Fat Man
- EvelBist
- Llama
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- Joined: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:06 pm
- Instruments: alienation disgust virtue
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- Submitting as: New Image, Sausage
- Location: New Mexico, USA
- Contact:
Fat Man
Fat Man's
Late Friday afternoon – sun going down
hundred thousand crawlin' their way out of town
Soon the open road – there's something in the air
called her up and said 'meet me halfway there'
Chorus
Goin' to Fat Man's – on the edge of the sea
feel the waves crashin' right next to me
hear the jazz man lay it on the line
down at Fat Man's you can forget time.
Feel the top down – world all around
roll in step inside – throw your troubles to the ground
dark stain wood grain walls and her next to me
all she does is smile – it comes together perfectly
Chorus
Bridge
Swing it baby don't you dare to dance away
Just take my hand and let us rock away
She's my love child – I don't know how long
This could really go – if she's around
Late Friday afternoon – sun going down
hundred thousand crawlin' their way out of town
Soon the open road – there's something in the air
called her up and said 'meet me halfway there'
Chorus
Goin' to Fat Man's – on the edge of the sea
feel the waves crashin' right next to me
hear the jazz man lay it on the line
down at Fat Man's you can forget time.
Feel the top down – world all around
roll in step inside – throw your troubles to the ground
dark stain wood grain walls and her next to me
all she does is smile – it comes together perfectly
Chorus
Bridge
Swing it baby don't you dare to dance away
Just take my hand and let us rock away
She's my love child – I don't know how long
This could really go – if she's around
- Paco Del Stinko
- Stable Diffusion
- Posts: 3542
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Re: Fat Man
Fat Man - Paco del Stinko
Hey fat man, walkin' down the street
Wigglin' your sausage fingers into your greasy treat
How do you do, all the things we do
Do you deny the rumors or are they all true
I'm only askin', ain't tryin' to be mean
But you're the biggest fat man that I done ever seen
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I'm the same as you
Yo yo yo, where do you hide your junk
There's no dent in your hood it must be in the trunk
Whoa there guy, don't get all riled up
Don't spill your Dr. Pepper from your quart sized cup
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I'm the same as you
If I see a donut
I can't say no
And when I eat it
I bask in the afterglow
So big fella, I really feel your pain
You are all caboose while I'm a bullet train
But don't you worry, the sunshine will burn through
Once upon a time I was just like you
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I am the same as you
Hey fat man, walkin' down the street
Wigglin' your sausage fingers into your greasy treat
How do you do, all the things we do
Do you deny the rumors or are they all true
I'm only askin', ain't tryin' to be mean
But you're the biggest fat man that I done ever seen
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I'm the same as you
Yo yo yo, where do you hide your junk
There's no dent in your hood it must be in the trunk
Whoa there guy, don't get all riled up
Don't spill your Dr. Pepper from your quart sized cup
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I'm the same as you
If I see a donut
I can't say no
And when I eat it
I bask in the afterglow
So big fella, I really feel your pain
You are all caboose while I'm a bullet train
But don't you worry, the sunshine will burn through
Once upon a time I was just like you
Leave me alone - I'm just big boned
Please don't bother me or melt my icecream cone
Don't you know that I am the same as you
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- Billymojo
- Llama
- Posts: 62
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- Instruments: Hello Kitty Squire, nose flute, belly fat
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- Submitting as: The Kenzie Chickens, The Kenzie School, The Mojoville Allstars
- Location: Springfield, Oregon, USA
Re: Fat Man
FAT MAN
Honey I’m home.
Make way for the fat man
Every girl’s delight
Every girl knows a man with meat on his bones is gonna a rock his lil’ baby all night
I may not look it
But I’m light on my feet
Every woman knows you can’t trust a man who don’t like to sit down and eat
Make way for the fat man
Make way
Here I come
Honey I’m home.
Make way for the fat man
Every girl’s delight
Every girl knows a man with meat on his bones is gonna a rock his lil’ baby all night
I may not look it
But I’m light on my feet
Every woman knows you can’t trust a man who don’t like to sit down and eat
Make way for the fat man
Make way
Here I come
"We're not building airplanes here."
