It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a nuclear power
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm working by you all the time
And I know I let you have all the power
It's like the only molecule I seek is phosphate all around
It's like you're energy
Putting the life in me
It's like I can't breathe
Without you inside of me
And I know I let you have all the power
And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time
It's like I can't breathe
I need adenosine
Nothing with two
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Until I make triphosphate
In my cells
In myelin
You've taken over me
It's Adenosine
and phosphate makes three
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm moving more slowly
It's like you're the power house, fueling me
Driving processes
And without you enzymes in my cells
Would die alone
And I know metabolism is
Driven by mitochondria.
It's like I can't breathe
I need adenosine
Nothing with two
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Until I make triphosphate
In my cells
In myelin
You've taken over me
It's Adenosine
and phosphate makes three
The potential
Energy
In this is high
Until you break off a
Phosphate
And then you use it.
Processes are driven
by kinetic energy
Which were stored before in strong phosphate bonds.
I'm hooked on you
I need a fix
I can't take it
Just one more hit
I promise I can deal with it
I'll handle it, quit it
Just one more time
Then that's it
Just a little bit more to get me through this
It's like I can't breathe
I need adenosine
Nothing with two phosphates.
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Until I make triphosphate.
In my cells
In myelin
You've taken over me
It's Adenosine
and phosphate makes three.
Spoof science lyrics to be sung to Kelly Clarkson's "Addicted".
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Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Under the Inquistion
Breathe it out, breathe it in.
You keep coming back to haunt me,
"Jesus' da one who coulda been."
But my eyes see it all so clear.
The Inquisition's far away,
but it never disappears.
Try to put it in the past
Hold on to my cross
And do my tasks.
I don' wanna dream about
All the things that never were.
And maybe I could pray without
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under,
From under, from under...
And my eyes see it all so clear.
You burnt da Vinci and Angelo
And now they've disappeared.
Breathe it out, breathe it in.
I'm a secret Jew, a dreideler,
And now challah's a sin.
And my eyes see it all so clear.
I've commited heresey against
the Vatican, I fear.
Try to put it in the past
Hold on to my cross
And do my tasks.
I don' wanna dream about
All the things that never were.
And maybe I could pray without
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under.
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under,
From under, from under...
To the music of Britney Spears' "Out From Under".
Lyrical spoofs continue!!
Also, I'm super freaking nervous for my meeting this afternoon. So much is contingent on getting what I need, and what I need is not going to be easy to get. WISH ME LUCK. AH DO WUH AH WAN!
Also, Switched on Show Episode #120 dirty inspiration:
You never called my phone after that rusty trombone. Oh Susie Q.
You've got the face of a dog. You took all my yule log. Oh Susie Q.
You keep coming back to haunt me,
"Jesus' da one who coulda been."
But my eyes see it all so clear.
The Inquisition's far away,
but it never disappears.
Try to put it in the past
Hold on to my cross
And do my tasks.
I don' wanna dream about
All the things that never were.
And maybe I could pray without
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under,
From under, from under...
And my eyes see it all so clear.
You burnt da Vinci and Angelo
And now they've disappeared.
Breathe it out, breathe it in.
I'm a secret Jew, a dreideler,
And now challah's a sin.
And my eyes see it all so clear.
I've commited heresey against
the Vatican, I fear.
Try to put it in the past
Hold on to my cross
And do my tasks.
I don' wanna dream about
All the things that never were.
And maybe I could pray without
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under.
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under.
And I don't wanna feel the pain.
How could chains hold me down?
I guess I'll be a convert now.
When I'm out from under,
From under, from under...
To the music of Britney Spears' "Out From Under".
Lyrical spoofs continue!!
Also, I'm super freaking nervous for my meeting this afternoon. So much is contingent on getting what I need, and what I need is not going to be easy to get. WISH ME LUCK. AH DO WUH AH WAN!
Also, Switched on Show Episode #120 dirty inspiration:
You never called my phone after that rusty trombone. Oh Susie Q.
You've got the face of a dog. You took all my yule log. Oh Susie Q.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Queen's Song
And I take one thing from this.
Let's reminisce.
When you're holed up,
When you're closeup,
You're the Queen's cup.
Get a feel up.
Gotta re-up.
Take some time to
Feel better.
