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I’ve realized my life’s design has been left behind.
I placed all my dreams inside of you.
Instead of fly our hearts have died, eternally stuck in blue.
Now I’m afraid to leave a world that was just me and you.
I love you but you feel so far away.
Your touch is sweet but it’s not from the heart.
Baby, can’t stand myself, but maybe there’s no one else
That can love me like you do.
Oh, somehow I’m suppose to choose.
Should I go to BFL
Should I run to BFL
Could I be a BFL
Could I come to BFL
Be a bachelor for life…
You need to get your head out from where it don’t belong
Cause love will make you sick
And I’ve seen every color man turn yellow
When he hears his ladies’ whip
You know them freaks is only good for one thang
And then you can show them to the door
‘n just when you feel the loneliest, the loneliest,
Just go out and get some mo’
I love you but you feel so far away.
Your touch is sweet but it’s not from the heart.
Baby, can’t stand myself, but baby there’s no one else
That can love me like you do.
Oh, somehow I’m suppose to choose.
Should I go to BFL?
Should I run to BFL?
Could I be a BFL?
Could I come to BFL?
A bachelor for life, life, life
A bachelor for life, life, life,
A bachelor for life, life. life
We’re the bachelors for the life
And we’ll stab you with a knife
If you ever take a wife.
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Don’t get up
Sit down
Just relax
And be calm
When finally the pain is gone
I can convince myself there’s nothing wrong.
That this conspiracy consists of no one else
Beside myself.
Why try suicide when I sabotage my mind all the time?
I cry, blur my eyes, say it will be fine but I lie.
Why am I…
Turning away from what I should be
When all that I need has already come true?
I’ve run away.
Trying to feed the courage to bleed,
Excuses they seem the only escape to
Run away.
Wash out the stink that clings to me
‘Cause people smell though they barely breathe.
I’m standing poised against their angry sea
But I drown in my own mediocrity.
How can I decide to stand against the tide
When all have died that tried?
Curled up in me room
Waiting for the signs of impending doom,
Ka-boom.
Now that I see just what I’m to be
To fulfill these dreams they’ve always deemed see through,
I’ve run away.
Trying to feed the courage to bleed
Excuses succeed to truths that entreat to
Run away.
You say you want to change something do you?
Don’t want your world this way?
Then whatcha gonna do, do, do?
Wash out the stink that clings to me
‘Cause people smell though they barely breathe.
I’m standing poised against their angry sea
But I drown in my own mediocrity.
How can I decide to stand against the tide
When all have died that tried?
Curled up in me room
Waiting for the signs of impending doom,
Ka-boom.
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Hot booty!
Booty.
What have you taught me?
Booty.
What have I learned from you?
Booty.
Were you a discovery
Booty.
Maybe that I made to soon?
Booty.
I got lost in you
Booty.
Yet I found myself
Booty.
You gave me laughter
Booty.
And lonely tears
So I ran away, oh so far away, ‘cause I didn’t think that I needed you
I need you. I need to redeem you.
I need that satisfaction but I need more than attraction.
I can’t go back but I gotta go back,
But I can’t go back unless I redeem you.
Calling out, calling out to the booty.
Calling out, calling out to Planet Booty.
Calling out to the booty.
Oo, that booty look good… now won’t you bring it over
(Uh-huh, yeah, whatever I know I look good)
Booty.
Beauty.
Bounce it.
Calling out, calling out to the booty.
Calling out, calling out to Planet Booty.
Calling out to the booty.
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Alright everybody!
Sequin stars surround your thighs.
Bedazzler rhinestones patterns shine.
Such a nice belt buckle there’s nothing you have to hide.
So loosen up, forget your fuss.
We’re gonna get absoludicrous.
Put on your boots and party pants.
Kaboom caboose conga crazy dance.
Don’t hesitate, your smellin’ great.
Show us all how to freak, to freak, to freak.
My watch says its hammer time.
You can’t touch this state of mind.
We’re all getting stoopid
Everyone’s fellin’ fine.
Hey now gather ‘round it’s tough to be a man.
The worlds gone crazy but you gotta understand.
They may have got your monkey
But don’t let them get your goat
That little bitty billy is the one who loves you most.
Nate scat
Is everyone okay?
We’ll cook you all some eggs.
Just try to find shad and lay down.
I can’t even talk no more.
I can’t even walk no more.
I can’t even think anymore
All I know is the music coming
And its goin’ on the floor.
Goin’ out my feet
Everyone that I meet
They I’m crazy, think I’m crazy
I’m just getting stoopid !
I’m just trying dance you know its like, its like this. Check it’s like…
Boogawoogawoogawoogawowowo… no?
How about?
Brrr with my lips
And I can go brrr with my hips
And I can go brrr with my chest
And I can go brrr with the best
Yes and one, two move it up and down
Left and right, left and right very good, ready and
Pump it, pump it, up and down on the floor
Yes, yes, yes, yes, wooo yeaaaah!
