Song parodies
Typing in Their Seats
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for another draft?
Summer’s here and the time is right
For typing till you’re daft
They’re typing in Gowanus
Down in Silverlake
Can’t forget the Mission District
All we need is language
O, language!
There’ll be language everywhere
There’ll be vacant gazes
Deleted phrases
And typing in a chair
Oh!
It doesn’t matter what you wear
(Go to Peet’s and look in there)
So come on, every night, every day,
Every pasty M.F.A.
They’re typing
They’re tying in their seats
They’re typing
They’re typing in their seats...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68Uv959QuCg&ab_channel=WarmerMusicVideos
Heroine
I don’t know
Where this paragraph is going
But I’m gonna try
To put it somewhere if I can
And I’ve got an office tan
Always sitting at my desk
Trying to be more Cheeveresque
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know
I wish that
I was born a hundred years ago
I wish that
I’d make carbons when I type
And I’d smoke a great big briar pipe
Which I’d light with kitchen matches
I’d put on a coat with elbow patches
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know
Heroine
Still needs work
Heroine
She needs scope
She’s not a trope
But the speech I have in mind
Is in a notebook I can’t find
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess I just don’t know
I have made
A big decision
I’m gonna try
To put that paragraph in here
’Cause when I’m writing on my pad
And my plot lines look like plaid
Then I really don’t care anymore
About all the workshops in this town
And everybody writing all their similes down
And all the New Yorkers piled up in mounds
And I guess I just don’t know
Oh and I guess I just don’t know.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN-EZW0Plsg&ab_channel=TheVelvetUnderground-Topic
Juan Coffee Bean Must Die
Three hipsters came to Oakland town
Their fortune for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
Juan Coffee Bean must die
They brought him out of Ecuador
The Trade they made was Fair
And they took him up to Oakland town
To grind and brew him there
The hipsters bought a Faema new
It cost three grand at least
And they made a place with brick unfaced
And dubstep MP3’s
Juan Coffee Bean is ground up fine
And drowned in boiling hell
And worse than that, they have stuck him fast
In pumpkin caramel
We came with Macs and Clairefontaines
To make ourselves at home
Where a soul-patched man with tattooed hands
Drew oak leaves in the foam
For you cannot work your Tools so Pro
You cannot sequence genes
And you cannot plan for Burning Man
Without Juan Coffee Bean
The hipsters prospered wondrously
Each month was their best yet
And these three men made a solemn vow:
A branch in Lafayette
For the scenarist can’t write her chase
Nor the novelist her scene
And the critic can’t dismiss their work
Without a little coffee bean.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8878chOvfI&ab_channel=SteveWinwood