APRIL 2013: POST UPDATED WITH CORRECT LYRICS!
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To commenter Mikey B: My most grateful and eternal thanks. I have emended your lyrics based on what I hear on the record.
You don't need to think about Popcorn anymore
Popcorn has gone to New York
And he said we had to stop and get some popcorn
And he said that this was right
This could be bright in his hipknifing whirl
So he claimed
So he claimed
Sometimes we mistake you for Iron
Iron raw and iron fast
Eyelined wallpaper, your pressurized frame
Your Epileptone game of lights
Lights sights and fads -- lights sights and fads
Pads of hypnotized lads
Gods of living
Giving you your worth, space and girth [some lyrics missing?]
Wow! You're such a lucky boy
Wow! You're such a lucky boy
Could it be man?
Could it be man?
Could it be mine?
Will you ever hit the forest
Can you never fight the fame?
Cherish your ways of excellence popcorn boy popcorn boy
Ravish your ways of excellence popcorn boy popcorn boy
Your girlie
She wears her woolen tights on so you can play the flirt
She wears a woolen dress too so you can see right through
She suffers your pressure your daring lack of dirt
She mutters her leisure which is your skin tight shirt
Love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is love is love
by Lora Logic (1979)
Lora Logic as a mom with 2 adorable kids!
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4 comments:
What's the deal with this song? The lyrics have never been published? Just from listening to the snippet on iTunes, I hear either "pleasure" or "pressure" in the line before "murders the leisure". Pleasure is a better rhyme.
The lyrics may have been published sometime, somewhere (likely in England), but they are not now online in any of the 5,478 (approx.) lyrics web sites.
I'm thinking about posting the full mp3 here, so watch this space.
I have the Album "Beat Rhthym News" which has the song lyrics on the sleeve.
So the Lyrics are actually...
You don't have to think about popcorn anymore
Popcorn has gone to New York.
And he said we had to stop and get some popcorn
And he said that this was right
this could be bright in his hipknifing whirl.
So he claimed (so he claimed).
Sometimes we mistake you for Iron
Iron raw and iron fast
Eyelined wallpaper, your pressurized frame
Your Epileptone game of lights
Lights sights and fads---lights sights and fads
pads of hypnotized lads
Gods of living
Giving you your worth, space and girth
Wow!! You're such a lucky boy
Wow!! You're such a lucky boy
Could it be man?
Will you ever hit the forest
Can you never fight the fame?
Cherish your ways of excellence popcorn boy
Ravish your ways of excellence popcorn boy popcorn boy
Your girlie
She wears her woolen tights on so you can pull them off
She carries a woolen dress too so you can see right through
She suffers your pressure your daring lack of dirt
She mutters her leisure which is your skin tight shirt.
Love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is lust is self is love is love is love??
Mikey, thanks!!!!!!
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