It’s Valentine’s Day. And I decided I could go one of two ways with this: upload a “you suck so die” melody or upload a happy song. I went with the latter — kinda. It’s a halfway-done rough mix of a song I wrote yesterday. My relationship with my boyfriend inspired me to write it. Essentially, we’ll say REALLY random things to each other, like “I’ll eat your dandruff like a line of coke” (amongst other things), that made it as verses into the song. Additionally, instead of programming the drums, this time I actually played them… which may or may not have been a good idea…. considering I’m a pianist and bassist first… and really don’t know how to record/mix live drums very well. Regardless, the lyrics (mainly exchanges my boyfriend and I have had over the past few years) are available to read below along with a download of the scratch mix.
DOWNLOAD HERE: Wheat Spaghetti
LYRICS FOR WHEAT SPAGHETTI
WHEAT SPAGHETTI
BY NAOMI HALL
I’ll beat your head like a snare drum
If you try to get some
Boy you know you’d rather just run you’re dumb
Fee fi for it if you commit
When you try to outwit
Girl you really look lit sit this out
Pheromones around, try to wind you down
I love this Norwaynian that I caught and found
I’ll eat dandruff like a line of coke
Do you think that it’s a joke?
Baby you know you’re mine
I’ve never felt so pretty
As I do with your wheat spaghetti
You’ve never looked so witty
As you do with wheat spaghetti
I’ll go downtown and then uptown
When you want the sun down
Hey how long can we stand around
A E I owe you nada
You’ve got nasty karma
Dude you totally freak me out
Fragrances are good, smell of wine and food
I love this tall blonde guy I call my dude
Good god lordy and almighty
Look like Aphrodite
Let’s leave on the lighty and have fun
I’ve never felt so pretty
As I do with your wheat spaghetti
You’ve never looked so witty
As you do with wheat spaghetti
I’ll keep on steady like a phantom
Try and keep it random
Go and pop a valium and keep warm
Kudos to whoever doodles
A frozen pack of noodles
And doesn’t nomnom off their own arm
Pheromones around, try to wind you down
I love this Norwegian that I caught and found
I’ll beat your head like a snare drum
If you try to get some
Boy you know you’d rather just run you’re dumb
I’ve never felt so pretty
As I do with your wheat spaghetti
You’ve never looked so witty
As you do with wheat spaghetti
