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Barack Obama - Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson (ft. Bruno Mars) has been added as a related post - related requested by PlayhousePals on that post.

UPTOWN FUnK has been added as a related post - related requested by PlayhousePals.

I think you know this, but it's "White Bread" world, not "white-bred."

I think you know this.

Here's another fact: I'm currently high as f**k, and the sun is the main cause of solar warming.


>> ^doogle:

"white-bred world"?
wow these were more honest times of class struggle. Synchronised dancing and all. Even an upstart like Billy Joel had to work a second job as a car mechanic to support his fledgling music career. Even had to do both jobs at the same time, the music videos with his mechanic duties.
Great song. Upvote.

>> ^doogle:

Is that Christie Brinkley?


Yup, they were married for nearly 10 years.

hmm.. @eric3579 here's another version of the lyrics. i'm not sure which is more correct.

Hey
I can be the answer
i'm ready to dance when the vamp up
and when i hit that dip get ya camera
you could see i been that bitch since the pamper
and that i am that young sis
the beacon. the bitch who wants to compete and i could freak a ‘fit
that pump w/ the peep &
you know what ya bitch become when her weave in
i just wanna sip that punch with ya peeps &
sit in that lunch if ya treatin
kick it with ya bitch who come from parisian
she know where i get mine from and the season
now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
and fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
i guess that kunt gettin eaten (2x)
i was in the 212 on the uptown A nigga you know what's up
or don't you? word to who made ya
i'm a rude bitch nigga
what are you made up of? i'ma eat ya food up boo
i could bust your 8
i'ma do one too
fuck ya gon do?
when ya do make bucks
i'ma look right nigga bet ya do want to fuck…..
fuck him like ya do want to cum
ya gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
cock-a-likkin in the water by the blue bayou
caught the warm goo
in ya du-rag too son? nigga you're a kool-aid dude
plus your bitch might lick it
wonder who let you come to one-two
with ya doodoo crew son…. fuck are you into
huh? niggas better oooh-run-run
you could get shot homie
if ya do want to
put ya guns up
tell your crew don't front
i'm a hoodlum nigga you know you were too once.
Bitch i'm ‘bout to blew up too
i'm the one today
i'm the new shit boo
young rapunzel
who are you bitch
new lunch? - i'ma ruin you kunt (3x) AYO
I HEARD YOU RIDING WITH THE SAME TALL
TALL TALE
TELLING THEM YA MADE SOME
SAYING YOU GRIDING BUT YA AIN'T GOING
NOWHERE WHY PROCRASTINATE GIRL? YOU GOT ALOT BUT YOU JUST WASTE ALL YOURS AND
THEY'LL FORGET YOUR NAME SOON
AND WONT NOBODY BE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF (YEA) -WHAT YOU GON DO WHEN I APPEAR?
W-WHEN-WHEN I PREMIERE? BITCH THE END OF YOUR LIVES ARE NEAR
THIS SHIT BEEN MINE MINE. (2X) bitch i'm in the 212 with the fif' cocked nigga its the TWO-ONE-ZOO
fuck ya gon do
when ya goon sprayed up
bet his bitch wont get him
bet ya you wont do much. see even if ya do want to bust
ya bitch'll get ya cut and touch ya crew up too pop
ya playing with ya butter like ya boo won't true cock the gun to where ya do eat poom hun?
i'm fucking with ya cutie-q
what's your dick like homie? what are you into? what's the run dude? where do you wake up?
tell ya bitch keep hatin'
i'm the new one two huh…. cuz i remember you when you were the young new face but ya do like to slumber don't you?
now ya boo up too hun.
I'M A RUIN YOU KUNT. -WHAT YOU GON DO WHEN I APPEAR? W-WHEN-WHEN I PREMIERE? BITCH THE END OF YOUR LIVES ARE NEAR
THIS SHIT BEEN MINE MINE. (2X)

