<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:20:05.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanadon't</title><subtitle type='html'>It's We Against The Music...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629.post-107707330285311331</id><published>2004-02-17T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:05:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bi-Bi-Bi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Xanadon’t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you’re bi-bi-bi…&lt;br /&gt;Bi-bi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you’re doin’ it tonight&lt;br /&gt;Guess you finally found Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;He must be out of sight from the way you go on.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the girl you liked?&lt;br /&gt;I hope she’s not a dyke &lt;br /&gt;‘cause you rode her like a bike when you two were alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like girls and guys,&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don’t get AIDS and die&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I’ll slowly back away from you&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you like it up the booty and you give it too.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t want me ‘cause I’m just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;Watchin’ porno and some HBO,&lt;br /&gt;Wishin’ you were screwin’ a sweaty ho.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hate me ‘cause I’m not your guy,&lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hit them with the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you know you owe it to them to.&lt;br /&gt;So come out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bi-guy, c’mon.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them the whole story&lt;br /&gt;And that you are half-gay.&lt;br /&gt;Since you like girl bootay &lt;br /&gt;It won’t seem as wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you like girls and guys,&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t no lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don’t get AIDS and die&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I’ll slowly back away from you&lt;br /&gt;‘cause you like it up the booty and you give it too.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t want me ‘cause I’m just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;Watchin’ porno and some HBO,&lt;br /&gt;Wishin’ you were screwin’ a sweaty ho.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t hate me ‘cause I’m not your guy,&lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m backin’ up, I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be your lover or your cheap man-whore&lt;br /&gt;(Bi-bi)&lt;br /&gt;Two-gender guy, that’s what you are,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting both the male and female movie porno stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spidey: I don’t wanna swing both ways&lt;br /&gt;Or be semi-gay&lt;br /&gt;That’s a choice I’ll leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this section correlates to the lead parts being sung)&lt;br /&gt;Bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;You like it rough.&lt;br /&gt;Bi-bi, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna feel your tool.&lt;br /&gt;And that ain’t no lie.&lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is crazy and it ain’t no lie, &lt;br /&gt;You’re bi-bi-bi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415629-107707330285311331?l=xanadont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707330285311331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707330285311331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707330285311331' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629.post-107707322355787028</id><published>2004-02-17T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:43:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Against The Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Xanadon’t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our people in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Grab a partner, take it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: It’s we against the music.&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: Uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: It’s just we&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: Yeah we.&lt;br /&gt;Buffy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: C’mon.&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: Hey Buffy?&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: Uh huh, are you?&lt;br /&gt;Buffy: Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;About making any music with quality.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with Spears&lt;br /&gt;She’s whoring herself to sell CDs.&lt;br /&gt;No one’s there&lt;br /&gt;To shut the sluts up and really sing.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we’re here&lt;br /&gt;To change the music scene with what we bring.&lt;br /&gt;We’re against the industry and the other nasty sluts&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a competition, us against the hoes&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna get in the zone, who wanna get in the zone&lt;br /&gt;See we really wanna battle, kick ass and show ‘em rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Beat ‘em, hit ‘em, CHIC-A-TA&lt;br /&gt;In a minute we’ll take ‘em all on, we’ll take ‘em all on&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;All our people who aren’t whores&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people round and round&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ‘bout we make this a nice competition&lt;br /&gt;Let’s take on the song.&lt;br /&gt;It’s us versus sluts, baby, we’re the music&lt;br /&gt;We’ll send all those hoes home.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll rock the world&lt;br /&gt;With original songs, heroes, and Jews.&lt;br /&gt;And Shakespeare’s here&lt;br /&gt;Writin’ songs that bring it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;And we will burn&lt;br /&gt;Away all the crap on the radio&lt;br /&gt;You had your turn&lt;br /&gt;We heard what you sang and it was a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;We’re against the industry and the other nasty sluts&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a competition, us against the hoes&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna get in the zone, who wanna get in the zone&lt;br /&gt;See we really wanna battle, kick ass and show ‘em rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Beat ‘em, hit ‘em, CHIC-A-TA&lt;br /&gt;In a minute we’ll take ‘em all on, we’ll take ‘em all on&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;All our people who aren’t whores&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people round and round&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the floor, hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;Just rock with us and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna party, just grab somebody&lt;br /&gt;Hey Buffy we can rock all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix: Hey Buffy, I hear you wanna lose control&lt;br /&gt;Come over here we got somethin’ to show ya.