Paris - Tokyo - Lupe Fiasco and Panty Dropper BITCHES.

Thursday, December 02, 2010



So.. .I was reading one of my favorite blogs last night - Black Girl's Are Easy, [Read it...its a Trip] and the post in particular that struck me was Lonely Bitch Season
Its a riot...and sadly so accurate. lol. I want you to read it yourself...but in essence it states that when the weather changes from warm to cold, and the holiday season begins - most independent, single, WOULDN'T DATE YOU IN THE SUMMER girls start lowering their standards..lol... cause nobody wants to go to the Christmas party ALONE!!! 

Blink.

 Anyways...this morning was uncharacteristically cold in SF. So on the drive into work... I had to turn on the heat and TURN up some music to get me there. 

Random Selection chose "Lupe Fiasco Paris Tokyo."
So I'm listening to the lyrics..and jamming to the sweet Eumir Deodata Jazz "San Juan Sunset" Sample he has running on the track..[YEAH ..I said it - I'm a Sample Stalker]

And I start thinking...

THESE BITCHES!!  
These Renaissance men, Lyric Spitting, Metaphor Writing...Image creating BITCHES!!
have the gall to not only come up with lyrics like 
" Let's go to sleep in Paris,And wake up in Tokyo. Have a dream in New Orleans,Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne."

Uhm.... who doesn't wanna go to Paris? 
Huh? Scuse me? 
I could fall in love in Chicago...couldn't you? 

And this Evil Man starts  dropping:  
"I turn to see my dream, Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry."
That's Me. Isn't that you?  I KNOW I'm the Love supreme Queen.

And then...
when you think its over he goes:

"Guess who's back in the, house,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep.
I swear you're lookin prettier than ever,"

BITCH

The "panty dropping "[** See Foot note ]continues  because the music track is full of subliminal sexual imagery or tantric chanting or LSD or something...cause your brain can get all wrapped up in the chords and the riffs and next thing you know you have no clue where the hell you are...

Anyways ..

as I was saying...Some times.. 
you can't blame a girl for wanting to get carried away in the moment. 

Lupe from now on referred to as 
LBF...[Lupe B*tch Fiasco]
put it in a song right?? 
So it must be possible??  

Its BITCHY on more than one layer too. A Double Bitch Fest. GRRRRRR

He wrapped the lyrics.... 

the POETRY masquerading as lyrics
..in JAZZ...
then upped the ante with PERCUSSION......................................
.
WHAT THE HELL ARE CHICKS TO DO AGAINST THAT???
Wear a foil helmet??? or UNDERWEAR?? 
WHAT???

Bitches?

I KNOW YOU SEE ME!!!

You KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!!!

**does evil eye hand gesture**

You know ..most days you're okay with being superwoman. Independent, Powerful...Focused...and in the summer? that's Easy as hell to do. it's hot. Days last longer. you can HANG!.

But when its cold.....sigh. 

Steups. 

Steups **1

Anyways.

Lyrics Below.

Enjoy.

[Bitch in this post is used With L.O.V.E.]....

hmm this should come up in a lot of search engines now...

**Foot Note: Panty Dropping - Actions or communications that make it Impossible for panties to stay on and eventually fall off to the floor
**1: Steups - Trinidadian interpretation of sucking one teeth. Its spelt as it's spoken. Steups. That's the sound. Say it....steeeupppps. It expresses extreme disgust, disappointment, frustration, and ends a conversation


LYRICS
"Paris, Tokyo"

[Background talking]
(I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here,
You know, I gotta go pay these bills,
I got a show to do, you know?)
One time, for your mind.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 1]
I love her
And I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie
He said, "let's hit Japan,
If we can make 'em jam,
We can make a hundred grand,
Spend it in the south of France
Nothing further." I jumped,
Grabbed my go-yard trunk,
Got ready to 'walk it out,' like Unk
In my John Lennon chucks.
That's when I heard Murder
You're killin me, you're fillin me
With sorrow, sunrise, "goobye"'s,
And "missin you tomorrow"'s.
I turn to see my dream
Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry.
I drop my bags in a flash
That's faster one eighty on that dash-er,
To dry your tears.
And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er,
Use the dame who's the username to all my pass-words.
The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er,
I even keep your picture in my pass-purt.
(love love)

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 2]
So let's keep it, real,
All in't together, "free chill!"
Tell the stewardess to throw a movie, on the reel.
Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills,
Lean back in my first-class seat, and sleep.
Don't wake me till I land, when they barely understand
What I speak, but they nod to my beats.
I tell my fans who I am and they stand and they clap
They applaud. They love me, my God.
"O'scadie sama'desta" or maybe "au revoir,"
"A spree on Saint Henry," then back to Charles de Gaul.
So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been,
And, everything that I done, and,
Tell her that she's the one, and, um.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.
Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

[Verse 3]
Uh.
Guess who's back in the, house,
With a bunch of souvenirs, and a smile for your mouth.
I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you
In my dreams, 'fore I went to sleep, to La-La land to count them sheep.
I swear you're lookin prettier than ever,
It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together ever more.
For better or, less or poor, all worth the wait in buried treasure
X's on the shore.
I know my world tour's like war to you,
But Ian said, "Aloha," and Harley said, "Cheers!"
Julian said, "Bonjour!," Big O was like "Yeahhhhh!"
Amanda and Lemessie want to know when we goin there.
Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club
Of the international play-boys and play-girls.
But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness,
She said, "Pursue your interests, 'cause even If
I'm ticketless, I'll be there, by your side,
In your heart and, on your mind."
So, as I taxi down another runway,
I gotcha, who loves you babe
Now bring it back, now, uh.

[Chorus]
Let's go to sleep in Paris,
And wake up in Tokyo.
Have a dream in New Orleans,
Fall in love in Chicago,
Mayne.

Then we can land in the motherland,
Camelback across the desert sand.
Take a train, to Rome, or home,
Brazil, forreal.
Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes.

Wherever I go she goes.
Wherever I go she goes. 


LOOK at him. HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID!!! 

Bitch..


POST SCRIPT: DUDE  HAS THE BALLS TO NOT BE DRESSED IN PANTS FALLING OF HIS BUTT,  AND IS DAPPER IN EVERY SHOT.

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