Just put the mic down is my advice, and I won't ask twice
I flow like spice, desert mice all hear me, they all say "nice"

In the North the faithful are so few and far between
The moons of Arrakis are like the moons of Tattooine
In the South we got a million crazy motherfuckers
Low riding Shai-hulud and screaming see you later suckers

MC Gom Jabbar, I'm the kwizatz haderach
Blue eyes like a fremen more balls than Caddyshack
You doubt that I'm fedayken? May thy knife chip and shatter!
What's the matter? All that water only serves to make you fatter.

Burns like George, I'm Sunday in the park with him
My lyrics make you leave a sietch like a shark went in
I got it rigged, y'all are voting for a dark horse in the race 
Lost in space, floating like a Harkonnen

MC Gom Jabbar Spitting

Season 9 Round 5 Prompt: Write a song about a mythical creature

I’ll never forget
When we first met
I stumbled into your lair
humming a song
Strumming along
You didn’t know I was there
Your song was so endearing
I liked what I was hearing
So I stepped into the clearing
Unaware

Gave me a scare
Mountain of hair
Standing bout ten feet high
Big feet and toes
leathery nose
Shoulders bout six feet wide
Your claws were long and scary
And your body big and hairy
But your eyes said you were very very kind

And I believe in you
Yeah I believe in you
You just keep on doing what you do
Yeah I believed in you

Could tell from your eyes
You seemed surprised
That I was seeing you
Most other folk
Think you’re a joke
Imagine being you
You try communicating
Must be so god damn frustrating
All the doubt, contempt, and hating aimed at you

Folks are so thick headed
And bigfoot, man I get it
It hurts you if you let it
You just keep doing what you do

I Believe in You

Season 9 Round 6: the Paradox of Choice

Sitting on my bed, dressing for the day
I think the social worker said I get in my own way
Sometimes it takes a while to choose what shirt to wear
A million mountain molehill trials before I get downstairs

The day I lost my job a part of me thought I was free
No more bosses robbing me of what I ought to be
Now I wish somebody kind would tell me what to do
Can’t make up my own mind, can I leave it up to you?

Long live the queen
Her royal majesty
Decides what’s bad or good
if I shouldn’t or I should
Long live the queen
Please take what’s left of me
Got nothing left to lose
I let her choose Long live the queen

Sitting on my bed, undressing for the night
For all the things I tried I still don’t know if I was right
I toss away my glasses, nothing left for me to see
Mind moves like molasses, as I slip into a dream

The queen and I before the gates of ivory and horn
A resolution I must make before the light of morn
The queen tells me choose ivory, with clear and certain voice
I’d rather flee into her lies, than be imprisoned by the choice

She’s the queen of the land
But I’m a narcissistic  man
And when I feel misled
I scream off with her head
The queen is dead!

Long Live the Queen (demo)

Windows open, curtains rise
I wake up and, I look outside
Through window pane, I see you pass
Breathing strained, I fog the glass
Wanna break on through, wanna jump on out
Wanna catch up to you, wanna turn you around

And say Angela, 
What don’t you see in me?
Oh Angela,
I think I’m the one you need

Sun is bright, but the window’s cold
Gotta go outside, cuz I’m feeling bold
But you’re there today, I wanna run inside
As I turn away, you catch my eye
And the eyes are windows to the soul
Did you look on in, oh can you let me know?

Oh Angela, 
What don’t you see in me?
Oh Angela,
I think I’m the one you need
Oh Angela,
I’m giving you transparency
Oh Angela,
What don’t you see in me?

Evening red, draw the curtains tight
I get in bed… and wait for night
Pray for voyage to a dreamy world
Where I’m your boy and you’re my girl

Angela, 
What don’t you see in me?
Oh Angela,
I think I’m the one you need
Oh Angela,
I’m giving you transparency
Oh Angela,
What don’t you see in me?

Angela

Margie's Cat

Dancing trees
In gentle breeze
Sway and tease
Birds and bees

Lazy gaze
Blossoms blaze
Perfume haze
Chromatic rays
Gone in days

Dawn of spring and we’re reborn
Did anything come before?
Magnolia, beloved, adored
Magnolia, five days, no more

Petal sight
Pink and white
evening light
Fragrant night

Final scent
Came and went
Flowers spent
Blooms descend
like farewell letters sent

Magnolia

Funiculì Funiculà

Translated from the Neapolitan into Portuguese by Tars Cunha, with Jonathan Feinberg and Kitia Gonzaga.

Requested by Elma Mayer, in the style of Gilberto Gil circa 1968, or other Tropicalia / Psychedelia. (Not in the style of Richard Strauss or Arnold Schönberg, both of whom already did it.)

Funiculì Funiculà

Jonathan Feinberg

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