claudiaalick
07-08-2004, 08:14 PM
Pidge
You A White Pidgin
A Little Too Brown To Be A Dove
You Might Talk Peace
But We All Know You’ve Ripped Flesh With That Pretty Little Beak
Lick A Little Blood Off Ya Lip
So Dainty!
You So City
So Hypocritical
So Cool Ice Cool Princess Pidge
You Talk Higher Art
You So Edge
You Rebel Standards Fifty Years Old
You Retro Contemporary
Creating New Movements From
The Sh** You Found On The Streets
Oh Yeah You Liked Dive Bombing The Garbage
Oh Yeah You Liked The Stink The Foul
The Death The Hurt
It Turned You On
Cause You Got Clean Grass To Come Home To
Too Rich To Be Down But Pluckin Liberal Feather Still
So Idealistic
So Upper-class
So Disdainful
So Hating Your Parents Ethics
Feathers So Guilty
So Poetry Written In Prose
So Flowery Alliteration
So Collaborative Sculpture
So Administrative Art Gallery
Feathers So Prolific!
So Flyin Downtown To Slum
Callin To Your “brothers”
Brown And Grey
Shi*tin On The Stoop
Hangin On A Wire
Practicing Electric Balancing Acts
Fascinating You Say Masking Your Connecticut In The Best Ethnic Slang
Yo Baby That’s Dope
Brava Baby You Fit Right In
Feathers To Camouflage
Feathers So Successful!
What A Fine Birdy Triumph For You
But It Aint
Somehow It Aint
And Now It Gets To You Pidge
Princess Pidge
As Ya Ride The Train Uptown
To That Subtle Money That Ya Own
To Ya Invisible Post Mod Home
Even When Ya Fit In Tha Fold
Even When Ya Mix In Tha Mold
You Got A Place To Go
When The Weathergets Cold
You No Real Pidge
Just A Dirty Little Dove
Slummin Tryin Ta Get Some Dat Ethnic Love
But Ya Got No Soul
Got No Soul
Got No Soul
Ya Just Got
Feathers
Floatin In The Wind...
You A White Pidgin
A Little Too Brown To Be A Dove
You Might Talk Peace
But We All Know You’ve Ripped Flesh With That Pretty Little Beak
Lick A Little Blood Off Ya Lip
So Dainty!
You So City
So Hypocritical
So Cool Ice Cool Princess Pidge
You Talk Higher Art
You So Edge
You Rebel Standards Fifty Years Old
You Retro Contemporary
Creating New Movements From
The Sh** You Found On The Streets
Oh Yeah You Liked Dive Bombing The Garbage
Oh Yeah You Liked The Stink The Foul
The Death The Hurt
It Turned You On
Cause You Got Clean Grass To Come Home To
Too Rich To Be Down But Pluckin Liberal Feather Still
So Idealistic
So Upper-class
So Disdainful
So Hating Your Parents Ethics
Feathers So Guilty
So Poetry Written In Prose
So Flowery Alliteration
So Collaborative Sculpture
So Administrative Art Gallery
Feathers So Prolific!
So Flyin Downtown To Slum
Callin To Your “brothers”
Brown And Grey
Shi*tin On The Stoop
Hangin On A Wire
Practicing Electric Balancing Acts
Fascinating You Say Masking Your Connecticut In The Best Ethnic Slang
Yo Baby That’s Dope
Brava Baby You Fit Right In
Feathers To Camouflage
Feathers So Successful!
What A Fine Birdy Triumph For You
But It Aint
Somehow It Aint
And Now It Gets To You Pidge
Princess Pidge
As Ya Ride The Train Uptown
To That Subtle Money That Ya Own
To Ya Invisible Post Mod Home
Even When Ya Fit In Tha Fold
Even When Ya Mix In Tha Mold
You Got A Place To Go
When The Weathergets Cold
You No Real Pidge
Just A Dirty Little Dove
Slummin Tryin Ta Get Some Dat Ethnic Love
But Ya Got No Soul
Got No Soul
Got No Soul
Ya Just Got
Feathers
Floatin In The Wind...