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I got bored one day and a friend wanted me to make a parody of this song. But here’s the catch, she wanted it to tell the story of this girl who gets high on helium, gets hit on (and loses her virginity to) a hobo, but the hobo turns out to be Lady Gaga. ENJOY! comments please!!!

Lyrics:::

Wake up in the morning got a bad hangover
Look around, on the floor, I see condom wrappers
Look at my phone, what do i see? hobo sexting
‘Cause i got no memory of last night,

I’m talking pictures of his thang, thang
all of them are the same, same
just then my phone rang, rang
jaw-dropping, wtf what’s with this dude
maybe i should call the cops out loud
but wait it’s comin’ all back to me

just stop, make it stop
mister, please leave me alone
Tonight, I’mma screen
every single freaking call
Tick tock on the clock
But this hobo don’t stop, no

just stop, make it stop
mister, how do you have a phone?
i thought you were poor
what phone plan do you have?
Tick tock, on the clock
But i have no coverage ohhh ohhh

Ain’t got a care in world, but got helium
Ain’t got no money in his pocket, but he got a phone
And now, this hobo knows the words to bad romance
But i’m sorry dude, this won’t help you get in my pants

He’s talking bout how drunk i got, got
tryin’ to suck his WHAT, WHAT
Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk

Now, now, don’t be that kinda boyfriend
who is a phedophile
Police will hunt you down, down
Po-po hunt you.

just stop, make it stop
mister, i feel violated
Tonight, don’t feel right
i better get a test
Tick tock on the clock
But the doc told me the news NO!

oh shit, i am ticked
it turns out that aint a dick
Tonight, I found out
that was lady gaga
guess what that strange slut
stole my virginity, oh!

oh yeah, she sings to me
almost daily
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you’re crazy

With my hands up
You got me now
you have a gun
put to my head

lady gaga
just leave me alone
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you’re crazy

don’t know what’s next
is this a test?
is this a test?

Now, Rewind my weekend cause really weird

just stop, make it stop
lady gaga freaked me out
Tonight, I’mma cry
not sure what is right
Tick tock on the clock
But freak won’t stop, no

just stop, make it stop
you crazy get out my way
can’t you see you’re crazy
are you too cool
to be like me?
Tick tock on the clock
But this song is gunna end yes.

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Originally posted 2010-11-03 04:42:10. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Jazz and Poetry. It’s all about the poetry of Jeannette Obstoj who writes the bulk of lyrics for Rupert Hine. There is quite a story to this, further down.
LYRICS:
Set up – set up for the sake of a comfortable home
Too young – too young to take control
Mother’s little weapon for when Father broke the rules
He never wanted her or me
He just wanted to be free
There’s a risk and a twist
And all this from the girl you missed by minutes
On the day you were hit
Set up – every opportunity to make me like them
Set up – born into a world where I had no control
One set up leads to another
Too set up to lie to each other
And it’s all been a frame
I’ve got to change my appearance
And get rid of their name
They did it with mirrors
They did it without pain
I was set up and held up and stuffed in a cage
Don’t get up and say it was some other mother
I’m sure enough it was you that planted me
Is there anyone out there
Who can change this atmosphere
Set up – every opportunity to make me like them
Set up – born into a world where I had no control
One set up leads to another
Too set up to lie to each other
They did it with kindness
They did it with a smile
They did it all with I licence
They did it according to the rules
They did it with good advice
They did it for some reason
They did it
Well they tried

I found the instrumental jazz-cd on a fleamarket. I was convinced I found a trace of my old best friend from school. Name, provenience, looks (15 years later) and some other hints were evident. He was learning the guitar every day, back then, wanting to become a musician soooo bad. I was all excited and determined to make contact again. BUT I wanted to surprise him. I had this old wish of me, to reanimate (phantasies….) the Jazz and Poetry genre from the 60ies. Just this time not to deliver musical versions of poems, but more to bring “down” songlyrics back to the poetry level. (Still I think this is a great idea. for a niche).

Anyway, on my way home I bought a microphone for 9.90. I plugged it in my mother’s carriable cassette(!)-recorder from the 60ies, reporter model, because it would overdub, i guess as an production error. I listened to the jazz cd noting roughly where I would have how much time to add words while I copied to an musiccassette. Then went for it. I used what I found for effects. Cardboardboxes, bathtub, wollen sheets…

I wanted to improvise and set myself under pressure. So all the takes are take one always with one eye on the cd-player counting the time left. The result is defintively sketchy and was meant to be that way, thinking me and my buddy could maybe redo the thing. All 7 songs were recorded in one afternoon. It’s not really what I had in mind with Jazz and Poetry because I thought of a different kind of Jazz. But it’s getting there.

I had the tape. Phoned my buddy. Met my buddy and played the cassette to him, waiting for the surprise on his face. What I saw was utter disbelief as he is into hardrock and heavymetal, really. I felt looked at like if i was an alien materializing in his living room. He had NOTHING to do with this music. That was a totally different guy with the same name as him. In fact, he, my buddy, gave UP his musical carreer after 20 years of practizing the guitar daily and studying music in university after hid dead grandmother with a giant glowing cross behind her told him in a dream to become a healer. So he hung the guitar on the wall and became a healer !! !!!? !!

Today I had a telephone conversation with the REAL musician of the same name as the HEALER (couldn’t heal ME!) explaining that I would like to ruin his work in public. I mean, he is a real professional musician (orchestra and shit) and I’m a bloody amateur croaking over his fine jazz. THAT is the point were I have respect for the respective owner of the copyright. If HE said: No, I don’t want that, you are ruining the piece i would naturally still do it. But not go public. He was very nice (and sends me another cd) and said: “Isch mer Wurscht! Nu mache!” which translates “I don’t care, just go ahead”.

The Noises are extreme. The friend who digitalized it for me tried to fight it and gave me opportunity to add a little extra-hall now and then.

More then a Mood: Ch. Hartmann, F. Lüscher, F. Nussbaumer, D. Aebli

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Originally posted 2010-02-27 10:02:20. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

I know I haven’t uploaded in a while, but here’s my cover of “Not Afraid” with my friend Amber Craddieth. She’ll blow you away!

Rap Lyrics:
I’m not afraid of death cuz the after life sounds pleasant/
not afraid of the world cuz my soul resides in heaven/
not afraid of the dark cuz my heart glows flourescent/
not afraid of the future cuz i’m living in the present/
my only fear is that i’m gonna wake up dead tomorrow/
without bringing joy to someones hurt, pain, and sorrow/
by telling them the news that they’ve been saved by a hero/
who’s name they’re all afraid to speak but everybody knows/
but i’m not afraid to speak his name/
i’m convicted not ashamed/
he’s the fire of my flame/
ignites me so i can’t be tamed/
this is a war, not a game/
forget the glory and the fame/
i’mma fight until the day he comes back to renew his reign/

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*I make my own beats*

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