Hey, I can be the answer
I’m ready to dance when they vamp up
And when they hit that dip get your camera
You can see when that bitch sets the pamper
And get in that young sister beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
I can freakin fit that pump with the peep in
And you know what your bitch become when her weaved in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if your treating
Kick it with your bitch who come from...
You knows where to get mine from in the season
Unless you wanna lick my plum in the evening
And flick that tongue, tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten

I was in the 212 on the uptown
Hey nigga nigger, you know what's up or don’t you?
Wonder who made ya
I’ma rude bitch nigga, what are you made up of
I’ma eat your food up, boo
I could bust your 8, I’ma do one too
Fuck it
When you do make bucks
I’ma look right, nigga, I bet you do want to fuck
Fuck 'em like you do want to come
...you discovered I'm a 212
Cock-a-licking in the water...
Caught the warm goo and you do right too son
Nigga Nigger, you’re a cooler dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come 212, what do you...son
Fuck are you in to, huh?
Niggas better do run run
You could get shot homie if you do want to
Put your guns up
Tell your crew don't front
I'm a hoodlum nigga
You know you were too once
Bitch about to blew up to
I’m the one today
I’m the new shit too
Yeah I’m Rapunzel
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I’ma ruin you cunt!
I’ma ruin you cunt!
I’ma ruin you cunt!
I’ma ruin you cunt!

Ayo, ayo
I heard you’re riding with the same tall, tall tale
Tell him I made some, made some
Saying you’re grinding but you ain’t going nowhere, nowhere!
Why procrastinate girl?
You gotta lie, but you just waste all yourself
They'll forget your name soon, name soon
And want nobody be the same as yourself, yeah

What you gonna do when I ain't up there
W-when I premier
Bitch the end of their lives are there
This ship ain’t mine, mine!
What you gonna do when I ain't up there
W-when I premier
Bitch the end of their lives are there
This ship ain’t mine, mine!

Bitch I’m in the 212
With the fifth cock nigga
Its the 212
Fuck your gun, dude!
When your goons sprayed up
Bet his bitch won't get him
Betcha you won't do much
See, even if you do want to bust
Your bitch ... and touch your crew up to pop
You’re playing with your butter like you do want to cock the gun too
Where did you eat too, hun?
And fuck him with your cutie-cue ...
What’s your dick like homie?
What are you into?
What’s the run dude?
Where do you wake up?
Tell your bitch, "Keep hating"
I'm a new one too, huh
See I remember you when you were the young new face
But you do like to slumber don't you
Now you blew up too hun
I’ma ruin you cunt!
I’ma ruin you cunt!
I’ma ruin you cunt!

What you gonna do when I ain't up there
W-when I premier
Bitch the end of their lives are there
This ship ain’t mine, mine!
What you gonna do when I ain't up there
W-when I premier
Bitch the end of their lives are there
This ship ain’t mine, mine!

This is rocknroll but http://www.videosift.com/video/Billy-Joel-Uptown-Girl-Big-Shot-Live-in-the-USSR isn't? Pfft.

I gotta say that I found Amsterdam sketchy and uninviting when I first got there (edit: based on an admittedly small sample of the city). I was staying in the Centrum district, near the train station, at the legendary Flying Pig hostel. Dudes trying to sell me drugs kept following me like tenacious mosquitoes and at night in the middle distance I heard women's screams which were not of the happy variety. (I was also reminded that two friends of mine had been attacked right outside my hostel.) It was by far the place in Europe that I most felt I needed to watch my back -- about the only place I felt that, actually. The marks of the sex and drug trade were seamy and dissolute without being hot or exciting (perhaps I would've seen that differently if I'd been there to indulge in either one, or both, but I wasn't). The sex museum was lame. I have to castigate the Flying Pig Downtown hostel too; its reputation was supposed to be tremendous -- "best place I've ever stayed" and so on -- but it was the worst; even with two weeks' advance booking I was in a moldy, windowless basement dorm; the place was not remotely clean and the showers backed up immediately. It bears mentioning too that this was the only time I've met hostel-goers who were uniformly furtive and unfriendly rather than social and outgoing (or at least making an effort at same) which has been my experience at virtually all other hostels before and since. A great many of them must have been stoned to the gills, and maybe that accounts for the weirdy unfriendliness -- I don't know.