That’s what I’m talking about
Oooo, yes, yes, get stooped and YES!!!
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Hi. How you doing today?
Pretty good? Alright.
So, uh, you shop here often?
It’s a nice store…
I can tell by your smell
That your fruit is fresh.
If I’m lucky then you’ll let me
Unpeel that dress.
I’m not in a hurry
Might take a while.
I might not make you want me
But I’ll make smile…
Oh, Yes I will
You have nice teeth
A perfect example of good hygiene
Can tell your mind is dirty
But your drawers are clean
When the lights go down
There’s gonna be a show
Starring you and me
And this here pile of clothes.
Mmhmm.
Dirty movie.
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it…
Laundry: White load
Ew way ew oh oh ew way ew oh oh!
You’re juicy flavor
I will savor
The juices are flowing now
And I can’t slow it down
I like me some pulp
When its home style.
I just want to squeeze it
I just want to squeeze it.
Can’t have just a sip
I’ve gotta to quench my thirst
Can’t get much riper, baby
I’m about to burst.
Your juice…
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it…
I need it, your juice.
Ew way ew oh oh ew way ew oh oh!
You’re juicy flavor
I will savor.
The juices are flowing now
And I can’t slow it down.
Juicy flavor.
I will savor.
The juices are flowing now.
And I can’t slow it down.
Aw baby come on now, there’s a coupon for this right here.
Some grapes, some strawberries, some yogurt… come on girl.
You know I got that yogurt.
Gimme some, gimmie some of that juice.
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Get them cheeks on the flo’
Get them cheeks on the flo’
I listen to you if you want me to.
Take a drink or two if that’s what you do.
Play our little game it’s what keeps us sane.
Grinding out our fears no more time for tears.
Get your booty on the flo’
(Repeat)
You are of my kind.
You were designed to move.
Your hips with me like this, like this.
Do you want to come home
And see me drone along like this, like this?
Instincts tell me to what I’m suppose to do.
Triggered from your smell feel like animal.
More than just appeal you have wounds to heal.
More than just desire I have pain to kill.
On the flo’…
Now get them cheeks…
Get your booty on the flo’
(Repeat)
I don’t think you understand
You got me in your hand.
You got me in your hand.
I don’t think you understand | You are of my kind
You got me in your hand | You were designed to move
You got me in your hand | Your hips with me like this
You are of my kind.
You were designed to move
Your hips with me like this, like this.
Do you want to come home
And see me drone along like this, like this?
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You see in the Smelly Crack, boi,
You better watch your back.
‘Cause around here we don’t mess around!
On the Smelly crack we fear no one.
Gets so crusty but we have our fun.
Try no trouble or to hurt no one.
Not respectin’ gonna meet action.
Show me the way…
People acting like we don’t exist.
Botchin’ numbers with your scientist.
Teacher tellin’ us that we’re dismissed,
Step onto our turf and you’ll find a fist.
(Refrain)
We be here a thousand years,
No intrusion and no fear.
Never wiping, simple fact,
Life gets dirty in the Smelly Crack.
Did you say what’s that smell?
I think I cracked my crusty shell.
My funk mostly hardens up like gel,
But this pile is too fresh., can’t you tell?
Walking around here
You better watch your step.
Being trapped you might regret.
You go somewhere else people get upset…
Clean the bottom of your shoes
Well it’s easy to forget.
(Refrain x2)
They say here there’s nothing to do
Well I tell you that it’s just not true.
Roll up some dookie along with your crew
And cook up a good stink, sound good to you?
It’s not we don’t like your face
People never ever, ever leave this place
And unless your ready to get down and stank
We gonna drop your ass in the septic tank, boi!
(Refrain x2)
I don’t care what you think
The Smelly Crack is where I’m from
And I love it.
They say that place stinks
But it smells like home to me, baby.
You smell that?
That’s some funky shit!
(Refrain x2)
Getting dirty in the Smelly Crack.
Getting dirty in the Smelly Crack.
Getting dirty in the Smelly Crack.
Getting dirty in the Smelly Crack…
(Repeat out)
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Come on ride that booty, booty
Come on ride that booty good.
Come on shake that booty, booty
Come on shake that booty good.
Come on bounce that booty, booty
Come on bounce that booty good.
Come on ride that booty, booty
Come on ride that booty good.
You know you got it, girl.
You they want it, girl.
Since you so great
They try to hate
And get up on it, girl.
Ain’t gotta take no lip.
Just let that bake bone slip.
Then bust that butt and start your strut
And take a little trip.
(Refrain)
You know you funky fresh,
They is a hot mess.
Be true to you and what you do
To blessed to be stressed.
Haters be dammed
No one needs a minus man.
