Sunday, April 11, 2010

Pineapple Part 2 (This One Has Music and Words)

Pineapple Part 2 (This One Has Music and Words)
Music and lyrics by Jonah Rank

Jonah Rank: Piano, vocals
Alan Silverman: Drums

Mixed and produced by Jonah Rank in January and February 2009.

Hey, somebody come, and eat me please!

I’d be down on my knees

If I only had knees,

But I don’t have knees.

And neither do kiwis or grapefruit.

And neither do grapes or chocolate.

And neither do carrots or cornflakes.

Neither do typical foods that vegans eat

Unless they’re genetically engineered

Or something really weird

Like that,

In which case the food might wear nametags

And a mustache and a hat,

But I’m a Pinapple.

I am a Pineapple.

And I am tropical.

And I am topical.

You know, I just can’t breathe so well.

Not even puffers do the trick.

And I can't do any damage to my lungs,

But I still refuse to smoke

Because it’s bad for the environment--

Because I’m not sure also that I’m not--

Not sure whether or not I'm capable

Of lighting a match or possessing thumbs that really are opposable.

I can’t say whether or not I feel too strongly either way

About whether or not smoking is okay

Cuz usually pineapples don’t even vote

Because they don’t even have a brain.

And part of the problem is that I don’t feel

Anything at all today.

And I can never feel anything

Because my senses are limited.

Cuz I’m a pineapple.

I am a pineapple.

And I am tropical.

And I am topical.

And I’m gonna be here

All week long.

But you might want to eat me soon--

Or else I might start rotting,

But I’m not going surfing.


(Here's to you, Allison Adges!)


(Ahoo!)


(Pineapples of London!)


Oh!

People often ask me, do I have superpowers;

And I say, "No, what do you think I mean,

I’m a pineapple; I have no cape,

And I have no secret identity,

And there aren’t even changing booths anymore.

And the last superhero movie that I saw

Made me want to quit my day-job

Because I'd formerly been a superhero.

And no one here is in clear and present danger

Not these days anyway.

At least not when they see that you're just a pineapple.

Nobody cares!

Nobody cares!

Won’t somebody eat me please?

I’m down on my metaphorical knees

Cuz I’m a pineapple.

I’m just a pineapple

Cuz I’m a pineapple."



Copyright protected by Jonah Rank: 2009.

Café Ana

Café Ana
Music and lyrics by Jonah Rank

Jonah Rank: Drums, piano, vocals

Mixed and produced by Jonah Rank in January 2009.

Analuisa serves everyday

Coffee that’s brown in a mug that’s gray.

She asks me “Con leche?”, and I say okay

Because I don’t know what that means or what I’m supposed to say.

I don’t believe in Café Ana.

I don’t believe.

I cannot speak in Café Ana.

I cannot speak.

Analuisa works the whole shop

When I ask her for coffee, I just ask for a drop

But she keeps on pouring when I tell her to stop.

But I always give my excess coffee to the nearest cop.

I don’t believe in Café Ana.

I don’t believe.

My cup overflows in Café Ana.

My cup overflows.

Analuisa never drinks her own drinks.

I see the other customers and we exchange winks.

Though we all know just what Analuisa thinks.

She still won’t admit that her coffee stinks.

I don’t believe in Café Ana.

I don’t believe.

I don’t buy into Café Ana.

I don’t buy into it.

And I’m lactose-intolerant at Café Ana.

I would never order milk.

I don’t support Café Ana.

I don’t support it, except I give it cash.

I don’t believe in Café Ana.

I don’t believe.



Copyright protected by Jonah Rank: 2009.