- Pigfarmer Jr
- DALL-E
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- Recording Method: Br-900CD and Reaper to mix
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- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: Columbia, Missouri
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Re: Fat Man
Fat Man - Pigfarmer Jr
Here comes that fat man on his way home
Always walking, always alone
With disheveled hair and unkempt clothes
For reasons on seasons that nobody knows
And when he walks by it is always the same
All the kids laughing and calling him names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Now I am older and I've seen him for years
And in all that time I've never seen his tears
And the kids that call him names right now
Remind me of myself, somehow
And when he walks by it is always the same
All the kids laughing and calling him names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Now the news has traveled all around town
Talking about the fat man they had found
Down by the train tracks it's a bloody sight
He saw his last train in the middle of the night
And starting tomorrow it can't be the same
The kids won't have anyone to call those sad names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what we did to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what we did to you
Oh, I'm sorry
For what I did to you
Here comes that fat man on his way home
Always walking, always alone
With disheveled hair and unkempt clothes
For reasons on seasons that nobody knows
And when he walks by it is always the same
All the kids laughing and calling him names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Now I am older and I've seen him for years
And in all that time I've never seen his tears
And the kids that call him names right now
Remind me of myself, somehow
And when he walks by it is always the same
All the kids laughing and calling him names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what they do to you
Now the news has traveled all around town
Talking about the fat man they had found
Down by the train tracks it's a bloody sight
He saw his last train in the middle of the night
And starting tomorrow it can't be the same
The kids won't have anyone to call those sad names
Oh, I'm sorry
For what we did to you
Yes, I'm sorry
For what we did to you
Oh, I'm sorry
For what I did to you
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- inevitableguy
- Mixtral
- Posts: 534
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- Instruments: Stuff with strings, vocals, poor drum machine programming
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- Submitting as: Naked Philosophy
- Location: Seattle, WA
- Contact:
Re: Fat Man
Fat Man
by Naked Philosophy
Everybody's empty
Feelin' kinda sick
Changes comin' down the road
No one thinks it'll do the trick
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Here's our legacy
It's too late to act
As it crumbles to the ground
They still contradict the facts
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Pay to fix the mess they've made
Pay to end the games they've played
Pay to bend the tracks they've laid
But no one will make them do it...
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Somebody's got to pay
Somebody's got to pay
by Naked Philosophy
Everybody's empty
Feelin' kinda sick
Changes comin' down the road
No one thinks it'll do the trick
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Here's our legacy
It's too late to act
As it crumbles to the ground
They still contradict the facts
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Pay to fix the mess they've made
Pay to end the games they've played
Pay to bend the tracks they've laid
But no one will make them do it...
And the fat man's getting fatter
While the thin man wastes away
No! No! Nothing's different
Somebody's got to pay
Somebody's got to pay
Somebody's got to pay
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Naked Philosophy, The Tedward Nixon Experience
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"Brilliant and disastrous at almost the exact same time" - Melvin
Naked Philosophy, The Tedward Nixon Experience
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"Brilliant and disastrous at almost the exact same time" - Melvin
- LibraryDogs
- Llama
- Posts: 97
- Joined: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:16 pm
- Instruments: guitar, vocals, mandolin, bass
- Recording Method: Reaper, hacked mBox, mics, various midi implements
- Submitting as: Nobody, et al.; Somebody by Himself; Somebody Named Seth; The Library Dogs
- Pronouns: He
- Location: Longmont, CO
Re: Fat Man
Nobody, et al.
Fat Man
Little boy
They told me of your smashing success
Like death's own angel in the morning
You were full of joy.
I was frightened when they told me I was next
Pulled from the darkness without warning.
I remember when we traveled in the States
Those miles of rails through the desert wastes
Now you're gone and I must follow
Now I'm just a fat man
In a box car
Round and round I go
Where it ends nobody knows
Spinning out of control
But it's got to stop somewhere
Into the light
I'll follow in the footsteps you have made
I won't blink until it's done
It isn't right
I know that we were dealt the hand we played
And that we never could have won
Remember when we traveled across the sea
You were there right next to me
Very soon we'll be together.
The fire of a thousand suns
The splendor of the mighty one
But after all that fire
It's so cold
An entire city is no more
A cloud of dust, a dragon's roar
When everything falls silent
Nothing moves
I can't hear you
What would you do?
Now I am a fat man
In a box car
Call comes to attack
Plunge into the black
Too late to take it back
This has got to stop somewhere
Now I am an angel
Now I am a horseman
I am floating free
Raindrops hanging next to me
And now everyone will see
This has got to stop somewhere.
Fat Man
Little boy
They told me of your smashing success
Like death's own angel in the morning
You were full of joy.
I was frightened when they told me I was next
Pulled from the darkness without warning.
I remember when we traveled in the States
Those miles of rails through the desert wastes
Now you're gone and I must follow
Now I'm just a fat man
In a box car
Round and round I go
Where it ends nobody knows
Spinning out of control
But it's got to stop somewhere
Into the light
I'll follow in the footsteps you have made
I won't blink until it's done
It isn't right
I know that we were dealt the hand we played
And that we never could have won
Remember when we traveled across the sea
You were there right next to me
Very soon we'll be together.
The fire of a thousand suns
The splendor of the mighty one
But after all that fire
It's so cold
An entire city is no more
A cloud of dust, a dragon's roar
When everything falls silent
Nothing moves
I can't hear you
What would you do?
Now I am a fat man
In a box car
Call comes to attack
Plunge into the black
Too late to take it back
This has got to stop somewhere
Now I am an angel
Now I am a horseman
I am floating free
Raindrops hanging next to me
And now everyone will see
This has got to stop somewhere.
“We may be in the Universe as dogs and cats are in our libraries, seeing the books and hearing the conversation, but having no inkling of the meaning of it all.”
