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Enemy lasagna

Robust below wax

Semiautomatic aqua

Accompany slacks

—Lemon Demon, Word Disassociation

"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey

Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie

With the plastic eyeballs and spraypaint the vegetables..."

—Beck, "Loser"

"Normalized the signal and you're banging on freon

Paleolithic eon

Put the fake goatee on"

—Soul Coughing, "Sugar Free Jazz"

Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's over-bored and self-assured

Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello...

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid, and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto, an albino

A mosquito, my libido

Yeah!

(hey)

—Nirvana, "Smells Like Teen Spirit"

"Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come

Corporation t-shirts, stupid bloody Tuesday

Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, Goo goo ga joob"

—The Beatles, "I Am the Walrus"

"Excalibur - It's not that far
What do ya make? - Give & take
Goin' home - Time Zone
Check out Egg - He's never alone
Leather 'n' lace - Getting in place
What do ya get? - Say, fast jet!
Doom Room - Cosmic zoom
Heads up, Jake - It's Sonic Boom!"

— You Can Do Anything, Sonic the Hedgehog CD

"Brain wave, main wave, psycho got a high kick
Collect and select, show me your best set
Crystals, blisters, it's all over now
Psycho cane, you're so keen — I need more candy canes
Cold cake, cold break, freak got a high kick
Mr. Twister, moist with roistering
Stick it up, take it up, step aside, and see the world
Effect has defects — Take a bow to the moon!"

— Twister, The World Ends with You

"Chickity China the Chinese chicken

You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'

Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison

I hope the Smoking Man's in this one

Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic

Like Sting I'm Tantric

Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy

Like Kurosawa I make mad films

Okay I don't make films

But if I did they'd have a samurai

Gonna get a set of better clubs

Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my

irons aren't always flying off the back-swing

Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon

Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes

that make me think the wrong thing"

—Barenaked Ladies, "One Week"

"Tape has brightening arm connect"
"Wait, that didn't make sense"
"Self paint lever itching does"
"That made even less sense..."
"Shaving copter anymore"
"That's not even a sentence!"
"Weld crat tonsil speep enact"
"Some of those aren't words..."

-They Might Be Giants, "Thinking Machine"

I'm jumping in a pimento shower
I wanted the music first
In the tragic square of the Fresh Prince
There went a perfect brown baby
The guards can see we're all out of weapons, no machetes
Lotion raw bruises
Lotion raw bruises
Drink
or sip
A wench
At our hotel
Wolf government anchovies-when they laugh at you, you'll drown
Eye of the sparrow
This girl slipped on my arrow

—Jim Lehrer, Bad Lip Reading, "Eye of the Sparrow"

Banana banana banana terracotta
Banana terracotta terracotta pie
Banana banana banana terracotta
Banana terracotta terracotta pie
Is there a perfect way of holding you, baby? (Liar)
Vicinity of obscenity in your eyes
[...]
Do we all learn defeat
From the whores with bad feet?
Beat the meat, treat the feet
To the sweet milky seat

—System of a Down, "Vicinity of Obscenity"

Ah, Satan sees Natasha, no devil lived on
Lonely Tylenol, not a banana baton
No "X" in "Nixon", O stone be not so
O Geronimo, no minor ego!
"Naomi", I moan, "a Toyota's a Toyota"
A dog! A panic! In a pagoda!
Oh no Don Ho! Nurse I spy gypsies-run!
Senile felines, now I see bees I won

—"Weird Al" Yankovic, "Bob"

I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake
But I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake
I was only three years dead, but it told a tale
And now listen, little child, to the safety rail
[...]
Is that how it's told now? Is it all so old?
Is it made of lemon juice? Doorknob ankle cold
Now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck
Time for me to retire now and become a duck.

—The Llama Song

Well I'm a peanut bar and I'm here to say,
Your cheques will arrive on another day.
Another day, another dime, another rhyme, another dollar
Another stuffed shirt with another white collar
CRIMINALS! WALL STREET TAKING THE PIE!
AND ALL THE BLACK MAN GETS IS A PLATE OF WHITE LIES!
Prisons recruitin', and police be shootin'
Then rap artists lootin' and the labels all dilutin'
And Barack Obama, BE SCAAAARRRED of me
Cause I don't swallow knowledge and I spit it for free

—Dean Pelton, Community, "VCR Maintenance and Educational Publishing"

Why am I so
sleepy now
I do not
want anything
Heart does not move
My brain turning green rapidly
Too much thinking
Aah

—SATOMI, "It's a pit world" by Shohei Tsuchiya, Groove Coaster

Baby blue buildings far above the crystal grove
Magenta plated terrace with a table and a stove
Guarded golden railing just to frame the pretty stars
Fix the old piano and the birds will fall apart

— EEEAAAOOO

Oh, the time has come to stand up for tomorrow (oh oh oh!)
We're ghost busterz (oh oh oh!), breaking our way through the highs and lows
Oh, you'll be sorry... breaking your face!

