Bitesize
by Edge of LA
You put the shake in Shakespear
Just like you said you would (you got to go mad)
You put the ham in Hamlet
You played Ofelia good (you weren't half-bad)
You’re still not made of butter
That never made any sense (I'm not made of margarine)
Now I can make my phone call
They gave me 35 cents
Chorus:
Maybe we can go for a ride
In your sugar car (here we go)
We’ll pop your CD in
"The Best of Bitesize"
We’ll find a "Bed and Breakfast"
I’ll make a toast to you (a toast to me)
We’ll buy some love with a three egg om-lette
And a dose of juice
CHORUS
I took your songs for granted (San Francisco)
Cafe DuNord, two thousand and two
Thanks to my good friend Ryan
Now I appreciate you
CHORUS
http://www.bitesize.net
Bite Size
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Edge of LA
- Somebody Get Me A Doctor
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- Location: Long Beach, CA
- Contact:
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Andy Balham
- Push Comes to Shove
- Posts: 265
- Joined: Mon Sep 27, 2004 2:18 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, bass, ukulele and drums
- Recording Method: Reaper, Guitar Rig LE, Edirol FA-66
- Submitting as: Andy Balham, Bobby Davros, The Masters of Grip, MC Heapey
- Location: Somewheresville, Englandshire
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Bite Size by Andy Balham
People’s attention, in suspension
MTV has left its scar
On the TV, take it easy
Don’t want to push those brains too far
Chorus
No-one today is bothered to say
More than one phrase to get their own way
Bite size, is the right size
To make it easy to swallow your lies
Cut the detail, to make a quick sale
Content-free, the easiest way
Keep it snappy, keep ‘em happy
It’s forgotten by the very next day
Who has got the time to hear the whole truth?
Instead in its place just brief platitudes
Keep it short and
Sweet and you win
Chorus x2
People’s attention, in suspension
MTV has left its scar
On the TV, take it easy
Don’t want to push those brains too far
Chorus
No-one today is bothered to say
More than one phrase to get their own way
Bite size, is the right size
To make it easy to swallow your lies
Cut the detail, to make a quick sale
Content-free, the easiest way
Keep it snappy, keep ‘em happy
It’s forgotten by the very next day
Who has got the time to hear the whole truth?
Instead in its place just brief platitudes
Keep it short and
Sweet and you win
Chorus x2
"Some may say I couldn't sing, but none may say I didn't sing" - Florence Foster Jenkins
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Mellified Man
- A New Player
- Posts: 2
- Joined: Sun Feb 20, 2005 3:11 pm
Bite Size by Mellified Man
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you wouldn't always only get my head every time
And I would go down just fine
With a bottle of Cheerwine.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you could swallow me whole and skip the teeth if you like
There would be no aftertaste
And you could save on toothpaste.
Oh I know you've got an appetite for being right
And oh, I know that I've wronged you tonight.
Oh I know that you're a slave to bigger portions
'Cause half the pleasure of the meal is taking your time.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So I could hide between the cushions and be safe for awhile.
Find a dark, dusty tomb
In the bosom of a vacuum.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
With a coating of honey or maybe sweet caramel
So I could be carried from you
On the bottom of a shoe.
Oh I know you've got an appetite for being right
And oh, I know that I've wronged you tonight.
Oh I know that you're a slave to bigger portions
'Cause half the pleasure of the meal is taking your time.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you wouldn't always only get my head every time
And I would go down just fine
With a bottle of Cheerwine.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you wouldn't always only get my head every time
And I would go down just fine
With a bottle of Cheerwine.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you could swallow me whole and skip the teeth if you like
There would be no aftertaste
And you could save on toothpaste.
Oh I know you've got an appetite for being right
And oh, I know that I've wronged you tonight.
Oh I know that you're a slave to bigger portions
'Cause half the pleasure of the meal is taking your time.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So I could hide between the cushions and be safe for awhile.
Find a dark, dusty tomb
In the bosom of a vacuum.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
With a coating of honey or maybe sweet caramel
So I could be carried from you
On the bottom of a shoe.
Oh I know you've got an appetite for being right
And oh, I know that I've wronged you tonight.
Oh I know that you're a slave to bigger portions
'Cause half the pleasure of the meal is taking your time.
Oh how I wish I were bite size
So you wouldn't always only get my head every time
And I would go down just fine
With a bottle of Cheerwine.
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Spud
- Hot for Teacher
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- Location: Seattle
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A Case of Octothorpe: Bite Size
lyrics by Aaron Ondek
Frank is made of rock.
He is large and rock.
His hands are rock.
And he eats with a spoon.
He has an affinity for cars.
They fit right.
The spoon lifts them up.
And down they go with crunch.
[Chorus]
Frank is.
A chewing machine.
Frank is.
Large and obscene.
The city is.
A magical playground.
The city is.
Bite size.
[End Chorus]
The bus is like a candy bar.
It goes down fast.
Is metal on the outside.
And has a chewy inside.
People cry.
Like the prize inside.
Frank laughs and has another.
Bite of the big apple.
[Chrous]
Climbing up the buildings.
Crawling through the subway.
Snatching morsels.
Sweating from exertion.
Frank grabs and eats.
All the cities sweet treats.
People are at his whim.
And he bite into them like a slim jim.
lyrics by Aaron Ondek
Frank is made of rock.
He is large and rock.
His hands are rock.
And he eats with a spoon.
He has an affinity for cars.
They fit right.
The spoon lifts them up.
And down they go with crunch.
[Chorus]
Frank is.
A chewing machine.
Frank is.
Large and obscene.
The city is.
A magical playground.
The city is.
Bite size.
[End Chorus]
The bus is like a candy bar.
It goes down fast.
Is metal on the outside.
And has a chewy inside.
People cry.
Like the prize inside.
Frank laughs and has another.
Bite of the big apple.
[Chrous]
Climbing up the buildings.
Crawling through the subway.
Snatching morsels.
Sweating from exertion.
Frank grabs and eats.
All the cities sweet treats.
People are at his whim.
And he bite into them like a slim jim.