I cut short my stay and was about to head back out into the warm welcome of the smaller cities and towns, but before I did I ended up spending a couple days 4 km away at the Flying Pig Uptown, which was clean, bright, filled with friendly people and right near the Leidseplein, a beautiful public square filled with shade trees and ringed with bars and bistros (it was near the Heineken Brewery too). Purely by chance I ran into an Aussie buddy that I had met in Arnhem earlier in the week, too. So that was good. YMMV.

Rugged like rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up
Tags that spray your hall with rap aerosol
Organized graffiti lectures in can control
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to fort apache
I'm much too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking m-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out your nature
Wide open like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the grand dragon
Searching for my style like job-corps
Coming home on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But sabotaging me ain't easy
I'm crooked like nathan wick starring as cochese
With a big baseball bat you get robbed like deniro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero
Just a small sample of the abstract
When the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy wack
We all can't be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like that
Here's what I want you to do
Niggas with the green axe and burgundy forerunner, inhuman like blade runner
When I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose frequencies in sequence
Napalm gets dropped long range like fiber optics
Check the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my nigga el-p
Who's here to spark it causing all these crabs to flee

Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me maxmillian cause I'm that crazy robot
Teetering on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned I've got your ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold none barred kid
What's your confunction? tracks is type dusty
Drinking water out the well of life and i'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're God damned right
I'm on 'em like aeorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off (*clap clap*) welcome to my free-form jubilee, look at me
The witness to the shit you wanna be
Dba lyrical p known as a simp and I'm a sycophant
Feeding on fats passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible state
Forerunner rep tyrannical
Wrecks like tecs bust mechanical
Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an easel
Shoot a head up, what bitch you're boxing shadows
Look out my way you pull your breath out to battle
Breaking your double helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the needle out your vinyl
El-p the third gunner on the grassy knoll
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, motherfuck the houston rockets
I'm so sick of recycled metaphors
Bet but I'd fuck laura ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a highway to heaven
Got manners like bruce banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks
Cause I'm a thinker
Evil anus letting off stinkers

Bj eight steps to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Let rhyme styles get sparked

Ep eight stpes to perfection
The sum of each part forms an octagon
Where rhyme styles get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you never won't win
Playing taps on a violin
You can never comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one like a chinese, jamaicin like a chin
Hot rocking corduroy, ballys that's so fitted
Niggas came and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the blueprint for the ghetto music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper jeep like cherokee
When I take aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. madman attract lyrics like magnets
They fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the juice, then go bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to compute the math
To kick any type sport like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the texas chain saw
Massacre one two three you're taking and tell 'em
Eastwick underground new york be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the mind be the mentals
If you murder up in the ghetto you murder in a temple

I can agree that Uptown Girl is more pop than rock, but Big Shot is most definitely rock.