— ULTRA BRAiN, "Ghost Busterz"

I'm the cat with the bass and drum
Going around like bom bom bom
What's grooving? I'm moving
I like your style of womping
How charming, just a rapper
Load him up and eat that snapper
I want sixteen pints of rrrrrrrrum and then I go bom bom
Growing up in the dark in the night
And so I go (monkey impression)
I've brought a pie in my pocket
A pie in my pocket? An eye in my socket
You got life, you got style
Me got nothing on my mind
But I'm so cool and I'm so groovy
When I go bom bom bom!

— Sam and the Womp, "Bom Bom"

I wanna sing a song about nothing in particular
Nimi nami nomi nami noo
I wanna sing a song about it really doesn't matter
As long as I can sing with you
Nimi nami nomi nami, nimi nami nomi nami, nimi nami nomi na
I just wanna sing...
With you!

— Big Bird, "Nimi Nami Nomi" Sesame Street

As for a list of exotic amusements,
We choice between the summer here.
Is here we look at baseball,
Like the fact that it does.
As some people the fact,
That volleyball is done and is enjoyed.
When it's hot, we spin in water,
Like the fact that it goes!

—Phineas and Ferb, "J-Pop (Welcome to Tokyo)"

Gradually watermelon! Gradually watermelon! Gradually watermelon! Gradually watermelon!

—Twisted Translations, covering "The Shape of You"

"Oh, you treat me like you get to know a llama!!
Rama llama bing bong kangaroo!
Llama coyote Africa banana!
We play a fancy instrument kazoo."

—Hairy Man, Martha Speaks, "Martha Sings"

Sad inner Sam, walla 'ot day.
After she on she, I must say missed day.
It's a your nana was sued by Inu.
After she o como Nazi no!

—Translations Gone Wrong, "Smile, Smile, Smile"

I've got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon, time to carry on
And try with sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men save

Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you

— Nik Kershaw, "The Riddle"

Take off your band-aid 'cause I don't believe in touchdowns.

—Wilco, "Break Your Heart"

Welcome to the land of the permanent sun
Where the flowers are melted and the future is fun
The freeway lizards are not feeling so good
I'm on one-way trip back in west Hollywood
Let's go

— Gorillaz, "Valley of the Pagans"

Orange slide, the sky that it reflects
Sponge's pride, being dangled
Spider
The apprehension that was caught alive
It's okay even if I don't hide it
I want to have colored dreams
Ride on shooting star
With the voice of my heart, like a shotgun
I kept on singing
Grunge hamster, be grown up
Lobster of revenge, bring it along

— The Pillows, "Ride On Shooting Star" (English translation)

The Easter Bunny told me that Christmas isn't real
But Santa Claus is still Jesus

— bill wurtz, "Christmas Isn't Real"

Climb inside my belly button…
Climb inside my belly button…

Rainbow cinnamon gumdrop
Lemon and purple people are a plastic mystery
Day-glow bubblegum pork chop
Lilac lady will go down in history

Climb inside my world!
Climb inside my belly button beanbag plastic world!

Bean cheese bell bottom mind game
Pig pen Henry drinks his prune juice every day
Tie dye businessman snowflake
Rubber man bouncing down a mushroom gravy highway

Climb inside my world!
Climb inside my belly button beanbag plastic world!

Saffron tea bag pierogi
Parsley panda has a pepperoni pocket comb
Flight bag dripped with lasanga
Meatloaf monkey drives a moonbeam motor home

Climb inside my world!
Climb inside my belly button beanbag plastic world!

— "Climb Inside", The Ren & Stimpy Show, "Jerry the Bellybutton Elf"

The little critters of nature
They don't know that they're ugly
That's really funny
A fly marrying a bumblebee
I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT, BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME
WHY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME?!

— "Happy Happy Joy Joy, The Ren & Stimpy Show''

But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne"
"Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics"
His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat
His vagus nerve a Turk’s head knot, an axle hitch, a Carrick bend
He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee
Auf wiedersehen, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends

—Will Wood, "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA"

Quotes about nonsensical lyrics

"Let's see the fuckers figure that one out!"

—John Lennon to Paul McCartney after writing "I Am The Walrus"

Does it hurt when 'glossolalia coats your skin?' Where can I find a nice new pair of 'unkempt nourishment plows?' What are 'castrating kisses stalactite stems?' I certainly don't know, and neither do the members of Mars Volta who wrote these lyrics.