Subtract that junk and add your funk
And spread the finest jam.
(Refrain)
Now bounce it, baby.
Don’t stop it, baby.
And slip it, baby.
And dip it, baby.
Now work it ,baby.
Don’t drop it ,baby.
Booty!
Let me ride that booty.
(Repeat)
My booty’s different than yours.
My booty’s different than yours.
Gimmie some of that…
Oh shit. Here it comes. Oh goodness!!!
Aarrgh!
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I think there’s someone here
Hello?
I think there’s someone here
Hello?
I can’t help it,
My mutations,
New creations,
Inside me that I can’t control.
Little creature,
You heal me,
But you kill me
Fresh in absurdity.
I try my best to keep it out,
Fight for control is painful.
I try my best to keep it out,
They say to take this pain pill.
I try my best to keep it out
This genesis is sinful
I try my best to keep it out
This isn’t just a pimple.
Hide away,
My decay,
Hunker down,
Lurk in shade,
It will pass,
And be okay.
The rain won’t come for another day.
Better keep it down just a little bit,
Better keep it down just a little bit,
Better keep it down just a little bit,
Or people think you talking to yourself
Ah hell, they a’ready think yo crazy.
How bout when you birth this baby?
Like Arnold, a junior maybe
A scaly you with a hue of gravy.
I think that someone’s here,
There’s someone here besides myself.
A creature’s void of fear
That speaks to me and no one else.
It lurks behind my mirror,
A flowing beard and golden vest
It ties into my shoes
And steal the beats inside my chest
I try my best to keep it out,
I feel the pressure mounting.
I try my best to keep it out,
My hair is going rotten.
I try my best to keep it out,
I can’t control its fang filled mouth
Or its willingness to breed this lonliness in me.
Deep in a crack of each mans heart
Lurks a strange beast, waiting in the dark.
It jumps to life with no control
And tears to bits what should be whole.
Ooooooh!
Hide away,
My decay,
Hunker down,
Lurk in shade,
It will pass,
And be okay.
The rain won’t come for another day.
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What happens when you hurt somebody,
What happens when you hurt somebody you cared for?
What happens when you break somebody,
What happens when you break somebody you cared for?
Spank out on love.
(Repeat)
What happens when you hurt somebody,
What happens when you hurt somebody you cared for?
What happens when you break somebody,
What happens when you break somebody you cared for?
Spank out on love.
(Repeat)
What happens when love is wrong?
(Repeat)
No more… I’m sorry’s.
No more… never happen agains
No more… this is how much you mean too me
No more, just the end.
I thought I knew myself this time.
(Repeat)
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Ya, Ya!
Nate:
Summer’s over
Losing yourself
Find a purpose
No one noticed
So insecure
Such a good actor
But you passed the bong and failed as director
You’re bound to repeat, your bound to repeat it.
Dylan:
I told myself to today
I had to move away.
What coast should I be on, can I afford the rent?
In your home I could stay
Music we tried to play.
I had to get a job. My inspiration’s spent.
If I can only find the reminders of what I expected this to be,
However I’ll defined.
What were the things you said that got me excited?
Spastically scratch my head, spastically scratch my head
The only way to find our vision
Is to overcome our indecision.
Open up myopic eyes.
The details that paralyze seem so small,
Realize that our ambitions may take a long time.
It’s been harder than I planned
But I need to finish before I start again.
Build your own bicycle
Go for a water ride
Sing in the studio
Send a rough mix to Ry
Revise the schedule
Make something beautiful
Strengthen abdominals
Strengthen abdominals
The only way to find our vision
Is to overcome our indecision.
Open up myopic eyes
The details that paralyze seem so small
Realize that our ambitions may take a long time.
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Emerging from a dense and tangled web of contradictions and sonic juxtapositions, a young man’s voice rings out to reconcile the extremes of his ego with his ideals about love and beauty– calling out to Planet Booty.
Mystical, ridiculous, deranged and sublime, the comical teases the sincere in this intergalactic adventure to the raucous epicenter of an ass-shaped planet. Back and forth we rock from the silly and the primal to the cerebral and the heartfelt. We learn of booty queens and butt cracks in one breath and insecurity and indecision in the next. Seduced by the tribal rhythms and lush soundscapes, yet disoriented by the ever-changing array of voices, we’re left wondering if these caricatures are confessional or just cartoons? Are we running towards something or simply running away? Is this intentional or does this man have a personality disorder?
A close collaboration between brothers Dylan and Nathan Germick, this ambitious debut is their first attempt to fuse Dylan’s soulful theatrics and instinctual funkiness with Nathan’s epic and introspective productions. Several years in the making, the shrapnel of obliterated genres orbit around this mutant hybrid like space junk in an alien universe that defies logic, but somehow still makes sense.
by David Rodich/Germart 2009
