Wednesday, October 27, 1999

LYRICS - Broccoli!


BROCCOLI!
By Emma Johnson
10-27-99
no. 543
[for Robin Lowney]

LYRICS:

There’s a vegetable
I want to talk about.
It’s green and leafy and good.
There’s a vegetable
I want to talk about.
I eat it all day just like I should.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
And I eat it every day like I should. Could
you give me a reason not to eat it?
There’s no vegetable that can beat it.
You know, I really, really need it.
Broccoli, broccoli --
it’s good.

         /Some
people take their vitamins (yeah).
but, you know, they’re missing out (uh-huh).
Some people take their vitamins (oh, yeah),
but this is one vegetable one shouldn’t
live without.

(Without a doubt.)

It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
And I eat it every day like I should. Could
you give me a reason not to eat it.
There’s no vegetable that can beat it.
You know, I really, really need it.
Broccoli, broccoli --
it’s good.

         /So, make
room for 2 or 3 servings a day.
It’s low in fats and saturated fatty acids, what
more can I say?
Melt some cheese
or eat it plain.
Get acquainted with my friend
and you won’t complain.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
And I eat it every day like I should. Could
you give me a reason not to eat it.
There’s no vegetable that can beat it.
You know, I really, really need it.
Broccoli, broccoli --
it’s good.

          /Now,
one more thing about broccoli:
you gotta eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
(One thing about broccoli:)
(you gotta) eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
(Just eat that broccoli:)
you gotta eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it


It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
It’s name is BROCCOLI.
And I eat it every day like I should. Could
you give me a reason not to eat it.
There’s no vegetable that can beat it.
You know, I really, really need it.
Broccoli, broccoli --
it’s good.

[1]Let’s talk about broc-col-i.
Let’s talk about you and me.
Let’s talk about all the vegeta-
bles from which you can derive
vitamin C.
Let’s talk about it.
(Let’s talk about it.)


Let’s talk about broccoli.
We’re talking about broccoli.
It means a lot to me.
Who knew a vegetable could be controversy?
It would win playing Monopoly.
Whoa, this is the way it’s got to be.
What used to be a mystery to me,
became my friend, you see.
The root of catastrophe.
When I go to the supermarket, it’s what I go to see.
It is the way.
What can I say?
But “hats off to you,
Broccoli.”
When things aren’t going your way,
just think of broccoli.
What is it you wanted me to see?
Was it having to do with broccoli?
Let’s hear it for broccoli.
B-R-O-C
C-O-L-I
Broccoli.
I’m not a moron;
you don’t have to spell it out for me.
So, quit your bitchin’,
and come to the kitchen.
Broccoli is sure
to cure
any condition.

We’re talkin’ about
(BROCCOLI!)
Let me hear you say
(BROCCOLI!)
A little louder
(BROCCOLI!)
Break it down
(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)
(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)


Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay
Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay
Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay
Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay hey hey hey
hey Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay
Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay hey hey hey
Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay
Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay

(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)
(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)

Broccoli, Mmmm

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Saturday, September 11, 1999

LYRICS - Answering Machine Message


“answering machine message”
by Emma Johnson
9-11-99

LYRICS:

You’ve reached the home of the Johnson residence
but René and Emma are doing things that take more precedence.
But there’s no need for you to get hostile
‘cause we’ll get back to you just as 
soon as possible.
Right now we’re out
or maybe we’re here.
But either way
we can’t answer the phone.
So, don’t be shy.
Here’s where your job comes in.
Leave a message right after the tone.
It doesn’t matter if you think it’s important,
because it’s important to us.
Whoever you are,
we want to hear from you
Even if you dialed the wrong number
Or are a prank caller who just wanted to cuss
Just, please leave a message—
a message after the beep.
Otherwise we’ll be contemplating
who we should call
and won’t be able to sleep.

(Thank-you for your co-op-er-ation.)

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Thursday, August 26, 1999

LYRICS - Asshole


asshole
bY Emma Johnson
12th gr.
8-26-99.1

LYRICS

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And then there’s you.

You seemed so nice when I met you,
But now I want to forget you.
When I met you you seemed good-natured and kind.
But now I believe that I was out of my mind.
Now I know:


You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.

The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.

Many people think
that you are nice.
But they don’t know the real you yet.
But soon they’ll be haunted
by memories of you
they’ll try hard to forget.
Soon they’ll know:

You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.


