YOU GOT MILK?
lucky you ... we over here are in trouble ... our cow farmers, who indeed earn ridiculous prices for their milk (stop laughing, i mean of their cows, silly!!!), are on strike ... well, of course it is not like in a factory, because you cannot turn off a cow as simple as a buttonmachine ... so they still have to work and milk the cows, but they refuse to sell it, because they do not earn enough money. which i can understand, but on the other hand we already produce to much milk over here, so if they get more money, they’ll probably produce even more, which will be a total waste, because we drown in milkpowder. i mean i bet we could feed all the starving children with our milkoverload, why aren’t we doing that??? but that is still better than what they are doing now ... they flush the milk down the drain ... *sigh ... it is imoral!!! ... we are in deep liquidtroubles over here ... i mean if you americans think you have insane prices for gas open your ears ... a gallon is roundabout 4 liters right?... so gas is over the thumb 8 dollars the gallon over here (thanks to amy for the correction) ... i was never luckier to ride a bike, believe me ... plus it makes a nice butt, i’ve been told, i cannot see the effect yet, but i believe in it, maybe that helps. anyway, the universe moves in funny ways, and so i fell over a funny product today, that puts the whole milkshortage in a new light (MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHA - you’ll understand that laughter soon, promissed) look
here, and have a closer look on the elvis conspiracy! i love it!
so speaking of farmers, here’s your catchy tune of the day ... i confess i was tempted to post old mcdonald ... but i didn’t =D
artist: snow
song: informer (but i swear they sing farmer!!)
album: 12 inches of snow
[CHORUS:]
Informer
You know say daddy me snow me-a (gonna) blame
A licky boom-boom down
'Tective man he say, say Daddy Me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky boom-boom down
Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door
One him come crawl through through my window
So they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on I reach my destination
Well the destination reached in down-a East detention
Where they whip down me pants look up me bottom
[CHORUS]
Bigger they are they think they have more power
There on the phone me say that on hour
Me for want to use it once and-a me call me lover
Lover who me callin'-a the one Tammy
And me love her in my heart down to my belly-a
Yes say Daddy Me Snow me I feel cool and deadly
Yes the one MC Shan and the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love 'em(?) as a tornado
[CHORUS]
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
Listen to me ya better listen for me now
When-a me rock-a the microphone, me rock on steady-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me are the article don
But the in an a-out (?) a dance an they say, "Where ya come from?"
People them say I come from Jamaica
But me born and raised (in the ghetto) I want ya to know-a
Pure black people man thats all I man know
Yeah me shoes are-a tear up an-a my toes used to show-a
Where me-a born in-a the one Toronto
[CHORUS]
Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she gentle and irie
Everywhere me go me never lef' her at all-ie
Yes-a Daddy Snow me are the roam dance man-a
Roam between-a dancin' in-a in-a nation-a
You never know say Daddy Me Snow me are the boom shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in-a one cardboard box-a
Yes-a Daddy Me Snow me-a go reachin' out da top
[CHORUS]
Why would he? [repeat]
[MC Shan:]
Me sittin round cool with my jiggy jiggy girl
Police knock my door, lick up my pal
Rough me up and I cant do a thing
Pick up my line when my telephone ring
Take me to the station, black up my hands
Trail me down 'cause I'm hangin with the Snowman
What an I gonna do, I'm backed and I'm trapped
Smack me in my face, took all of my gap
They have no clues and they wanna get warmer
But Shan won't turn informer
[CHORUS]
