The Song Fight Bulletin Board

Not Like That, by Jacob Lynn

little girl take a look around
try to get your head out of the sand
next time you see that man running you down
playing hide-and-seek in the promised land
say to him "i've had enough of you"
his dagger eyes flash under furrowed brow
and you don't like it
no, not like that

little girl, stilettos pound the road,
rosy lips, and bags under your eyes,
there's nothing wrong with using your body
rotted flesh, left for the flies
starry sky, and bated breath
waiting for the man you thought had left
and you don't like it
no, not like that

moonlit alleys, empty cars
crooked finger, crooked smile
sagging flesh and open mouth
painted joy, all the while
little boy, back at home
microwaving on his own
you're laying down, but not to sleep
pray the lord his soul to keep

little girl, enjoy your milk and honey
your fatted calves, your batting eyes
your measured walk, your pouting lips
were they worth the virgin sacrifice?
you get the world every single night,
and who's to say what's wrong or right?
but i don't like it
no, not like that

one day, baby,
i'm gonna write you a song.
'cause you crawled right up
inside my soul.
she said, "won't ya do it like elvis
or maybe neil young.
'cause there's lotsa money
in that rock n roll."

she said, "can you do it?"
and i said, "not like that.
but, i'll do the best i can with what i got."
and she said, "that just won't do it."
and i said, "how 'bout that.
just when you think you got it all you ain't got a lot."

one day, baby,
i'm gonna buy you a home
with a picket fence,
a big yard and apple trees.
and she said, "won't you make it a mansion...
in fact, a villa in rome.
'cause i deserve to live
like royalty."

she said, "can you do it?"
and i said, "un ungh, not like that.
but i'll do the best i can with what i got."
and she said, "that just won't do it."
and i said, "huh, how 'bout that.
just when you think you got it all you ain't got a lot."

so i decided to be on my way...
just pack up all my shit and go.
if i believed in god then i'd pray,
but, since i don't i'll just scoot on down the road.
yeah!

one day maybe
i'm gonna write me a song.
it's just somethin'
i can do to pass the time.
i'll do it my way
so it don't get too long.
and i'll sing it to myself
and i'll be fine.
yeah...
i'll sing it to myself
and i'll be fine.

"Not Like That" by The Anchors

a series of bombs
or a blockade
we'd find a small island
where we'd display

we gave them a week
we drew it on paper
now we're just tired
and we gave 'em time to save her

it's not like that
didn't shorten the day
they knew what was coming
it wasn't pompeii
i'm tired of your morals
they're not universal
we had to stop it
no time for rehearsal

we searched for a means
of ending it sooner
and when it presented itself
we couldn't say no

they saw the box
flying over
they didn't take notice
their fuel was too low

we turned off your phones
a scar on the land
you'd see it from surveys
but they didn't take heed then

it'd happen again
if that's what it takes
didn't want him in
it's already the eigth

we gave them a week
we drew it on paper
now we're just tired
and we gave 'em time to save her

it's not like that
didn't shorten the day
they knew what was coming
it wasn't pompeii
i'm tired of your morals
they're not universal
we had to stop it
no time for rehearsal

"not like that"
MC Kohlz & DJ TJ Maxxx feat. KB Noize & Dolla Jen'ral

I’m a general in the sack, now show me your privates
I got a stick shift and I want you to drive it
When it comes to making love, I’m as smooth as butter,
I aint Parkay, I aint no other
I got more moves than oprah’s got fats
I love me some poon like ALF loves cats
I be layin down the law like I was judge Judy
I’ll be Mrs. Garret, and you can be Tooty
I like to role play like a dungeon master
I can go all day, you’re screaming “faster! faster!â€

Not Like That
Middlemarch

Art teacher standing over a little girl’s shoulder
Shakes his head at her painting, then he takes her brush
He says, “This is how we paint the trees, this is how we paint the sky,
This is how we paint the world, this is how we train the eye.â€