You just want him
to want you.
Just want him 'cause
He wasn't for you.
Sometimes you gotta
Breathe deep,
Get a little sleep,
Avoid a creep,
Just play the sheep.
And whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
Making ballyhoo
about your peer review.
Stay tried and true.
Come down to the wire.
Bring you're brightest fire.
I ain't no liar,
When I'm the crier,
Times are dire.
More to come on this one too.
(First line begins after the first rowr!)
It's to be rapped to Ratatat's "Wild Cat"
Writing lyrics to Ratatat songs is really really hard but when it happens, its rewarding.
Let's reminisce.
When you're holed up,
When you're closeup,
You're the Queen's cup.
Get a feel up.
Gotta re-up.
Take some time to
Feel better.
You just want him
to want you.
Just want him 'cause
He wasn't for you.
Sometimes you gotta
Breathe deep,
Get a little sleep,
Avoid a creep,
Just play the sheep.
And whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
Making ballyhoo
about your peer review.
Stay tried and true.
Come down to the wire.
Bring you're brightest fire.
I ain't no liar,
When I'm the crier,
Times are dire.
More to come on this one too.
(First line begins after the first rowr!)
It's to be rapped to Ratatat's "Wild Cat"
Writing lyrics to Ratatat songs is really really hard but when it happens, its rewarding.
Jewish Mother
I've been kvetching for about 17 years okay. I don't smother my sons anymore. I just make sure they get ahead, you know what I'm saying? I can do that. No disrespect, but that's how I am.
I am a Jewish mom, a Jewish, Jewish, Jewish mom.
The one who insists you put a heavy sweater on.
I'll toss and turn when my three sons don't give me a call.
I'll kvetch and moan to my purebred lapdog named Sharone.
I'll bake some tasty koogle for the family, okay.
And braid some challah for the Shabbos party on Friday.
I guess I'll need to buy some eggs and milk and flour too,
And drop off papers at my CPAs office, fool!
Oh and bubbies and kindelachts!
Don't you be meshug,
Nit gidacht!
Oh and bubbies and kindelachts!
Don't you be meshug,
Nit gidacht!
And here I come now,
Walking into schul.
Wearing my talit,
It's indigo and gold!
And here I come now,
Walking into schul.
Wearing my talit,
It's indigo and gold!
(Instrumental Break)
(talking now)
You know I've been a Jewish mother for quite a while now. And when your sons don't call you, I mean it hurts! After all you've done for them the least they could do is say hello once a day...
No I'm not guilt tripping. I'm just saying that after I changed all of those dirty diapers, took them to all those piano lessons, schlepping them from one activity the next, the LEAST they could do IS CALL THEIR MOTHER.
Don't you agree?
I just miss little kindelachts in my house! When am I gonna have some gran'babies!? I've been waiting for years! I mean my oldest son married that nice Jewish girl last year.
Apapapapapa Don't interupt me! They could have had twins by now!
This is to be sung to Ratatat's "17 Years". Insert lyrics for extreme lols.
Moar to comes.
Idk how i can keep it up but I'm going to try.
And time for bed so I can get up for work tomorrow! :D
I am a Jewish mom, a Jewish, Jewish, Jewish mom.
The one who insists you put a heavy sweater on.
I'll toss and turn when my three sons don't give me a call.
I'll kvetch and moan to my purebred lapdog named Sharone.
I'll bake some tasty koogle for the family, okay.
And braid some challah for the Shabbos party on Friday.
I guess I'll need to buy some eggs and milk and flour too,
And drop off papers at my CPAs office, fool!
Oh and bubbies and kindelachts!
Don't you be meshug,
Nit gidacht!
Oh and bubbies and kindelachts!
Don't you be meshug,
Nit gidacht!
And here I come now,
Walking into schul.
Wearing my talit,
It's indigo and gold!
And here I come now,
Walking into schul.
Wearing my talit,
It's indigo and gold!
(Instrumental Break)
(talking now)
You know I've been a Jewish mother for quite a while now. And when your sons don't call you, I mean it hurts! After all you've done for them the least they could do is say hello once a day...
No I'm not guilt tripping. I'm just saying that after I changed all of those dirty diapers, took them to all those piano lessons, schlepping them from one activity the next, the LEAST they could do IS CALL THEIR MOTHER.