A lot of niggaz stepped up to the bad man
Chest bucked out with your head wide open
Hopin, to spot, a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
of the OK Corral, Cowboy style
From the Quarters on down to Colorado's
Big niggaz from uptown, ridin into Tahoe's
Saloon settin, kids is walkin round
drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out of shotglasses
Lookin screwfaced at the next nigga who passes
There's women in garter belts and ciggarettes
And on the side there's the price game
Niggaz is playin the price game
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor
They side-bettin for a better, they makin cheddar
That tribal shit is work ya sound the wompom drums
Cause my Indian man'sll break your great dick, UHH
Walk in the New York terrority
On the back of a tree, there's a picture of me
It says I'm lawless, flawless, a hustler plus gun rustler
Wanted in Carolina, for sellin some of New York's finer
Marshal Cooper say he want me, Marshal Cooper gotta get me
Marshal Cooper say beat me, Marshal Cooper better wet me
I gather alla y'all, all of my trusted men
All of my baddest niggaz, niggaz that's quickest with the triggers
There's distrubin news on the wire
That my dome piece is done sent to piece out for hire
I ain't goin down over no money exchange
You late for say I, who reigns as King of the Range?
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind...
Meanwhile saloon settin is back to full swing
Bar's gettin money people doin they thing
There's strictly Boss Players with this kid named Minnesota
As women start to fill up, turn the notch on the grill up
And add mo' stakes to the house banks for gamblers
Half-pipes to scramblers, and free for Wild Cowboys
You never bring decoys if you wanna make real nouse
The bigger the stick, the bigger the fire
I never hit a man in the back, a coward acts like that
Lay out my black hat cause I feel like the bad man
Who on the rise, the D's to Manhattan
Let's walk the thirty paces on the Now Rule races
Oh it's the Marshal Cooper, and I love how he doin this
Women sayin don't get hurt, and I ain't plannin on it
Ten steps taken as I hit the blam factor
His dick to act up, was death the benefactor
Leave him twitchin in the dirt like Cousin Harold from the Menace
I'm in this to win this on the great wide trail
I'm ten times as bad as John Wayne, could ever be
Plus I'm down with the Indian, and need high to get the shit again
I'm responsible for that body in the alley
I'll Louisiana Purchase that ass with with Remi's spurs
and hard shots of Tequila, where the dancin girls
Let's get right as the story unfurls
Piano man keep playin, keep them keys bangin
Single man get three graves there's gonna be a hangin
Now this right here ain't for the youth to see
A grown man assed out swingin from a tree
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack your vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind
Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
Had all the work locked down, so he thought
But he drank and got loose lipped, let a lot of news slip
Stripped of his game and got his self murdered
Thoughts of him are passin like the buffalo
Got his self rocked in the ninety-six brand new Acura
Niggaz said it was lightning BLAOW blew out the back mirror
Hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Dig, check it out
They say that Cowboys never die they just ride off into the sun
A little tale from Sadat X of how the WORLD was won
Check it out, remember this
Gun-slingers, dead-ringers with presidents
Is found tied with no explanation of how they died
Yo the great Sadat X, the High Plains Drifter
No question
In this land of wildness
Yo you better pack a vest
In the streets there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind

mmm... it seems this thread has been resuscitated so i fear no repercussion of posting my hello!

my name is chris and i've been registered to the sift since december of 2006. i'm obviously a lurker more than anything, but it's really because i don't spend a lot of time digging up videos. the only reason i felt compelled to find something worth posting was to get rid of my probie status! (i trust you all understand.)

i've got a bachelor's in german from UC berkeley, but i spent about 3.5 years learning electrical engineering and computer programming. after getting my heart broken, i changed my major to change my friends and surroundings. i have not looked back since; being out of the basement is invaluable, and so are great books and interesting people.

i love burlesque. you can probably find me at the uptown club in oakland or somewhere in the city at a show. (that's san francisco.)

thanks to a woman whom i've adored for years, but never done anything with, i'm addicted to cycling. i ride fixed gear for fun, not fashion. the bike has a phrase i painted on it, "my other bike has gears." i'm also a mechanic, and i used to autocross my old 1989 honda accord because, well, why not.

videosift has been one of my regular stops on the internet... along with big picture, nytimes, wsj, and (until recently) my warcraft guild's website. i have been "clean" for about three months now. i have no intention to return to addictive gaming.

i'm studying to become a recognized beer judge by the BJCP. i will know my score after the november 14th 2008 test. my background is in wine, but beer is amazingly complex and terribly tasty.

currently, i work for an enormous independent auto shop in berkeley. we are solar powered, do anything hybrid, and have a great reputation. i am the sys-ad, but i also interface between the mechanics and customers since i don't mind talking with people.

