SoTD: Song of The Day

It’s poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
She blinded me with science
And failed me in geometry

When she’s dancing next to me
(Blinding me with science)
(Science)
Science
I can hear machinery
(Blinding me with science)
(Science)
Science

It’s poetry in motion
And now she’s making love to me
The spheres are in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology

When I’m dancing close to her
Science
I can smell the chemicals
(Blinding me with science)
(Science)
Science

It’s poetry in motion
And now she’s making love to me
The spheres are in commotion
The elements in harmony
She blinded me with science
She blinded me with science
And hit me with technology

Good heavens, Miss Sakamoto
You’re beautiful

I, I don’t believe it
There she goes again
She’s tidied up and I can’t find anything
All my tubes and wires
And careful notes
And antiquated notions
But, it’s poetry in motion
And when she turned her eyes to me
As deep as any ocean
As sweet as any harmony
Mmm, but she blinded me with science
She blinded me with science
She blinded me with

Artist: Thomas Dolby
Album: The Golden Age Of Wireless
Release Date: 1982

Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking ‘em up and knocking ‘em down
Living out a fantasy
There’s a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don’t let it be wrong
Don’t let it be right
Get in his way
You’re dead in his sights

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin’ up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain’t wise they’ll cannibalize
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Preyin’ in the human zoo
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

(Show down…!)

Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot

Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later

Big gun kick the hell out of you

Artist: ACDC
Album: Last Action Hero Soundtrack
Release Date: 1993

You wore out a brand new trunk
Packin’ and un-packin’ your junk
Your daddy’s mad; He’s done got pee-eeved
You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

You’re gonna change your way of livin’
Change the things you do
Stop doin’ all the things that you oughten too
Your daddy’s mad; He’s done got pee-eeved
You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

This ain’t right and that is wrong
You just keep naggin’, all the day long
Its gotta stop, I don’t mean plea-ease
Now, You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

The way to keep a woman happy
And make her do what’s right
Is love her ev’ry mornin’, bawl her out at night
Your daddy’s mad; He’s done got pee-eeved
Now, You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

Ev’ry time you get mad
You pack your rags and go back to dad
You tell him lies he don’t belie-ieve
Now, You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

You’re gonna change your way of livin’
Change the things you do
Stop doin’ all the things that you oughten too
Your daddy’s mad; He’s done got pee-eeved
You’re Gonna Change or I’m a-gonna leave.

Artist: Hank Williams
A;bum: Wanderin’ Around
Release Date: 1961

“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot’s dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I’d studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy”
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

“What’s the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh
I couldn’t understand
I never understood, don’t fuck with me, uh-huh

Artist: R.E.M.
Album: Monster
Release Date: 1994

One, two boys by the river
Down by the water
Tellin riddles in the dark
With fireflies under the moonlight
Carvin’ the insides of a tree with a knife
Ever hear the one about the boys big sister
His best friend come along
He tried to kiss her

The only difference
That I see
Is you are exactly the same
As you used to be

One boy lives in a tower
With bow and arrow
And the artificial heart
With his girl
Maid of dishonor
He loaded the cannon
With a jealous appetite
They say that children now
They come in all ages
And maybe sometimes old men die
With little boy faces

The only difference
That I see
Is you are exactly the same
As you used to be

The only difference
That I see
Is you are exactly the same
As you used to be
You always said that you needed some
But you always had more, more than anyone

The only difference
That I see
Is you are exactly the same
As you used to be

The only difference
That I see
Is you are exactly the same
As you used to be

Artist: The Wallflowers
Album: Bringing Down The Horse
Release Date: 1996

I’m with this
I’m just gonna sit here laid back to this nice mellow beat, you know
And drop some smooth lyrics
Cause it’s â’88
Time to set it straight, knowwhatI’msaying
And ain’t no half stepping
Word
I’m ready

Rappers stepping to me they want to get some
But I’m the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory
They can’t get with me
So pick a BC date cause you’re history
I’m the authentic poet to get lyrical
For you to beat me, it’s gonna take a miracle
And, stepping to me, yo that’s the wrong move
So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?
Competition I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn
I got it good, now let me tell you who I am
The B-I-G D-A-double D-Y K-A-N-E
Dramatic, Asiatic, not like many
I’m different, so don’t compare me to another
Cause they can’t hang, word to the mother
At least not with the principal in this pedigree
So when I roll on you rappers, you better be
Ready to die because you’re petty
You’re just a butter knife, I’m a machete
That’s made by Ginzu, wait until when you
Try to front, so I can chop into
Your body, just because you try to be basing
Friday the 13th, I’mma play Jason
No type of joke, gag, game, puzzle or riddle
The name is Big Daddy, yes Big not little
So define it
Here’s your walking papers, sign it
And take a walk
As the Kane start to talk, cause…

