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Of course, a lot of the "alternate reading" wordplays are just as incomprehensible as the main readings. Lyrical Shoehorn (which in literature is known as Dada Poetry) where words are used exclusively for their sound, cadence, and alliteration; with no concern for meaning. Not to be confused with Listeners Are Geniuses, where lyrics are loaded with literary, mythological, or pop-cultural references that are confusing only to non-geniuses. Some people, some people, some people call it insane! And hundreds of thousands of other people have it too."She's got a sword in case though this is not her lord in case the one who can't afford to face her image is restored to grace. She wants to dance like Uma Thurman Bury me till I confess She wants to dance like Uma Thurman And I cant get you out of my head The stench, the stench, of summer sex And CK eternity, oh hell yes Divide me down to the smallest I can be Put your, put your v-v-venom in me Oh the birds are dancing sky is turning ebony and gray The trees are leaning swaying to the rhythm of the day Horses running from the thunder rolling by Voices screaming from their nowhere looking eyes Looking at the world through these Candy colored glasses that I'm wearing Staring, noticing that everything is Just the way I'd like for it to be So please knock before you walk into my dream Did I ever tell you the story about Cowboys! Much of what may seem gibberish even in the original Japanese, is actually clever and/or silly puns or Double Entendre for those who know their kanji well enough. Next time that we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese. while it might seem envious to some, you have a permanent record of your own idiocy. get your broom and sweep echoes of yesternights fallen freckles... Yesterday is up for auction Souvenirs are in demand In the rooms where rocking horses Carried us on moonlit strands Thunder crash and flash of lightning Storms of metal raining down Little hands that cradle ashes Little eyelids heavy, head run aground "If tonight is all we have Then make the bed with sheets of glass Let's take it out for one last laugh, come on, come on If yesterday's is all we got We tie our bones in one big knot Squeeze it out 'til every drop is all gone, all gone..." She came from the Cocos Islands With a limp and a snow-shaker huh Hocked by a fine Arabian Ginger Monsignor He said you ain'ts gets nothing Cause nothin' gets made by Koreans He had dubbin in his hair And he played the tamborine. Common results when listening is hearing the lyrics wrong or not even bothering to make up words. A lot of apparently incomprehensible Japanese lyrics are actually puns or other wordplays based on alternate translations of the kanji used, similar-sounding words, or (most often) both. Religion, and chemicals are the keys to the future. Like when I wrote Devil's Haircut, I was feeling really... Charades, pop skill, Water hyacinth, Named by a poet, Imitation of life Like a coin in a frozen pond, Like a goldfish in a bowl, I don't want to hear you cry That sugarcane that tasted good, That's cinnamon, that's Hollywood, Come on, come on, No one can see you try "What's with that lyric, that sugar smacks lyric? you know, you look back after ten years and go "What the fuck was I thinking? I gotta say, one of the shitty things about being a musician or an artist in general is... Your ilk is funny to the turnstyle touch bunny whose bouquet set a course for bloom without decay. Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race, On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place, If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace.To feel the pleasure, to feel the satisfaction of my temporary loss of control a loss of control that only you can create (in reality, I’d cum inside you, but this is imagination so I’m gonna be a bit wilder, ok?You are leaning over the sofa I spend a little while admiring your figure I like to enjoy the visual image of you, with your long legs, firm butt, and the curve in your lower back I run my hand down your legs, from the hip to your ankles then back up again I’m thinking “I want this girl” Her: as I am longing for your skin, body..