Ottoman by spOOn and the Tangents
(Welcome to a Cynthia-free zone)
Ottoman on the prowl
He doesn't wear a cowl
He is the sofa of doom
He's in your living room
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman
Burning in the street
Stopping the cars from passing by
He can't turn up the heat
He can't even fly
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman
Achtung man
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman
Ottoman ottoman
Friendly neighborhood ottoman
Ottoman ottoman
Does whatever an ottoman can
Can he store things inside
Yes he can that's why he was designed
Is he strong of course he is
He was built in the 1950's
Can he swing overhead
Don't be stupid he's not a chaise lounge
Ottoman
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Nigel (spOOn) Clements
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Reist
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Otto Man - By Jolly Roger
I could have been Spiderman
I could have been Superman
I could have been the Batman
But instead I'm Otto Man!
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I could have been Aquaman
I could have been Scissorman
I could have been a Garbage Man
But instead I'm Otto Man!
There's a common thread among these superheroes -
that's this -
They are all born with some form of superhuman power
within their fists
Do you know what it's like to be a superhero
with no superpowers at all
I don't even know why I am one of their kind
But I guess it's because my name is Ottoman
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I could have been Spiderman
I could have been Superman
I could have been the Batman
But instead I'm Otto Man!
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I could have been Aquaman
I could have been Scissorman
I could have been a Garbage Man
But instead I'm Otto Man!
There's a common thread among these superheroes -
that's this -
They are all born with some form of superhuman power
within their fists
Do you know what it's like to be a superhero
with no superpowers at all
I don't even know why I am one of their kind
But I guess it's because my name is Ottoman
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
I am
I am the Otto Man
I am
I am
I am
The Latex Heart Attack - Ottoman
Well girl, I know that you gotta go
And yeah, I know that it don't come cheap
You say what's mine is yours and I guess it's true
So take it all if I've hurt you deep
CHORUS
But baby leave the ottoman
You can take the couch
Baby leave the ottoman
And you can clean me out
It's a fine piece of furniture
And you're a fine piece of ass
The difference being
That this piece has some class
They told me that you were a gold digger
And girl, I guess it's true
But you can take everything you can fit in that car
That you made me give to you
Well girl, I know that you gotta go
And yeah, I know that it don't come cheap
You say what's mine is yours and I guess it's true
So take it all if I've hurt you deep
CHORUS
But baby leave the ottoman
You can take the couch
Baby leave the ottoman
And you can clean me out
It's a fine piece of furniture
And you're a fine piece of ass
The difference being
That this piece has some class
They told me that you were a gold digger
And girl, I guess it's true
But you can take everything you can fit in that car
That you made me give to you
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Caravan Ray
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OTTOMAN
caravan ray
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
Knew naught of Ottomans, likewise Gallipoli
Never made it to shore
Stuart McLeod of the Timaru bakery, told by his government Turks were his enemy
Killed 15 men for his King and his country
But never really knew why
Mustapha Erdogan, late of Canakkale, son or a grazier, starting a family
Knew naught of New Zealand, likewise Australia
His widow cries by his grave
I hope you burn bright in hell tonight Winston Churchill
For the 400,000 young men whose blood stains your hands
And I pray that the King and the Kaiser and the Sultan burn with you
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
Our leaders create convenient enemies
To further the cause of the captains of industry
The bodies of young men are cheap and expendable
Use them to kill or be killed with impunity
For money or land, for gold or for oil
Again and again and again and again
I hope you burn bright in hell tonight Winston Churchill
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
For the 400,000 young men whose blood stains your hands
Stuart McLeod of the Timaru bakery, told by his government Turks were his enemy
And I pray that the King and the Kaiser and the Sultan burn with you
Mustapha Erdogan, late of Canakkale, son or a grazier, starting a family
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
I hope when you die, you burn down in hell Donald Rumsfeld
For the 500,000 civilians whose blood stains your hands
And I pray that Bush and Howard and Blair will burn with you