I wish you wouldn’t
talk to me,
but that’s nothing I can control.
I haven’t seen you for
a couple of days,
but it’s too soon to say that I’m on a role.
Just one question, why is making me
miserable your goal?
Oh, wait, I can answer that myself:
It’s because you’re an asshole.

You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.

Everytime I talk to you
a part of myself dies.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of my soul cries.

Do you realize
what you’ve done?
All thoughts end
before they’ve begun.
Now, how will I end
what I’ve already sung?
A part of my soul died
and I began to run.


Everytime I talk to you
a part of myself cries.
Everytime I talk to you
a part of my soul dies.
I tried to change this reoccurring event,
but you will never compromise.

I know it’s
wrong
to think I’m better
than you.
But if you
were me
You’d think the
same thing too.

You’re an asshole —
a motherfucking prick.
I’d find great pleasure in sticking
an ice-pick up your dick.
The way you carry yourself
is merely a cover
for your deceptive lies.
All I see is my reflection
In your wary eyes.

Screwdrivers: The perfect candidate for
“you are what you eat.”


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Wednesday, July 14, 1999

LYRICS - Sexual Abuse Reflected On a Decade Later


Sexual abuse reflected on a decade later/ ode to a passive aggressive
7-14-99
poem #554

LYRICS:

I’d never wish it upon myself
but now I’m realizing it isn’t all bad
IT is bad
but not all that comes of it.
My childhood was stolen;
for that I’m sad.
But in effect I became more mature.
In hard situations
I could endure
without much effort
put forth by me (I suppose).

Hey
Hey
Hey

Though I didn’t/ get to experience
what most people do
why is that considered a tragedy?
Why would I want to be the same as all the rest?
From the minute I was conceived
my life was diverging from the normal path.
Look at the diverging road and me —
try to compute the math.

Hey
Hey
Hey

I’d be a different person.
I’d have a different soul.
I may have the same interests
and/or think the same
with a different goal.

Hey
Hey
Hey

You can fuck me
all you want
but you’ll never have
my soul.

You can fuck me
for as long as you want
but you’ll never
have control.

[1]Violate me
in violet times
the vilest way that you know.
Ruin me.
Ravage me.
Utterly savage me.
On me, no mercy bestow.


Hey
Hey
Hey

You never think that
you can deal with it
until it happens
and then you do.

Why do you
lock the door
when the people
you should
be most afraid of
are inside your house
living among you?

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid
I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid
I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid
I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid
I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid
I used to be careful but now I’m just as paranoid as hell.

Hey
Hey
Hey

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Wednesday, April 21, 1999

LYRICS - The Chocolate Song


The chocolate
song

By Emma considine johnson

4/21/99.1s
no. 399

LYRICS:

This is a song about chocolate.
I wrote this song about chocolate
because chocolate is a
very important commodity to me.

Where would we be without chocolate?
I don’t know.
And another question: Where would I be without chocolate?

I don’t dare find out.
It’s not a side of me you’d want to see.
Hidden anger comes out, to the surface.
Below my skin, there is a monster that cries out,
“Give me chocolate!
 Give me chocolate!”

My brain has become dependent on it.
It can’t function without it anymore.
Or, at least function in a way that is
remotely socially acceptable.
(Not that there’s anything wrong with not being socially acceptable.
– But in this case there is something definitely wrong with not being socially acceptable
Something really, really wrong.)

It’s an unexplainable phenomenon
– chocolate that is.
It is my friend.
It is my foe.
We have a history
that goes back before I can remember
remembering.

Yo yo,
check my flow.
10 candy-bars sit
lined up in a row—ho.
Did you eat them
'cause now only wrappers sitand
I’m not in the mood to
deal with it
(your shit).
I’m gonna throw a fit
if I
don’t have
chocolate.

Chocolate for you.
Chocolate for me.
That is all I
want life to be.
Just chocolate for you and
chocolate for me.
That is all
I want life to be.

Now, before I continue my song I’d like to tell you something else about chocolate.
Chocolate is my friend.
It is my lover.
And it is one of my worst fears.[1]

In my book, not eating chocolate should constitute
as one of the seven deadly sins.
So, from now on, as far as I’m concerned,
there are eight deadly sins.

There are so many different kinds of chocolate,
that finding chocolate shouldn’t be a problem.
Even cheap imitation brands will suffice when you have to do with what you’ve got.
Just as long as everyone is eating a lot.

