de la soul – D.A.I.S.Y. Age scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 (Woah. Stay, stay, stay) (Daisy! Daisy!) (I love daisies, I love daisies, I love pushing up your favourite daisies) (Daisy!) (This is Posdnuos, the president of a paragraph) POS: Paragraph President President preaching ‘bout the on-tech, Known for the new step, Stop and take a bow Amityville Resident Resident supported by the speaker view Want to feel it in your shoe Let me show you how Platform Witnesses Witnesses, show you to my show-lab Fill you with my vocab Hope you have a spoon Discuss Contracts You like the way I vocalise And bring it to a compromise My P.A. won’t set up till noon It’s a DAISY age Sun Ceiling Ceiling connects to the sun Burning inside everyone On a side, plug-a-fied sire One Million Demonstrations have been heard My hair burns when I’m referred Kid shouts my roof is on fire Go Dancing Dancing like a bandit Psychics try to stand it Keep it up until they burn a cell Romancing Romancing dialect in shows Posdnuos creating flow You say you didn’t know Oh well, it’s a DAISY age DOVE: Pedal Promenade Promenade people to the providence Dove will show dominance Inside of every phrase Rebel Renegade Renegade reaching only topflight Can’t find your new height Think you need a raise Dialect Ultimate Ultimate strings from the soul stuff Copies always staying rough Before they go to plate Try a pack It’ll stick Stick to you but won’t deflate Keeping all the levels straight I tell you, mate, that we’re top rate ‘Cause it’s a DAISY age The speak Motor Motor is the heart beat Sleeping in your car seat Kept alive to every mile discovered Complete Quota Quota sharp at 12 noon Risen to a new tune Positive is greater than negative Image Mirror Mirror image don’t contend Vocals should be comprehended Silver audience’ll say what’s said Scrimmage Nearer Nearer to the goal line Forget about the rose vine The Soul will let you know it’s time And it’s a DAISY age (La la la la, lah) (This is a DAISY age) (Sing about, sing about the DAISY age) (Let it rain, let it rain, rain on a DAISY) (Rain on, rain on) Al Watts: Now it’s the end of the show. Contestants, do you have any answers? Contestants: (Clueless babble, including ‘Nah,’ ‘I dunno,’ ‘Mama’) Al Watts: For those of you who think your answers are correct, Don, tell them where to send the answers to. Don: Thanks, Al. For all you listeners at home who think you have the right answers, jot ‘em down on a four by ten sheet of paper, and get two proof of purchases from the back of the album, and send them to Tommy Boy records in care of Dante the Scrubb, 1747 First Avenue, New York, New York, 10128. For those who have all four answers correct, you will receive a specially selected grand prize. Thanks and goodnight, for Three Feet High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk.