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E Equals

Don't die on me yet
You know I'm not that quick to forget
Everything you said to me

I try to stay kind
Laboring through all your selfless good deeds
Wondering why I didn't enlist
The stars above
To save me

Give it up
I always thought you could
Give it up somehow
But it never seems to work that way
Every night, and nearly every day

I hear you complain, I hear you talking
I see that pseudo-thoughtful walking
But it doesn't do for me anymore
No no

You seem to lack
The elements of style, baby
You're brilliant and unpretentious
One of the points I've never
Been willing to contend to
My friend
It's true
I thought I loved you
So sad, I said it, and what can I do
I guess it's the way
That I'm imbued every day
Every day

Don't die on me yet
Me and my girlfriends, we made a bet
They said you wouldn't last the day
But I see it another way

I try to stay kind
Thinking there's a pulse beating in there
Wondering if you'll ever change
The Lord above
Oh help me

Rearrange
I always thought you could
Make the change somehow
But it never seems to work that way
Every night, and nearly every day

I hear you complain, I hear you talking
I see that pseudo-thoughtful walking
But it doesn't do for me anymore
No no

You seem to lack
The elements of style, baby
You're brilliant and unpretentious
One of the points I've never
Been willing to contend to
My friend
It's true
I thought I loved you
So sad seeing nothing but resistance
And every action you take is
Nothing, nothing, nothing

Your elegance is unapproachable
Your exquisite taste is so delectable
Your intellect's impenetrable
You glitter and glitter away
There may be something I'm
Missing, and that's okay

It's not my fault
Just try a little harder
And the plan for recovery is simple
You may start by not trying
Start by not trying
Start by not trying so hard

Oh you're so slick, yeah, you're so smooth
You got the elements of style,
the greatest licks, the latest groove
and you've bought a perfect smile
So tell me can you sleep at night, now that your star is shining bright?
Tell me was it worth the cost, when weighed against all you have lost?
Somewhere somehow you lost your way, you gave it up, you took the pay
Hatched yourself a masterplan, you played the game, you played the man

Where's the substance?
where's your soul?
Write what you believe in
Give me something whole
Look within the mirror
see what's staring back
Face to face to nothing much
another soulless hack

You got the heavens at your fingertips,
the world within your reach
Another sunshine superhit
for the party on the beach
But strip away the chrome veneer, there's really nothing special here
look behind the shine and gloss, there's nothng but a pile of dross
Your tunes are tired and infantile; your words are trite, your thoughts facile
there's nothing here that's worth the while, there's just the elements of style

Where's the substance?
where's your soul?
Write what you believe in
Give me something whole
Look within the mirror
see what's staring back
Face to face to nothing much
another soulless hack

Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself

have you heard the news today
there is no more
didn't you hear that yesterday
there is no more

oxygen and hydrogen feed the human need
for neon lights, butane grills and cocktails kerosene

have you heard the news today
there is no more
didn't you hear that yesterday
there is no more

rayon shirts and nylon cords bind the starving man
clear-cut every last strip mall to blind him is our plan

have you heard the news today
there is no more
didn't you hear that yesterday
there is no more

carbon mines and cages iron filled with woeful news
wear the death of ancient glades - don their amber hues

have you heard the news today
there is no more
didn't you hear that yesterday
there is no more
have you filled your tank today
there is no more
didn't you fill it yesterday
there is no more

Elements of Style by Kamakura

The elements of style are many and I don't know
what makes the penny, I don’t know what makes the penny drop

Dress one way and you're a ganger,
another look creates a wanker
the third, oh god, you're just so fucking hot!

Yet you are you clothes or not and
What you think doesn't matter a jot
But what you wear can turn me squidgey woo

I want to peel clothes from your body
I want to dress you like a Ken or a Barbie
I want to make my wildest dreams come true

But you look real daft in puce,
Blue is tough it wouldn't work on you
Black just makes you look so very goth

Doc Martins make your feet look big
Versace thinks you should wear a wig
Whilst Levi's give that 'Brokeback Mountain' look

The elements of style are many and I don't know
what makes the penny, I don’t know what makes the penny drop
You're hot! Or not!

this is posyden's response to basketofhands' attack
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The Elements of style: by posyden
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Basketofhands half gay, half pre-menstrual
I could beat the whole damn crew with instrumentals
they attack other people cuz they never get fucked
there now the world knows how much you suck

so mr.general lead your troops onto the fiels
your army versus me and still you yield
your band aint even worth listening to
I could be drugged comatose and still beat you