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
caravan ray
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
Knew naught of Ottomans, likewise Gallipoli
Never made it to shore
Stuart McLeod of the Timaru bakery, told by his government Turks were his enemy
Killed 15 men for his King and his country
But never really knew why
Mustapha Erdogan, late of Canakkale, son or a grazier, starting a family
Knew naught of New Zealand, likewise Australia
His widow cries by his grave
I hope you burn bright in hell tonight Winston Churchill
For the 400,000 young men whose blood stains your hands
And I pray that the King and the Kaiser and the Sultan burn with you
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
Our leaders create convenient enemies
To further the cause of the captains of industry
The bodies of young men are cheap and expendable
Use them to kill or be killed with impunity
For money or land, for gold or for oil
Again and again and again and again
I hope you burn bright in hell tonight Winston Churchill
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
For the 400,000 young men whose blood stains your hands
Stuart McLeod of the Timaru bakery, told by his government Turks were his enemy
And I pray that the King and the Kaiser and the Sultan burn with you
Mustapha Erdogan, late of Canakkale, son or a grazier, starting a family
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
Patrick O'Donolly, late of Jerilderie, son of a grazier, starting a family
I hope when you die, you burn down in hell Donald Rumsfeld
For the 500,000 civilians whose blood stains your hands
And I pray that Bush and Howard and Blair will burn with you
And we won't see the likes of bastards like you round again
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adamadamant
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Check it, it's new.
i had a piece of furniture made by a friend
it had stitched that the good times would never end
and i believed what it said
because the upholsterer was the best
--chorus
so take heed and believe in the ottoman
it tells the truth and these days thats not so common
put your feet up and recline with the ottoman
trust what it says, it's a footstool to rely upon
chorus--
yesterday i met the reborn christ
he was a glow and filled me with delight
he came to me in the middle of the nght
and confessed that the ottoman was his bride
... no word of a lie
--chorus--
listen now friends and i'll tell you how it ends
the man who made the ottoman we haven't forgotton him
he died peaceful and smiling
the ottoman he made, provided
--chorus--
i had a piece of furniture made by a friend
it had stitched that the good times would never end
and i believed what it said
because the upholsterer was the best
--chorus
so take heed and believe in the ottoman
it tells the truth and these days thats not so common
put your feet up and recline with the ottoman
trust what it says, it's a footstool to rely upon
chorus--
yesterday i met the reborn christ
he was a glow and filled me with delight
he came to me in the middle of the nght
and confessed that the ottoman was his bride
... no word of a lie
--chorus--
listen now friends and i'll tell you how it ends
the man who made the ottoman we haven't forgotton him
he died peaceful and smiling
the ottoman he made, provided
--chorus--
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boltoph
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Ottoman
Lonely home, with the couch rolled out
your head full of clouds
and your eyes alive with yourself
Sinking in
know it ain't far
ain't that you're gonna fall down
it might be nice to break in the night
and it might be right
but wonder and I wonder which way is out...
...Of this cloud
how are you gonna find your way?
I'll knock at the sound
vacate the air you breathe in and out, and I stare
Sinking in
filled too far
wondering which way is the end
flipping the page cause I can't stand the thought
turning past the story, get to the end and I'm out...
...Of this bloody room
with the sound of the air drifting over
I'd like to be home, sitting on my couch
with my feet up on the ottoman
taking away the "ouch"
(I'm home, I'm home)
Sinking in
with the thought of your doubt
when i'm thinking it through, I know it's bitter
you might be gone, and I might be alone
but at least i've got my couch and my feet up on the ottoman
and I'm home
Lonely home, with the couch rolled out
your head full of clouds
and your eyes alive with yourself
Sinking in
know it ain't far
ain't that you're gonna fall down
it might be nice to break in the night
and it might be right
but wonder and I wonder which way is out...
...Of this cloud
how are you gonna find your way?
I'll knock at the sound
vacate the air you breathe in and out, and I stare
Sinking in
filled too far
wondering which way is the end
flipping the page cause I can't stand the thought
turning past the story, get to the end and I'm out...