I challenge you this the next time you are eating chocolate that tastes like shit:
to think of all the poor children in a 3rd world country
of your choice
They would die to eat that shit you’re eating.
And so should you.
And so should you.
(Now I’m just gonna repeat this line
until this
chord progression is through.)

And so should you.
And so should you.

And so should you.
And so should you.
And so should you.
And so should you.

Word up,
Homey-G,
do I see a chocolate bar,
or is it just me?
Hey, you,
give me the 4-1-1
(I don’t care how your steak is done (but))
if that’s a candy-bar,
can I have some?

No, I did not mean sex,
because that’s just too complex.
I just want some candy,
because it’s dandy.
And although liquor is quicker,
there’s a reason why
drugs don’t have their own
scratch-and-stiff stickers.

Chocolate for you.
Chocolate for me.
That is all
I want life to be.
Just chocolate for you and
chocolate for me.
That is all
I want life to be.

Just one thing before you go:
I hope you all enjoyed the show, and
if you like chocolate, won’t you
let me know?

(that)
I like chocolate!
     (Do you?)
I like chocolate!
     (Really?)
I like chocolate!
     (Are you sure?)
I like chocolate!

I like chocolate.
O.K., that’s enough.
You’ve made that apparent
(that) I like chocolate.
Do you like chocolate, too?


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Friday, April 9, 1999

A girl in Costa Rica, 1999

A girl kept running into my frame because she said she wanted to be photographed. I said OK.

Actually, at first I tried to avoid taking her picture because obviously she was a minor, but it was soon obvious that she wanted me to take pictures of her because she would speed up and stop. Her dad gently told her to stop running into my pictures because she was ruining it. But I thought it was great! Such a funny girl full of life! Since her parent was OK with it, I then took pictures of her. She loved the attention and I loved photographing her.


Monday, March 1, 1999

LYRICS - I Want To Be a Girl Scout Cookie


“I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie”
words & music by Emma Johnson
written 3-1-99.2s

LYRICS:

I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie.
Being a Girl Scout makes me happy.
There are so many things you do as a Girl Scout --
many things people just don’t get to see.
I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie.
Being a Girl Scout makes me happy.
There are so many things you do as a Girl Scout --
many things people just don’t know about.

I want to be a Girl Scout. (Girl Scout)
I don’t have to be a cookie. (cookie, cookie)
I want to be a Girl Scout. (Girl Scout)
Being in Girl Scouts has set my mind free. (mind free)
Even when I’m not a girl anymore. (anymore)
I’ll still be a Girl Scout in my heart. (in my heart)
It’s taught me so many things about what life is about,
but ...


Sometimes I don’t want to be a Girl Scout anymore.
The last thing I want to do is eat cookies and s’mores.
I don’t want to be a Girl Scout anymore.
The last thing I want to do is eat cookies and s’mores.

I don’t want to be
a Girl Scout cookie.
I don’t want to be
a Girl Scout cookie.

I don’t want to be
a Girl Scout cookie.
Do you want to be a Girl Scout? No.
But, then again, I miss it so.
Do you want to be a Girl Scout? No.
But, then again, I miss it so.

I think I might change my mind.
Good friendships are hard to find.
I’m going to change my mind.
The friendships we’ve built here are hard to find.

I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie.
Being a Girl Scout makes me happy.
There are so many things you do as a Girl Scout --
many things people just don’t get to see.
I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie.
Being a Girl Scout makes me happy.
There are so many things you do as a Girl Scout --
many things people just don’t know about.
I want to be a Girl Scout Cookie.
Being a Girl Scout makes me happy.


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Tuesday, January 5, 1999

LYRICS - That Day Isn't Today


By Emma Johnson
Poem written on 1-5-99.2
Music written on 10-5-98
#397

LYRICS:


they talk about me
unfavorably
because I am different
i’m saddened
although
I don’t respect their opinions
anyway
And I know I’ll look back on this
another day
and won’t comprehend why I feel this way

but that day isn’t today
but that day isn’t today

I’m asking for it
I know I am
But I’m not ready for
handling the plan
I’ve drawn up
Inside my head
Leave me alone
I wish you had never acknowledged me instead

Someday I will
Rise Above It All
That is if
i get up when I’m Pushed To Fall

But that day isn’t today
But that day isn’t today


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