__basket of hands is like one of thsoe dumb fucking dogs that no matter how many times you kick....just keeps coming back for more--

the elements of style
basket aint got none
but I've got some
so here we go
the elements of style
basket aint got none
but I've got some
so here we go

you can bring your magic
I got a magic shield +4
I'm a fucking nerd and I'm still more hardcore

--and so what if some of my beats come from the west coast, at least they're being put to good use, it's not like the west coast has any ability to use them--

the elements of style
basket aint got none
but I've got some
so here we go
the elements of style
basket aint got none
but I've got some
so here we go

enemies of olympus please beware
posyden may be alone
but hes a god on a throne
I've got the meat and I toss basket the bone

and don't feel bad about that 3 inch dick
I'll make sure your girls has a good time (sick)

well, I've got better things to do than insult you
parties to visit
girls to sleep with too

so peace and love
and hey Melvin
FUCK YOU

--do you think maybe I was too harsh with this song?--

posyden wrote:--do you think maybe I was too harsh with this song?--

Yes. In every way.

posyden wrote: I'll make sure your girls has a good time[sic]

(Sorry, I can't resist the grammar joke for elements of style.)

Elements of Style by Johnny Cashpoint

Misplaced an apostrophe, well it's hardly a catastrophe, but it's a
Victory for pedantry and less than common decency,
Hand the grammar grandmas your defeat, could beat them easily
But you take it casually, and that's what really bothers me

CHORUS: Well, their elements of style they are going out of style
They might have had control but only for a while
Modern life, our language is monosyllabic
Spell everything phonetic, kinetic, it's so cool and tragic

Blatant use of comma wrongly won't dismantle industry
Or coma for society, no elemental dignity
Victory for grammar nazis, we could beat them finally
But they got off scot-free - death sentence has been written incorrectly

CHORUS

What does it matter, well the little things
Are the building blocks to the bigger things
And they're the foundations of everything
And that's why it matters to me.

The Elements of Style
by Ross Durand
Horns by Steve Durand

It doesn’t matter what you wear
It only matters if you’re there
And pick the right there to be
And make sure you’re who they see
Go where the cameras go, be in the photos
And act like that’s just how it ought to be

Don’t matter what the colors are
Just wear it like a superstar
Be sure to hold your head up high
And swagger like you’re super-fly
Get in with the “inâ€

The Elements of Style
by Stubs
last verse by Spud and Benny
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Carl ate some spicy stuff.
He can take it like a man.

But there are things that he can't.
He has trouble with head bands.

He can't wear pink.
Because of his fear.

That people will judge him.
His sense of style insincere.

[Begin Chorus]
Pants, shoes and hair ties.
Leather and purple dye.

Clip, cut, wash, dry.
Metalic foil, hair to fry.

Muscle tone and tanning beds.
Pretty smiles and well shaped heads.

These are elements of style.
But how much are they worthwhile?

[End Chorus]

Josh liked cows and he liked cats.
He liked clothes and he liked fashion.

But he didn't know key elements.
He had lots of things that were off.

Like a big wide belt.
Made of shiny white knots.

People would look and stare.
He didn't care because he thought he knew.

[Chorus]

Guano is a desert tribesman.
He has nails through his head.

The day he cares about fashion.
Is the day he will be dead.

Fashion has many things.
Guano cares not for the effete.

The elements that he's concerned with.
Are ones that give him food to eat.

[Chorus]

Guano hunts for food all day.
Wearing Gucci just wouldn't pay.

Today he is swathed in cotton,
All he cared of fashion is long forgotten.

Veils and bangles, scarves and belts,
Are prized no more than hides and pelts.

For Guano those fussy elements of style,
Mean no more than his camel's pile.

The Elements Of Style
By Damien Verrett

A new periodic table has been introduced,
listen closely and I'll instruct you,
on the correct elements of style.
Listen up cause you're doing it all wrong

(Put your hair like this, wear your shirt like this.
Look his socks don't match his eyebrows)

You're not the only one who has
to struggle with their outfit
I'll show you the elements.
You're not the only one who's not
physically attractive. But it's not a problem.

Let's all go to the abercrombie and fitch
We'll buy ripped pants for a hundred bucks
They are more cause they're cooler
Cause they make us look like we fall down all of the time

You're not the only one who's ugly.
Don't you even worry I'll fix you
You're not the only one who's hideous.
You're not the only one, but you are exceptional

Let's all go to the mall, we'll hit up starbucks
Cause I'm having a moccha fix
Then we can go to abercrombie and fitch
and buy more ripped pants.