i'm 26, and single... but it's my 'fault.' i don't like to fuck around, probably because i respect women; but i'm a good looking guy and could easily capitalize on that. i have eyes for two women who, for reasons beyond my feeble masculine conception, seem to have little interest in me.

the sift rages on! i would like to thank cat power for being the musical backdrop for reading this sift-talk.

much love and respect for everyone, including the impressive (intelligent) trolls as well. i do not condone choggie's downvote/discard actions, but his comments consistently brought a smirk to my face.

eff (like the letter, not the keebler )

Now count how many levels that I smacked you back to oblivion
My heights olympian
I'm from the Caribbean, Barbados
All fatal
Styles that I construct and conduct in a manner like Banner
Sky scanner, eye jammer
40 miles above Highlander with my grammar
I shitted on Bush and tried to cap Santa
Rap vandalizer
Verbal brutalizer
Who's the wiser, me or he
Who moves to grow flesh in test tubes
I have mastered such degrees in less moves
My discipline
Envisioning
Ritalin
FDA approved, we lose
Medication taking brute forces
They battling and tallying losses
See how costless holocaust is?
Helicopters now replaced by flying saucers
Over the ghettos where some brothers are taught to bust shots
To get a lot of what is had by the haves not the have nots
Raps drop pun your brainstem
This is Lif aka codename Mayhem
What made you think that I wouldn't come back with a bloody axe
And some muddy facts over tracks?!

Up in the ghetto we're taught to bust shots
That's a bird in the bush and a fine line to walk
Get down, stay down
Hold up, back the fuck up
Get up, stay up
Hold up, back the fuck down
Brothers is taught to bust shots [repeated]

Fact one:
America don't give a fuck about you so get off it
I'm not a prophet they just want the profit
They make you want it so you cop it, soon you can't stop it
You're addicted
But low on doe so you get evicted

Fact two:
Darfur's in a state of emergency
It's genocide
Code red classified
If this was Kosovo it'd be over, bro
But it's brothers so it equals no coverage, mo' sufferage
People drawn and quartered
Castrated, slaughtered, burned, disgraced
Gang raped, displaced
While the rest of the world just turn face to chase
Some economic goals
Balance the lost souls
But live it up
We 'bout to burn in hell 'cause god knows

Fact three:
The Bush Administration's worth nothing
Just fuck 'em!
Throw 'em in the barrel, buck 'em!
Oh, you ain't know them flood waters was coming?
You can't smell that african blood running?
Oh, to y'all niggers is worthless or something?
Fuck Clinton too!
You ain't really down because you live uptown, bitch
Rwanda!
Check out what we're looking at here across water
In the ghettos, brothers and sisters, it's self slaughter
How could colonized minds lead to such uncivilized times?
Maybe the tribes were harmonious and you were erroneous
It's no fun
In fact, it's sin under the sun
And son, in the event you meet some cops just run
Or maybe walk real slow and lick shots at Po
Not with the gun this times, through intelligents lines
You see, they look strong externally, internally they're dying
Just elevate
When drama escalate, you just shine!

It is from a parade that occurred on Friday, February 1, 2008. It took place Uptown in New Orleans. I saw it on St. Charles Avenue. The floats used Greek myth themes. I don't remember the one for that float. I'll be adding five more parades. I'm spreading them out a bit.

http://pijournal.blogspot.com/

The only video I took was of the "Dancin' Dawgfighters" and a giant tow truck that the city is proud of:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNZn5E4IBlc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQpc2gg1wKM&feature=user

In reply to this comment by ant:
Where is this at? Any more photos. or videos?

In reply to this comment by dotdude:
The Krewe of Hermes had an ant float:

http://bp2.blogger.com/_zPzveb_czZk/R7dROOi90BI/AAAAAAAAGdo/-3bzE7bLn6Y/s1600-h/Ant.JPG
http://bp3.blogger.com/_zPzveb_czZk/R7dROei90CI/AAAAAAAAGdw/p0sj6QAaAM8/s1600-h/Ants.JPG