— Cracked's Dustin Glick, The Five Most Unintentionally Funny Albums of 2006

"I must have played this song like 3000 times in concert. And after all this time, I still have no idea what the fuck it's about."

-Peter Buck talking about the song "Orange Crush"

Bernie Taupin has the ability to use allegory and irony in his lyrics to express profound truths about the human condition ... He also has the ability to write lyrics that make no fucking sense at all...

cracked.com on Elton John

"We pretty much write these songs and let other people figure them out."

-John Linnell

"Now they're trying to come up with meanings for Beatles songs. I never understood what any of them were about, myself..."

-Ringo Starr

"No-one else can make me feel the colors that you bring." What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?

-Bennett the Sage, on Minnie Riperton's "Loving You"

OK, see, according to every Internet site I consulted (believe me, I consulted a lot of them), what Kanye's saying is "bathe my ape in your Milky Way". (plays line with subtitles) That can't possibly be the case, and if it is: Kanye, there's an art to sexual innuendo. You've gotta have some kind of sense. You can't just take a vaguely sexual sentence and throw random words into it!

—Todd in the Shadows, on Kanye West's first rap verse on E.T.

A great track, but the lyrics are fucking gibberish. You look at them and go, "Stop watching documentaries, you knob". Who knows what I was going on about? I was fucking stoned.

—Robbie Williams, on Bodies

"You know how many critics have ragged on Train, telling them to go back and rewrite some of their songs? This makes them look competent, because every single line here is just there to rhyme with the previous one with no time for sense or logic!"

— The Social Tune, on "Summer Girls" by LFO

"It is now time to make it unclear
To write off lines that don't make sense"

—Nirvana, "On a Plain"

The lyrics are nonsensical, but not in a good "The Aquabats! type of nonsensical" way. Rather, they convey the feeling of someone who knows very little English trying to be cool by just rambling off some meaningless English phrases mixed with a bunch of swear words.

— BrokenBassDrum, on "I'm an Albatraoz" by AronChupa

It amazes me that people are still asking me this question. I spilled the beans a few years ago now so this isn't exactly news.

My producer (Peter Collins) came over to my house just before we commenced recording on the second album to hear how I was getting on with the writing. He went away saying he thought it sounded great but didn't think I had the first single. Incensed by this, I went straight up to the spare room and got the chords and melody together for the Riddle. This must've taken all of twenty minutes. Knowing time was short before we started recording I jotted down some jibberish with the intention of writing the real lyric as we were recording it.

About a week later we started recording and I threw a rough guide vocal down using the jibberish lyrics. As the album progressed, I tried various different lyric ideas but nothing seemed to fit as well as the guide lyric. So we decided to stick with what we had. "Let's call it the Riddle", I thought. Then people would think it was actually about something.

I had completely underestimated the fuss this would cause and, to make matters worse, the marketing and promotions people at MCA decided to make a competition out of it (without telling me). The response was unbelievable. We got sack loads of mail with elaborate and detailed analysis of the song. Line by line, word by word. Some were the size of small novels. Some even made sense!! People stopped me in the street to give me their thoughts and theories. On one occasion I arrived to do a live Radio 1 interview with a certain DJ only to find he'd told the great British public that I would be "revealing all" on his show. He was most put out when I wouldn't (couldn't) co-operate.

It all got a bit out of hand and, very quickly, passed the point at which I could come clean without pissing off a lot of people.

In short, "The Riddle" is nonsense, rubbish, bollocks, the confused ramblings of an 80's popstar.

Please forgive me. I knew not what I did.

— Nik Kershaw

"A more apt title for the song might've been 'Dance Into the Fire', though, given the repetition of the phrase that line throughout. But then, the lyrics themselves border on nonsensical; most Bond songs are about a villain or Bond himself or about being in love or something like that. This is just, well… I dunno! I mean, 'Earth's crystal tears?' 'Lover's rosy stain?' 'A sacred why?' I have no idea what any of that means, but I kinda dig it anyway just because it sounds cool; as just an arrangement of words, it's very satisfying."

— Calvin Dyson, discussing Duran Duran's Title Theme Tune for A View to a Kill

"'New Daoboys is too disjointed' this 'the lyrics don’t make any sense' that. Listen, we just do whatever sells records."

— Whoever had the keys to The Callous Daoboys' Twitter account in 2022

Jelly beans and nicotine are streamin' through my grandma's spleen
And I just stubbed my toe!
Stumblin' through the pages of a Webster's earns me wages
There's so many words to go

— There I Ruined It, What Red Hot Chili Peppers sound like to people who don't like Red Hot Chili Peppers

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