Briefly ( for me anyhow due to suffering with that cold that’s going round, urgh ) but enjoyably Sunday saw pancakes and music in the Scout Hut on Sunday thanks to Aaron.
I usually like to think I can pull a record out for any occasion, but this one’s got me stumped – can you think of any title or lyric containing ‘pancake’ or ‘pancakes’ ? – on first thought sounds like there should be quite a few, but you try . . .
[ having deleted 100 spam comments yesterday, I might be asking more questions here to encourage more real ones ! ]
Also peeped the bronze casting based mega group ( 29 artists! ) show at Station – some nice individual pieces, but felt a bit crowded in such a small space, I thought . . . how about you ?
oh and ‘pancake lizard’ off the donkey rhubarb e.p. ( 1995 ) by aphex twin doesn’t count. ( Needs to actually feature the word pancake in the song )
Tori Amos
Pancake
i’m not sure who’s fooling who here
as i’m watching your decay
we both know you could deflate
a 7 hurricane
seems like you and your tribe
decided you’d rewrite the law
segregate the mind
from body and soul
[CHORUS:]
you give me yours
i’ll give you mine
cause i can look your god
right in the eye
you give me yours
i’ll give you mine
you used to look my god
right in the eye
i believe in defending
in what we once
stood for
it seems in vogue
to be a closet
misogynist homophobe
a change of course in
our direction
a dash of truth
spread thinly
like a flag
on a popstar
on a benzodiazapene
[CHORUS]
oh zion please
remove your glove
and dispel every
trace
of his spoken word
that has lodged
in my vortex
i’m not sure who’s fooling who here
as i’m watching your decay
we both know you could deflate
a 7 hurricane
you could have spared
her – oh but no
messiahs need
people dying in their
name
you say “i ordered you a
pancake”
you say “i ordered you a
pancake”
Element Eighty
» Pancake Land
You don’t know the truth
so much more tha you knew
lifeless and bleeding
I’m screaming inside of you
Goodbye
I take a hold of everything you say and I throw it right back in your face
if you don’t like my reputation you can suck my dick
like it ever even mattered what you said to me anyway
like I give a shit about you anyway
So take me away from here
cause I can’t destroy this fear that always will be here
I am alone in here
Nothing can teach me
No one can reach me
seeping through the skin
I’m screaming inside of you
So take me away from here
cause I can’t destroy this fear that always will be here
Well I am alone in here
Goodbye
I take a hold of everything you say and I throw it right back in your face
if you don’t like my reputation you can suck my dick
like it ever even mattered what you said to me anyway
like I give a shit about you anyway
now you will never know me
now you will never know me
now you will never know me
now you will never know
So take me away from here
cause I can’t destroy this fear that always will be here
well I am alone in here
Frank Zappa
St. Alphonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An’ widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don’t you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo’s Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen . . .
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Ooo-ooo-WAH . . .
(see verse 2, line 3)
The Banana Splits
Written by Ritchie Adams & Mark Barkan
One banana, two banana, three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch and so do many more.
Over hill and highway the banana buggies go
Comin’ to bring you the Banana Split show
Makin’ up a mess of fun, makin’ up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
(CHORUS)
Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la
Four banana, three banana, two banana, one
All bananas playin’ in the bright warm sun.
Flippin’ like a pancake, popping like a cork
Fleegle, Bingo, Drooper an’ Snork
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Two banana, four banana, one banana, three
Swingin’ like a bunch on monkeys, hangin’ from a tree.
Hey there, ev’rybody, won’t you come along and see
How much like Banana Splits ev’ryone can be
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Makin up a mess of fun
Makin up a mess of fun
Happiness for ev’ryone
Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la
Tra la la, la la la la
Kid Rock
Pancake Breakfast
Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won’t permit it
my problem’s life but I don’t sweat it, just live it
And I’m not your average rapper
got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
cuz I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
some say I can’t flow but muther fucker don’t test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I’ll find your daughter and I’ll give her this cock
Kid Rock’s my mother fuckin name
bitch u know me so pass the O.E.