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy lady, we’d rather hear you rock with soul&lt;br /&gt;We all know you’re so hot, better show us what you got.&lt;br /&gt;All our people who aren’t whores, let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;C’mon Buffy, lose control, and watch you rock it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get on the floor, hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;Just rock with us and let it go.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna party, just grab somebody&lt;br /&gt;Hey Buffy we can rock all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;All our people who aren’t whores&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people wanting more&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people round and round&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;All our people in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Let us rock your face&lt;br /&gt;(Rock it off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our people who aren’t whores, let us rock your face.&lt;br /&gt;C’mon Buffy, take it down, rock it in your space.&lt;br /&gt;All our people round and round, rockin’ all night long.&lt;br /&gt;C’mon Buffy, lose control, slay us with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415629-107707322355787028?l=xanadont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707322355787028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707322355787028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707322355787028' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629.post-107707325250344424</id><published>2004-02-17T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:05:41.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shampoo In The Bottle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Xanadon’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you more than I hate feces&lt;br /&gt;So why don’t you just get away from me.&lt;br /&gt;You’re whining just like a cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;You’re lickin’ your lips and blowin’ kisses my way&lt;br /&gt;But smell like a donkey in moldy hay,&lt;br /&gt;You nasty lady-lady (lady lady).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your body’s sayin’, “Let’s go”…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but my lips are sayin’, “NO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Then, girl, please learn how to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;But I could care less about you.&lt;br /&gt;The only chance you’ll ever stand&lt;br /&gt;Is with this bottle of shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way, honey.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;La-la-lather and rinse it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the music’s playing and the lights are low,&lt;br /&gt;You start acting like a dirrty ho,&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard to seduce me.&lt;br /&gt;Your hormones are racing at the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;And that really means it won’t be tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never have my baby (baby baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your body’s sayin’, “Let’s go”…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but my lips are sayin’, “NO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Then, girl, please learn how to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;But I could care less about you.&lt;br /&gt;The only chance you’ll ever stand, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Is with this bottle of shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way, honey.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;La-la-lather and rinse it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way, honey.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;La-la-lather and rinse it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your body’s sayin’, “Let’s go”…&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but my lips are sayin’, “NO!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: &lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Then, girl, please learn how to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;But I could care less about you.&lt;br /&gt;The only chance you’ll ever stand&lt;br /&gt;Is with this bottle of shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Then, girl, please learn how to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta use it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you wanna be with me,&lt;br /&gt;But I could care less about you.&lt;br /&gt;The only chance you’ll ever stand, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Is with this bottle of shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s some shampoo in this bottle, baby.&lt;br /&gt;La-la-lather and rinse it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415629-107707325250344424?l=xanadont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707325250344424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707325250344424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707325250344424' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629.post-107707314003826277</id><published>2004-02-17T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:01:38.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to a lazy manager, AKA Josh, the band's tour got to a late start.  And due to forgetfulness, some of the band's songs were misplaced.  But they're rockin' on the road now, so prepare for some stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415629-107707314003826277?l=xanadont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707314003826277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107707314003826277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707314003826277' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6415629.post-107565542338461966</id><published>2004-02-01T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T09:32:29.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The up-and-coming band, Xanadon't, is about to begin their world-wide promotional tour.  This is the place to follow their every move and then some.  Rock on, mo-fo's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6415629-107565542338461966?l=xanadont.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107565542338461966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6415629/posts/default/107565542338461966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanadont.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565542338461966' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637266969895630962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