Don't you agree?
I just miss little kindelachts in my house! When am I gonna have some gran'babies!? I've been waiting for years! I mean my oldest son married that nice Jewish girl last year.
Apapapapapa Don't interupt me! They could have had twins by now!
This is to be sung to Ratatat's "17 Years". Insert lyrics for extreme lols.
Moar to comes.
Idk how i can keep it up but I'm going to try.
And time for bed so I can get up for work tomorrow! :D
Monday, January 23, 2012
Don't Want You Back
Don’t Don’t Don’t Want you back
You hit me faster than a staph attack.
I got your picture on the B cell facts, alright
And you were more than a cocci shape.
But how you fooled, me, I'm still amazed babe.
But I should have seen, what I would be:
Another victim of strept-oh-cocci.
But now you’re done, you’re over with.
DONT WANT YOU BACK
'Cause you’re no good for me I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
We started going without a voice.
But I was fine so I lost all my defense.
But there were things that made me realize
Like all the hundred thousand white cell guys.
Don’t want you back!
'Cause you’re no good for me, I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
Don't bother showing me your cells divide.
Just let us fight this battle, 'tween you and I.
Don’t want you back, that’s all I know.
All I can say, don't want you back
You know you gotta go.
Don’t want you back!
'Cause you’re no good for me, I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
I rewrote this song (Don't Want you Back from Millenium by the Backstreet Boys) round abouts 2009. I'm just a nerd on the inside, and it's quickly taking over my outer image. I hope the government doesn't take me down for mentioning some copyrighted material. Does mentioning your source count for anything these days?
You hit me faster than a staph attack.
I got your picture on the B cell facts, alright
And you were more than a cocci shape.
But how you fooled, me, I'm still amazed babe.
But I should have seen, what I would be:
Another victim of strept-oh-cocci.
But now you’re done, you’re over with.
DONT WANT YOU BACK
'Cause you’re no good for me I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
We started going without a voice.
But I was fine so I lost all my defense.
But there were things that made me realize
Like all the hundred thousand white cell guys.
Don’t want you back!
'Cause you’re no good for me, I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
Don't bother showing me your cells divide.
Just let us fight this battle, 'tween you and I.
Don’t want you back, that’s all I know.
All I can say, don't want you back
You know you gotta go.
Don’t want you back!
'Cause you’re no good for me, I know.
That's all I can do,
Launch my attack!
Forgive my antibodies, but you gotta go.
I don’t want you back.
I rewrote this song (Don't Want you Back from Millenium by the Backstreet Boys) round abouts 2009. I'm just a nerd on the inside, and it's quickly taking over my outer image. I hope the government doesn't take me down for mentioning some copyrighted material. Does mentioning your source count for anything these days?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
What Lady Gaga meant
You know that I idolize.
You Lady Madonna.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Lady Gaga.
I'm want the gays.
I'm want the gays, Madonna.
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just sign the papers and punch.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Lady Gaga.
Madonna.
Madonna.
Mad-Mad-Madonna.
Mad-Mad-Madonna.
Her music video for Alejandro looks like Evita (which is ALREADY a musical) on crack hip-pop (different from hip-hop). Can you SCREAM Madonna-Wanna-Be? She also seems like she really is trying too hard to be the Queen of Gays. That's not something you force. It just happens. It happened to Britney Spears and Kathy Griffin. It's not happening to this sell-out NY girl. She was walking the line between weird and sell-out and she crossed it. Stop trying so hard to be and just let shit happen.
You Lady Madonna.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Lady Gaga.
I'm want the gays.
I'm want the gays, Madonna.
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.
Just sign the papers and punch.
Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Lady Gaga.
Madonna.
Madonna.
Mad-Mad-Madonna.
Mad-Mad-Madonna.
Her music video for Alejandro looks like Evita (which is ALREADY a musical) on crack hip-pop (different from hip-hop). Can you SCREAM Madonna-Wanna-Be? She also seems like she really is trying too hard to be the Queen of Gays. That's not something you force. It just happens. It happened to Britney Spears and Kathy Griffin. It's not happening to this sell-out NY girl. She was walking the line between weird and sell-out and she crossed it. Stop trying so hard to be and just let shit happen.
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