Suture, no...
Culture, nope...
Nurture, nah...
Oh yes, Kombucha! Yreka!
Joey Stinkeyes FTW.
This made me laugh, really hard. I can imagine a a group of friends and a pitcher coming up with these lines and thinking they were so clever.
Talent lives everywhere. This proves it.
FRUITLESS! I can't even tell how that fits in. Is he saying he's sterile?
LMAO Joey Stinkeyes!!!
I think this will appear on Courtney Love's next CD.
It's how he got caught? Someone's being stalked by the Good Will Hunting guy?
I think FRUITLESS refers to the kombucha. It is fruit-free. And oh so spic-ee. Bay-bee.
Whoever this is failed math, chemistry, and creative writing. At least they win at spelling.
That's my kind of math! Now remember, class: You + Me = sweaty bootknockin'.
As soon as i saw "kombucha" i knew it was from Portland.
God, how embarrassing.