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

My rhymes are so dope and
The rappers be hoping
To sound like me, so soon I’ll have to open
A school of MCing, for those who want to be in
My field in court
Then again on second thought
To have MC’s coming out sounding so similar
It’s quite confusing for you to remember
The originator, and boy do I hate a
Perpetrator, but I’m much greater
The best oh yes I guess suggest the rest should fess
Don’t mess or test your highness
Unless you just address with best finesse
And bless the paragraph I manifest
Rap prime minister, some say sinister
Non-stopping the groove, until when it’s the
Climax, and I max, relax and chill
Have a break from a take of me acting ill
Brain cells are lit, ideas start to hit
Next the formation of words that fit
At the table I sit, making it legit
And when my pen hits the paper, ahh shit!
I stop and stand strong over MC’s
And devour with the power of Hercules
Or Samson, but I go further the length
Cause you could scalp my cameo and I’ll still have strength
And no, that’s not a myth, and if you try to riff
Or get with, the man with the given gift of gab
Your vocab, I’ll only ignore
Be sleeping on your rhymes till I start to snore
You can’t awake me, or even make me
Fear you, son, cause you can’t do me none
So, think about it if you’re trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that…

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

Ain’t no half-steppin’
I’m the Big Daddy Kane

I appear right here and scare and dare
A mere musketeer that would dare to compare
Put him in the rear, back there where he can’t see clear
Get a beer, idea or near stare, yeah
So on to be want to be competition
Trying to step to me — must be on a mission
Up on the stage is where I’mma get you at
You think I’m losing?
Psst, picture that…

Ain’t no half-steppin’
Ain’t no half-steppin’
Ain’t no half-steppin’
Mister Cee, step to me…

The name is Big Daddy, you know, as in your father
So when you hear a def rhyme, believe that I’m the author
I grab the mic and make MC’s evaporate
The party people say, damn…that rapper’s great
The creator conductor of poetry
Et cetera, et cetera, it ain’t easy being me
I speak clearly so you can understand
Put words together like letter, man
Now that’s dictation, proceeding to my innovation
Not like the other MC’s, who are an imitation
Or an animation, a cartoon to me
But when I’m finished, I’m sure that you are soon to see
Reality, my secret technique
Because I always speak with mentality
I put my title in your face, dare you to base
And if you try and come get it, yo I’mma show you who’s with it
So if you know like I know, instead of messing around
Play like Roy Rogers and slooow doown
Just give yourself a break, or someone else will take
Your title, namely me, cause I’m homicidal
That means murder, cause I’m about to hurt a-
Nother MC, that try to get with me
I’ll just break him and bake him and rake him
and take him and mold him and make him
Hold up the peace sign…

Assalam Walaikum!

Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Album: Long Live The Kane
Release Date: 1988

Have a little love on a little honeymoon
You got a little dish and you got a little spoon
Little bitty house and a little bitty yard
Little Bitty dog and a little bitty car

Little hometown or a big ol’ city
Might as well share, might as well smile
life goes on for a little bitty while

A little bitty baby and a little bitty gown
It’ll grow up in a littly bitty town
Big yellow bus and little bitty books
It all started with a littly bitty look

Well it’s alright to be little bitty
Little hometown or a big ol’ city
Might as well share, might as well smile
life goes on for a little bitty while

You know you’ve got a job and a little bitty chick
Six-pack of beer and a television set
Little bitty world goes around and around
Little bit of silence and little bit of sound

A good ol boy and a pretty little girl
Start all over in a little bitty world
Little bitty plan and a little bitty dream
It’s all part of a little bitty scheme

Well it’s alright to be little bitty
Little hometown or a big ol’ city
Might as well share, might as well smile
life goes on for a little bitty while

Well it’s alright to be little bitty
Little hometown or a big ol’ city
Might as well share, might as well smile
life goes on for a little bitty while

Artist: Alan Jackson
Album: Everything I Love
Release Date: 1996

I spend a lot on all the clothes that I got
Cuz all the geeks that I meet, they all look cooler than me
What to do when they’re all looking at you
Cuz you’re the freak of the week, cuz you’re on the TV

Can you make me a promise
Stop it before we begin
Will you hold onto my head
If I ever lose it again

I’ve got a shrink, I swear he’s Elvis
I think He wears the coolest suede shoes,
when I come in with the blues
He thinks it’s all about culture and art, but
the truth of it is, that it rips me apart

Can you make me a promise
Stop it before we begin
Will you hold onto my head
If I ever lose it again

Tell me I sold out
Tell me I sold out go ahead

Tell me I sold out
Tell me I sold out go ahead

Tell me I sold out
Tell me I sold out go ahead

Tell me I sold out
Tell me I sold out go ahead

Can you make me a promise
Stop it before we begin
Will you hold onto my head
If I ever lose it again

Artist: Marvelous 3
Album: Hey!
Release Date: 1998