And don’t talk about takin me out
cuz I got your girl and I’m makin her shout
Just like a piano I’m really grand
and I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
but most just call me when they wanna get high
It ain’t the disco Cisco Kid muther fucker
it’s the outlasting shotgun-blasting
dick-swingin’ pussy lickin’ punk
little skinny muther fucker and I’m not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
and I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp cuz I pimp like a pro
and if ya dis me punk I’ll fuck your ho
And though you think I’m nothing more than a young punk
I’m like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
and it ain’t shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
jumpin ’round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What’s up stop being a jerk
and just “Give ’em an example of how a D.J. works”
Cuz it’s blackjack and I got two aces
been many places seen many faces
and everywhere I go people wanna jive
so I keep my fingers on my .45
So don’t cross my dusty path
or I’ll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don’t front ho pass the jay
then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
to the beat y’all and I won’t stop
and I’ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody’s tryin’ to get a piece of the pie
but I don’t let bullshit spoil my high
Pancakes
Written By: Christina Rossetti
Music By: Mildred Hinkle Halle
Adapted By: Terry Kluytmans
Copyright © 1999 Terry Kluytmans
Mixin’ pancakes,
Stirrin’ pancakes,
Pop ’em in the pan;
Fryin’ pancakes,
Flippin’ pancakes,
Catch ’em if you can!
(Possibly the song I Don’t Like Pancakes, performed at the scout hut, was an ‘answer song’ to this:)
I Sure Love Pancakes
© Mark Weakland 1995
Ooo boy I sure love pancakes Mmmm hmmm I ‘ll have another
Ooo boy I sure love pancakes Won’t you please pass the syrup and the butter
Ooo Boy I sure love pancakes When I’m blue they pick me up.
Ooo boy, I sure love pancakes Won’t you please pass the butter and the syrup
I want Blueberry pancakes, strawberry pancakes, pancakes with chocolate chips
Pancakes with butter? I’ll have another! Just lay them at my fingertips
Pancakes in the morning pancakes in the evening pancakes in the afternoon
You can eat ’em in a plane, in a car or a train You can eat them in a hot air balloon
I want pancakes and ham, pancakes with spam, pancakes with bacon and eggs
Pancakes make me sigh and holler and cry Pancakes make me get down and beg…
Please… won’t you make me just one more pancake? REFRAIN
Griddle cakes, Johnny Cakes, put em on the stove to bake
Heap them in the middle of my plate
I don’t want a waffle, a crepe would be awful, just build me a stack of those pancakes
Give me buckwheat pancakes, cornmeal pancakes, pancakes with bacon on the side
Big ones, small ones, the low-cholesterol ones Bring on every taste and size
Pancakes and ham, pancakes with spam, pancakes with scrambled eggs
Pancakes make me sigh and holler and cry Pancakes make me get down and beg…
Please, oh pretty please May I have just one more pancake? Refrain
Were Meant For Me
Jewel
I hear the clock, it’s 6 A.M.,
I feel so far away from where I’ve been.
I got my eggs, got my pancakes, too.
Got my maple syrup, ev’rything but you.
I break the yolks and make a smiley face,
I kinda like it in my brand new place.
Wipe the spots above the mirror,
Don’t leave the keys in the door.
I never put wet towels on the floor anymore, ’cause
(Chorus)
Dreams last so long,
Even after you’re gone.
I know, that you love me
And soon you will see
You were meant for me,
And I was meant for you.
I called my momma, she was out for a walk.
Consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn’t wanna talk.
So I picked up a paper, it was more bad news.
More hearts being broken or people being used.
Put on my coat in the pouring rain.
I saw a movie, it just wasn’t the same.
‘Cause it was happy and I was sad
And it made me miss you, oh, so bad.
(Chorus)
Go about my bus’ness, I’m doing fine.
Besides, a-what would I say if I had you on the line?
Same old story not much to say,
Hearts are broken ev’ry day.
I brush my teeth and put the cap back on.
I know you hate it when I leave the light on.
I pick a book up and then I turn the sheets down,
And then I take a deep breath and a good look around.
Put on my pj’s and hop into bed.
I’m half alive, but I feel mostly dead.
I try and tell myself it’ll be all right,
I just shouldn’t think anymore tonight.
(Chorus)
Yeah, you were meant for me
And I was meant for you.
Yonnareo
Sugar And Sunshine
It was a date
A double date
We had milk shakes
Chocolate and Strawberry
Cheese sticks, mashed potatoes
Were our appetizers
We shared spaghetti
Till our lips met
Then we looked into their eyes
That were telling us…
You are my sugar and sushine
My pancakes and honey
My lovee dovee
When the dessert finally arrived
We held hands
Strolled in the park
And realized…
spoken:
So this is puppy love
So we sang
You are my sugar and sushine
My pancakes and honey
My lovee dovee
(See verse 1, line 2)
Kanye West
Through The Wire
Yo G they can’t stop me from rapping can they?
