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Simulacra
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Simulacra wurde am 15. Juni 2001 von Jonny 5 & Yak als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtOnomatopoeia (feat. Jonny 5 of Flobots)
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Veröffentlichungsdatum15. Juni 2001
LabelJonny 5 & Yak
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jonny 5 & Yak
Jonny 5 & Yak
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Laurie
James Laurie
Songwriter

Songtexte

Everyone walks around weari- they're walking advertisements, they've got advertisements on their clothes, y'know? The whole culture's one unified field of bought, sold, market researched, everything. People now don't have any concept that there ever was a, a any culture outside of this thing that's created to make money. What's behind this jive bullshit?
Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)
Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)
Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
I went to a love hotel, I pulled a fire alarm
I beat up my brother with a tennis ball container, I had my tired arm
Pulling, fantasizing 'bout a blow up doll
I didn't get off, it didn't go off, I didn't feel satisfied at all
I wanted to run away but I didn't have a reason
I got so mad one time I started crying and seizing
Paper after paper looking for something I didn't need
Found one, just as I ripped it my fit was already done
This is how I begun
Seeing how I'm different from T.V
And I keep re-seeing it telling me how to be and it's bullshit!
I yelled "fuck the police" while they drove past
Used to think I had to learn to freestyle in order to rap
Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)
Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)
Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)
Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)
Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
I tried X but I didn't know why
Cause then I had sex but I didn't get high
Supermodels are XXY, it's all just a lie
Kids fall for fads see ads and wanna try it
I spent twenty on a diet, so what?
I still have cellulite and no butt
No, but, but but until you laugh and just grow up
Learn to live with the bullshit
You're only gonna throw up
Turning sick at the pulpit
Preaching sermons concerning myth
Scheming, burning demons that don't exist
Thank God media and reality don't match
I need my own private
Quiet zone that's my own patch of life
Detached from the hype
I don't wanna be imitated exactly right
Cause truth is stranger than fiction
You should change your addiction
Before Disneylandlords arrange your eviction
Everybody's sexually active (Bullshit)
Somebody out there's objectively attractive (Bullshit)
Act correctly, you can match the simulacra (Bullshit)
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, bullshit
See I wanna write a song for the missing persons
The nerds and the sixty-six year old virgins
Burnt out surgeons, mental patients
Persians, Haitians, urban gay Asians
Nymphos, blimp-nose wimps
Uncorrupt cops, hermaphrodites
Fat kids, black kids
Anorexics trying to muster up an appetite
Phoneless, homeless, owners of disease
Anyone who slept through New Year's Eve
Clumsy thieves
Uneven sleeved impotent men
Napalm babies with scarred skin
Vietnam vets, Tourette's syndrome girls with hairy arms
Balding boys in the club with their mom
In love with their mom
Diabetics, anybody who just doesn't get it
Stutterers, bread butterers, suburb gutter punks
Wanna-be monks, CEOs who wet the bed
The snails, and the angry white males
And the Siamese twins who connect at the head
I expect that you said
"I don't want to be compared to them, I'm not weak, not a freak, I'm American"
But if you stood next to 'em you'd embarrass them
So let me say my prayer again
See I wanna write a song for the missing persons
The nerds and the sixty-six year old virgins
Burnt out surgeons, mental patients
Persians, Haitians, urban gay Asians
Nymphos, blimp-nose wimps
Uncorrupt cops, hermaphrodites
Fat kids, black kids
Anorexics tryin to muster up an appetite
Phoneless, homeless, owners of disease
Anyone who slept through New Year's Eve
Clumsy thieves
Uneven sleeved impotent men
Napalm babies with scarred skin
Vietnam vets, Tourette's syndrome girls with hairy arms
Balding boys in the club with their mom
In love with their mom
Diabetics, anybody who just doesn't get it
Stutterers, bread butterers, suburb gutter punks
Wanna-be monks, CEOs who wet the bed
The snails, and the angry white males
And the Siamese twins who connect at the head
I said the snails and the angry white males and the leeches
Dogs without tails and the star-bellied sneetches
Sneetches without stars and
Women behind bars and
Men who design cars intending to find Mars
And anyone I'm far from, anyone in my region
Buppies, guppies, scrubs, pigeons, and Norwegians
Finns, and the angry white men
And the Siamese twins who connect at the head
Written by: James Laurie
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