...Of this bloody room
with the sound of the air drifting over
I'd like to be home, sitting on my couch
with my feet up on the ottoman
taking away the "ouch"
(I'm home, I'm home)
Sinking in
with the thought of your doubt
when i'm thinking it through, I know it's bitter
you might be gone, and I might be alone
but at least i've got my couch and my feet up on the ottoman
and I'm home
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Æpplês&vØdkã
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My name's ottoman. I fly airplanes. One time i fly a cessna over great lakes...huron. And one of my engines went out, so I said 'oh shit, oma engine just went out' so i sent a message to the control tower, and they said 'shit man, you on ya own.' so i flew. when I say flew, I don't mean I got the plane working. I sprouted wings. They just came out of my back. I know people don't believe me. I told my wife. She said "Ottoman, you've gone plumb crazy". Yea. I've gone plumb crazy. I swear, I flew, I flew right into the sky. Awww, it was toasty. My name's ottoman. I fly airplanes.
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Ottoman
By Steve Durand
Performed by Bridget Durand
The girl down the street thinks that she's so cool
She goes to a fancy private school
She looks down her nose at the neighborhood
Like the rest of us are just not as good
It not as if I really care
But it's funny how she puts on airs
She thinks that your view of drawers and shelves
Improves if you call them something else
So she doesn't have a couch, it's a divan
A rose by another name
She doesn't have a closet, it's an armoire
But it holds clothes just the same
The sideboard's a credenza
Just in case you'd like to know
She calls her desk a davenport
And her chest of drawers is chifforobe
Don't try to find a footrest
They haven't got a one
But if your legs are tired when the day is done
You can put them up on the ottoman
Plain chores are beneath her
She thinks that she walks on a higher road
Like, she'll never scrub the toilet
'cause she calls it a commode
And she doesn't have a couch, it's a divan
A rose by another name
She doesn't have a closet, it's an armoire
But it holds clothes just the same
The sideboard's a credenza
Just in case you'd like to know
She calls her desk a davenport
And her chest of drawers is chifforobe
Don't try to find a footrest
They haven't got a one
But if your legs are tired when the day is done
You can put them up on the ottoman
By Steve Durand
Performed by Bridget Durand
The girl down the street thinks that she's so cool
She goes to a fancy private school
She looks down her nose at the neighborhood
Like the rest of us are just not as good
It not as if I really care
But it's funny how she puts on airs
She thinks that your view of drawers and shelves
Improves if you call them something else
So she doesn't have a couch, it's a divan
A rose by another name
She doesn't have a closet, it's an armoire
But it holds clothes just the same
The sideboard's a credenza
Just in case you'd like to know
She calls her desk a davenport
And her chest of drawers is chifforobe
Don't try to find a footrest
They haven't got a one
But if your legs are tired when the day is done
You can put them up on the ottoman
Plain chores are beneath her
She thinks that she walks on a higher road
Like, she'll never scrub the toilet
'cause she calls it a commode
And she doesn't have a couch, it's a divan
A rose by another name
She doesn't have a closet, it's an armoire
But it holds clothes just the same
The sideboard's a credenza
Just in case you'd like to know
She calls her desk a davenport
And her chest of drawers is chifforobe
Don't try to find a footrest
They haven't got a one
But if your legs are tired when the day is done
You can put them up on the ottoman
"Writing about music is like dancing about architecture" -Unknown
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
"Seems to me this is the point of Songfight" - Max The Cat
Blumpkin Lyrics
Didn't have time to finish it, but here it is (was).