Can that huh?
I spit it through the wire man
Too much stuff on my heart right now man
I’ll probably risk it all right now
It’s a life or death situation man
Y’all don’t really understand how I feel right now man
It’s your boy Kayne to the….
Chi-Town what’s going on man
[Verse 1]
I drink a boost for breakfast, an intro for dizzert
Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp
That right there could drive a sane man bizzurp
Not to worry the Mr. H says that the izzles back wizzerk
How can you console my mom or give her life support
When you telling her your sons’ on life support
And just imagine how my girl feel
On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Ed Mitill
She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine
She a delta so she been throwing them Donahue signs
I’m use to trying to reline
I been trying to resign
Trying to be a millionaire
How I use two lifelines
In the same hospital where BIG and Tupac died
The doctor said I had blood clots
But I ain’t your nigga man
Story on MTV and I ain’t trying to make a band
I swear this right here is history in the making man
I really apologize how I sound right now man
This ain’t fair at all man
They got my mouth wired shut for like I don’t know the doctor said for like six weeks
You know we had reconstru….
I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw
Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth
I couldn’t believe it
But im still here for yall right now yo
This is what I gotta say yo
Yeah, turn me up yeah
[Verse 2]
What if somebody from the shadow was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around
But he wasn’t talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word
Except he really putting it down
And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory
And what we need to do in the game
Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time
In the blink of an eye his whole life changed
If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt
Thank God I ain’t to cool for the safe belt
I swear to God drive two on the sue
I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe
My dawgs couldn’t tell if I
I look Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky
All they heard was in accident like GEICO
They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael
I must gotta angel
Cause look how death missed his ass
Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass
Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past
Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash
And I still wont grow up, I’m a grown ass kid
Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did
But I’m a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph
Make music that’s fire, spit my soul through the wire
Know what im saying
When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin
I said dawg don’t you think didn’t you realize I’ll never make it on the plane now
Its bad I got all this jewelry on
Can’t be serious man
No Doubt
A Little Something Refreshing
Yeah
I’m hungry
I’m starving
I want some food for my tummy
I want some
Pizza coke and ice cream
Popcorn cotton candy
Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts
Would be so great
Pies chips candy apples
Twinkies frosted flakes
Donuts french fries
And some chocolate cake with mustard
Cookies avocados pancakes
Pineapple juice
Whipped cream on some raw meat
That’s not all I could eat
I’m hungry
I’m starving
I want some food for my tum…
I want some
Honey roasted walnuts
Pepperoni slices
Pasta and burritos
Different kinds of rices
Cherries dipped in chocolate
Cottage cheese and jelly
Colonel sander’s chicken
Still won’t fill my belly
Broccoli sticky syrup
Churros dipped in sauce
Drippy sloppy joes
Then I’m full at last
Ahhh ahhh
I’m full at last
Burp.
Jamie Barnett
I Love Pancakes
I eat pancakes at night
I eat pancakes all day
If someone says “Do you want pancakes?”
I always say OK
I love
I love pancakes
I love
I love pancakes
I love
I love pancakes
I love pancakes so much
If there are pancakes left from breakfast
I’ll have pancakes for lunch
Cause I love’m when they’re soft and warm
And I love’m when they crunch
I love…
When I finish all my pancakes
I always ask for more
If a pancake falls off my plate
I eat it off the floor
I love…
I eat pancakes with a fork
I eat pancakes with a spoon
I eat pancakes with my hands
I hope I have some pancakes soon
I love…
I stand very much corrected . . . thank you Francis !
I must admit I had to look these up. I wouldn’t have thought of any of them spontaneously, and indeed I only knew a few of these songs. Don’t thank me, thank Google! This was the result of only a quick search – other pancake records must also exist, surely. But hopefully these might give a few ideas for DJing at future years’ pancake events – and the best part of a year is still available, to try to acquire some of these tracks.
I already have the banana splits, somewhere . . .
Pankes are my only doing and i’m burnung ahaha uh, thats great i just wanna give ‘er some because she wont stop bugging
me… just give her food..she’ll shut up quickly..