― William James
― William James
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- Gemini
- Posts: 5348
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:33 am
- Instruments: Bass, keyboards, singin', guitar
- Submitting as: Johnny Cashpoint
- Location: London, Engerllaaannnddd
- Contact:
Re: Fat Man
Fat Man by Johnny Cashpoint
Inspired by the Lighter Life diet. For, but not directly about, my friend Bill who decided to do it.
Hey there fat man on a diet, you’re on the verge of winning -
Well at least you’re losing weight - where your hair is thinning
No more wearing baggy suits to hide your excess baggage
Welcome healthy eating – as it turns your brain to cabbage
Can you still remember why you signed up for this madness?
Supervised starvation’s no solution to your sadness - Five
Hundred calories per day won’t drive your misery away; the
Double-vision makes you think you’re massive anyway …
Hey there fat man on a diet, you don’t seem to be smiling
See this giant pile of cakes? Go right ahead and pile in, cos
Keep on losing weight and you’ll resemble the grim reaper -
That may be a lesson that your body’s trying to teach ya
Given your dysmorphia, I don’t find it surprising that
A shake could make you glad if it means less self for despising
And one thing for the Lighter Life - there’s truth in advertising, cos
Life will be one lighter once your body gives up fighting
For good.
Inspired by the Lighter Life diet. For, but not directly about, my friend Bill who decided to do it.
Hey there fat man on a diet, you’re on the verge of winning -
Well at least you’re losing weight - where your hair is thinning
No more wearing baggy suits to hide your excess baggage
Welcome healthy eating – as it turns your brain to cabbage
Can you still remember why you signed up for this madness?
Supervised starvation’s no solution to your sadness - Five
Hundred calories per day won’t drive your misery away; the
Double-vision makes you think you’re massive anyway …
Hey there fat man on a diet, you don’t seem to be smiling
See this giant pile of cakes? Go right ahead and pile in, cos
Keep on losing weight and you’ll resemble the grim reaper -
That may be a lesson that your body’s trying to teach ya
Given your dysmorphia, I don’t find it surprising that
A shake could make you glad if it means less self for despising
And one thing for the Lighter Life - there’s truth in advertising, cos
Life will be one lighter once your body gives up fighting
For good.
- glennny
- DALL-E
- Posts: 2222
- Joined: Sat Mar 04, 2006 2:39 am
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Mandolin, Dobro, Banjo, E-Bow, Glock
- Recording Method: Garageband
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene
- Location: Castro Valley, California
Re: Fat Man
G.U.N.S.
Lyrics by Niveous
He sleeps soundly
Mattress lined with bills
Not a worry in the world
At the mansion on the hill
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
From the hand of the father
Never had to work a day
Never had to go without
Or be a slave to the wage
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
It all comes so easy
when the ends always meet
Never had to pound the pavement
or live on the street
He lives the kind of life
That you can only dream
Holding on tight to his wealth
No room for charity
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
Doesn't cherish what he has
'cuz its all commonplace
would die on the spot
If he had to run the rat race
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
Lyrics by Niveous
He sleeps soundly
Mattress lined with bills
Not a worry in the world
At the mansion on the hill
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
From the hand of the father
Never had to work a day
Never had to go without
Or be a slave to the wage
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
It all comes so easy
when the ends always meet
Never had to pound the pavement
or live on the street
He lives the kind of life
That you can only dream
Holding on tight to his wealth
No room for charity
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
Doesn't cherish what he has
'cuz its all commonplace
would die on the spot
If he had to run the rat race
And the fat get fatter
Living high on the dime
while the working man
starves under the poverty line
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- Llama
- Posts: 60
- Joined: Sat Dec 17, 2005 10:27 pm
- Instruments: Wood things with P-90's
- Recording Method: Lang-O-Tron 3.2.4
- Submitting as: sonofsupercar
- Location: Japantown
Re: Fat Man
Note to listeners: this song is only marginally about Blue and his new/old car.
The majority is the story of the accidental inhalation of a sharp piece of toast.
sonofsupercar
Fat Man
I smelled action but the gas was turned off. I heard tires where there wasn't a road. Call a mechanic get him here quick, call a mechanic, all the engines are sick.
I learned a fable but it doesn't end well. Recite it a lot while I go hunting for constant color parity, really massive ground.
Vixens under hope clouds, let's just footnote everything.
I learned a fable but it doesn't end well. We got echos, cracked and involuntary, gifts to other throats.
The majority is the story of the accidental inhalation of a sharp piece of toast.
sonofsupercar
Fat Man
I smelled action but the gas was turned off. I heard tires where there wasn't a road. Call a mechanic get him here quick, call a mechanic, all the engines are sick.
I learned a fable but it doesn't end well. Recite it a lot while I go hunting for constant color parity, really massive ground.
Vixens under hope clouds, let's just footnote everything.
I learned a fable but it doesn't end well. We got echos, cracked and involuntary, gifts to other throats.
sonofsupercar, Kindly Swears, Bang Operator, Turtle Boy