Ottoman
I wish I had a chair just for my feet
So they weren't hangin' in the air with no seat
Something comfortable to get them off the floor
Holding them up myself is such a chore
Some might say I’m lazy but it’s true
It’s my fault for buying 12 lb. Shoes
But they were the only pair in my size
I thought it would help I have muscular thighs
I put my feet down to walk through town
Toes first on the ice cold ground
I walked from store to store all day
Made a wrong turn and lost my way
But then I came across something that I’d never seen
Not a chair or a stool but something in between
It was low to the floor and soft all around
A piece of heaven in a velvet-covered mound
Ottoman
I wish I had a chair just for my feet
So they weren't hangin' in the air with no seat
Something comfortable to get them off the floor
Holding them up myself is such a chore
Some might say I’m lazy but it’s true
It’s my fault for buying 12 lb. Shoes
But they were the only pair in my size
I thought it would help I have muscular thighs
I put my feet down to walk through town
Toes first on the ice cold ground
I walked from store to store all day
Made a wrong turn and lost my way
But then I came across something that I’d never seen
Not a chair or a stool but something in between
It was low to the floor and soft all around
A piece of heaven in a velvet-covered mound
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Stubby Phillips
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OTTOMAN
by Future Polka
My friend is stout and strong
He keeps his mistress safe and tight
Don't want to do him wrong
Don't knock around his house at night
He's never wrong -- he's always right
Can't stop him when his mind is set
Because he sees things in black and white
His food is dry -- his nose is wet
From high above he scans the grounds
Protector of humanity
He whines because he can't come down
You'll find no better friend than he
Ottoman
No danger can compete, so raise a glass of cheer
Relax, put up your feet -- Ottoman is here
He has a super sense of smell
He'll knock you down and sniff your glands
If there is trouble he can tell
The Doctor keeps him close at hand
He barks commands at evil cats
He wears no clothes -- no, he's not shy
He lets it fly right where he's at
I always meant to ask him why
Ottoman
by Future Polka
My friend is stout and strong
He keeps his mistress safe and tight
Don't want to do him wrong
Don't knock around his house at night
He's never wrong -- he's always right
Can't stop him when his mind is set
Because he sees things in black and white
His food is dry -- his nose is wet
From high above he scans the grounds
Protector of humanity
He whines because he can't come down
You'll find no better friend than he
Ottoman
No danger can compete, so raise a glass of cheer
Relax, put up your feet -- Ottoman is here
He has a super sense of smell
He'll knock you down and sniff your glands
If there is trouble he can tell
The Doctor keeps him close at hand
He barks commands at evil cats
He wears no clothes -- no, he's not shy
He lets it fly right where he's at
I always meant to ask him why
Ottoman
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museicalrevolt
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I've erased your number from my phone
At least a hundred times
Sitting on my ottoman alone
Waiting for some sign
Oh, you and I
Have been through this about a dozen times
Oh, I don't know why
That I keep coming back again to try
Ottoman my love
Ottoman you cut me like a sword
Left alone and conquered
I don't have the patience anymore
But still, you're all I wanted
Oh, you and I
Have been through this about a dozen times
Oh, I don't know why
That I keep coming back again to try
Ottoman my love
Ottoman you cut me like a sword
Left alone and conquered
I don't have the patience anymore
You're all that I want
At least a hundred times
Sitting on my ottoman alone
Waiting for some sign
Oh, you and I
Have been through this about a dozen times
Oh, I don't know why
That I keep coming back again to try
Ottoman my love
Ottoman you cut me like a sword
Left alone and conquered
I don't have the patience anymore
But still, you're all I wanted
Oh, you and I
Have been through this about a dozen times
Oh, I don't know why
That I keep coming back again to try
Ottoman my love
Ottoman you cut me like a sword
Left alone and conquered
I don't have the patience anymore
You're all that I want
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And in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take.
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HeuristicsInc
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The Montserratian Secret Police - "Ottoman"
The MSP is: Niveous and Heuristics Inc.
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the ottomans have taken the living room
next they're gonna overtake the den
if we don't break their front lines soon
we'll never have a chance again
[chorus:]
it's a war between the have and have nots
everybody wants a spot
under the light of the chandelier
(x2)
the chairs are apprehensive
so much ?? has been lost
the dinette set is on offensive
it's a furniture holocaust
[chorus]
like cruisers 'round a carrier
we strike out in formation
to break the ottoman barrier
takes an act of desperation
[chorus]
The MSP is: Niveous and Heuristics Inc.
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the ottomans have taken the living room
next they're gonna overtake the den
if we don't break their front lines soon
we'll never have a chance again
[chorus:]
it's a war between the have and have nots
everybody wants a spot
under the light of the chandelier
(x2)
the chairs are apprehensive
so much ?? has been lost
the dinette set is on offensive
it's a furniture holocaust
[chorus]
like cruisers 'round a carrier
we strike out in formation
to break the ottoman barrier
takes an act of desperation
[chorus]
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