I’ve voted for a few people that I’ve never voted for in this Fu. You were well on your way to possibly getting votes from me.

PS: Joining TMA is a good idea…not for votes…but because it rocks.

He might take all your sugar.
Maybe he will steal your eggs.
He’ll get in your freezer
and remove your severed heads.

Of course, ‘remove your chicken legs’ actually rhymes and makes sense, so I can certainly understand why it’s there instead of severed heads. It just surprised me the first time I listened.

I liked the way ‘Recipe for a Bad Man’ came out. I wouldn’t get frustrated. It’s all a process. The voting, while a fun distraction, misses the point for at least my reason for being in the Fu. It helps give Al and I structure to actually finish some product, instead of tinkering with things forever. It also has allowed me to meet several dozen new friends can colleagues who know what it’s like to create and produce songs. That’s pretty cool. It would be disappointing if you stop participating because of a lack of votes.

Bottom line. There are now 5 songs out there that would not exist that we created as a direct result of Song Fu. Now, the quality of them can be up for debate, but I’m pretty happy with the final product. I still want to tweak each one, but I’m learning to let it go and move on to the next project.

This one was a tough Fu to vote – lots of great candidates. I’m on my 3rd cycle through listening, and have some favorites, but there’s a good 10 that could get a vote. I’ll give it another listen and have to pick tonight…

Tom

I believe they are excellent musicians, who I expect will develop into fully-fledged musical ass-kickers in a few more years.

So yeah.
I think that’s the only time I have had much to say about anyone in SongFu.

(you know … since it’s not a pirate who is singing the song. We’ve already got cookie stealing ninjas in this round, Caleb 😉 yay!)

My week has not been fine
There’s no rules for how to write me life
Stick to facts, go back to practice
… still all this distraction;

lies in wait to glaze me-make me crazy
although no mistakes are made –
so who’s to say?

It’s morning / it’s nighttime
-a cup of do-or-die
-flask of hello/goodbye
-a tablespoon of
why shouldn’t I?

As for him and I –
we’re fine
and I think we might be tied up tight enough to get by …
but who’s complaining – what’s underneath my frosting’s not really what’s advertized

Why shouldn’t I
add the spice / a cup of do-or-die
a dash of hello-goodbye
Why-not-why
… shouldn’t I?

Why shouldn’t I
add some spice
a cup of do-or-die
just tell me why
-try to make something from a recipe
out of this thing

Why shouldn’t I?
-mixed up like marmalade inside
while I try to hide myself in plain sight
it’s sticky in my mind
the complictations: clinging singing circles and I close my eyes
and it stays…
my duality

http://spintown79.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-fu-6-round-3-review.html

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(Godz Pooldz Jamz, all right!)

Take 4 tablespoonz of moxi, add a dash of self effacement (Oh yeah)
Slather on some Autotune from the computer in the basement (Oh yeah)
A truck load of groupies caramelized with tabloid rumor
Shredded guitar cooked under pressure with some humor (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Stew in savory suggestionz from our legionz of fanz
We’re cookin’ up a little bit of Godz Poodlz Jamz

Godz Poodlz Jamz, Godz Poodlz Jamz
Hey Mr. DJ, spread this jelly on the dance floor!
(That’s right, spread it all around. Yeah.)

[Break Down]

(That’s right, I agree with him)

You know you’re going to want to join our legionz of fanz
We’re cookin’ up a little bit of Godz Poodlz Jamz

You know you’re going to want to join our legionz of fanz (all right!)
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“A Recipe for Love”
by Boffo Yux Dudes

How can I make you understand?
Our love follows a master plan
From stories told by girl and beau
In days of romance long ago

To find you I looked near and far
In cemeteries and graveyards
My shovel worked from coast to coast
Cause you’re the girl I dig the most

Then I brought you to my lab
Where I put you on the slab
You came around at 12 o’clock
It must have come as quite

A piece from here, a part from there
A little bit from who knows where
A little power from above
That’s my recipe for love

A romance just like ours, my dear
Cannot start ‘til I holler “Clear”!
I don’t mean to give you jolts
But here comes 50,000 volts

When I first saw you I took your hand
And legs, spleen, and pineal gland
I stitched them up with a cross hatch
Until you had no strings attached

You’ve got a heart that’s never blue
And fantastic kidneys too
Is it divine insripration?
Or just superior circulation?

A piece from here….

I don’t want to be facetious
While I watch you go to pieces
I know darling you’ll be mine
Or my name isn’t…(Frankenstein)

[RAP]

Your veins I see coursing with life
And know that you must be my wife
So walk with me into the light
And never ever leave my sight

I hope you’re equally as smitten
If love bites, I know I’ve been bitten
The final chapter of our story
In our underground laboratory

[BREAKDOWN (Nervous)]

A piece from here…

How can I make you understand?…

Cleanin’ out your pockets makes me feel like a dangerous Dan.
I’m a bad man.

You may find that you’ll wind up all alone.
(Recipe for a bad man x2)
Cuz a bad man never calls you on the phone.

A pound of pity, and a pint of shame,
Mix with an old discarded love note.
Heat it over an old flame.
Heat until your heart explodes.

When your heart exploded I started livin’ in my van.
I’m a bad man.

You may find that you’ll miss me later on.
(Recipe for a bad man x2)
But girl, you’re out of luck, cuz when a bad man’s gone he’s gone.

(Vanilla rap)
I’m a bad man.
I spit rhymes like a mad man.
Don’t confuse me with Bruce Wayne or the Batman.
When I walk around and my neighbors say “hi,”
I don’t even look. I just walk right by.
I don’t get high, but I’ll shoot you in the eye.
Got my rubber-band gun all pumped and primed.
And if you ever say you wanna take it outside,
I’m gonna call the police and probably hide.
You’re an Avon salesman come to call?
I slam the door shut before I even look at y’all.
I got balls. Gonna spray paint on your walls this fall
At the mall kickin’ doors off the stalls.
On the bad scale, one to ten, I’m like an eight.
Sometimes I fast-forward tapes and take ’em back late.
But if you ever spurn me girl, I’m gonna cry.
Wait for you in your house and shoot you in the eye.

You may find that I come back as meek as a mouse.
(Recipe for a bad man x2)
I’m still a bad man, but all my stuff is in your house.

ooh!
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So this song ended up being sort of a tribute to Michael Jackson. I know that may seem trite now, but it wasn’t intentional. We miss you Mike!