inspired by Timbaland, Sly & The Family Stone – Underdog and living with too many different people
lyrics
The night is still. The cold tap drips.
Empty bags of chips. Brandy nips.
Everybody is asleep but one.
Cheeky brush-tailed fellow raiding bins 'til the Sun comes up.
Then, minutes before the dawn chorus,
a car rumbles to the kerb, the driver's parking's flawless.
A tall, slender figure emerges,
unlocks the front door – dithers – then surges through.
Weary from hours of grungey labour,
he's faced with revelations of his chums' behaviour.
There, amidst a chaos of displacement,
he hunts down sustenance, tired and impatient.
The grey, tiled floor is speckled with sauces.
Each splatter shackled to pepper, ground and coarse bits.
The table's strewn with flotsam and jetsam.
If this was a party, was clearly a not-to-forget one.
He flops, unaffected by the turmoil thus far,
makes his bed on the settee, analysing the hutzbah.
The tap drips, a dopey kitten mews.
He coughs and looks down at his old, flea-bitten shoes.
His eyes dart to the work-top and stop with a start -
Oh, be still his ever-beating heart!
Where once was a bare, clear side...
Now a box of Omega-3 fishfingers resides.
What makes matters worse is how empty the box is
and to top it off, our man knows they were his.
Now he's rushing, teaming with a pen in his hand.
There's nothing he can't passively-aggressively demand
and as he reads it back once, please allow a little quote:
“Hi guys, look – I'm sorry for another note...”
Cause he's a note, note-leaver
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either
He's a note, note-leaver
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either
The crazed scribbling completed
Note-leaver, still fuming, finds his energy depleted.
It's getting light and any sensible man
would cut his losses, rip it up and go to bed.
But no – see, our hero's not opposed to threats
and overhead, the joker slept and knows he's met his match when this is over-read
and read over...'cause this note takes time to get through, I mean:
Why use ten words when a hundred will do?!
He doesn't give a fuck and neither do they.
He's the un-assuming, literary Kaiser Sosa -
Pissed off – not afraid to say it silently
You're locked in the jaws of this wordsmith with lion's teeth.
Now he's flagging, valiant, with a pen still in hand.
There's nothing he can't passively-aggressively demand
and as he reads it back again, please allow another quote, it goes:
“You'll never stop me writing these notes.”
He leaves a note, he leaves a note, he leaves a note...
Cause he's a note, note-leaver.
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either.
He's a note, note-leaver.
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either.
(MC Ca$hback)
Hey man, hope you had a good night last night? Sounded like you did.
Well, I didn't. I didn't sleep a wink!
So next time you have a party, don't be such a jerk.
Spare a thought for others, some of us have to work
OK, sorry. Sorry to be a bore
but in future, please – just close your bedroom door.
It's not so much the volume, it's the bass that sounds so loud
it vibrates my whole room, so if you could just turn it down?
And while I'm at it – are you hording all the mugs?
I tried to make a tea this morning and couldn't find a cup
and when you do arise from bed sometime this afternoon,
find and read this note on the door of your room,
head in to the kitchen, huffing and puffing like you do,
fill up the kettle and make yourself a brew -
I'm sure you're feeling rubbish and I know it really sucks
but if you can find the time – Do the washing up!
Cause he's a note, note-leaver.
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either.
He's a note, note-leaver.
He doesn't give a fuck – and they don't either
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Mike Dennis is a classically-trained
violinist and poet whose boyhood love of Run DMC, Beastie Boys and Gangstarr led him to create a unique kind of string-heavy hip hop music he refers to as Violinica.
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