Possessing a hyper-literate, intellectual style of rapping augmented with d… Read Full Bio ↴Possessing a hyper-literate, intellectual style of rapping augmented with dizzying elocution that would tongue-tie even the fiercest auctioneer, Busdriver is eclectic and eccentric enough to cite vocalese jazz singer Jon Hendricks as a primary influence. Born Regan Farquhar, the Los Angeles MC was introduced to hip-hop culture early – his father wrote the screenplay to one of the earliest films focusing on hip-hop, Krush Groove. He began rapping at age nine, releasing his first record at age 13 with his group, 4/29, named after the 1992 L.A. riots. By the mid-'90s, Busdriver was a regular at the Project Blowed open mic, where he would meet future collaborators and underground luminaries like Aceyalone, Abstract Rude, and Freestyle Fellowship. And shortly after, the vinyl did flow.

Busdriver guested on upward of 20 singles, and by 2001 he could no longer be contained by guest spots, releasing his first full-length, Memoirs of the Elephant Man (1999). There were just as many detractors as supporters for his singular style, which was so densely packed it made his chosen name seem a reference for multiple-personality disorder, and the lo-fi production also left more listeners scratching heads than nodding them.

His next album, This Machine Kills Fashion Tips (2002), continued in a similar manner before being trumped by better production and more focused rhymes on Temporary Forever the same year. Joined by another West Coast avant-garde MC, Radioinactive, and the breezy, fractured pop of electronic producer Daedelus, Busdriver released yet another odd puzzle piece in 2003, The Weather. Fear of a Black Tangent followed on Mush in 2005. After moving to Anti-/Epitaph, the rapper issued RoadKillOvercoat, which featured production from Nobody and Boom Bip. His second Anti- release, Jhelli Beam, appeared in 2009. In 2010 he put out a full-length mixtape of unreleased gems and illegal remixes called Computer Cooties. It was released as a free album. 2010 saw Bus toiling over a new album that will shock fans and confuse the unconverted into unwilling servitude. It is called Beaus$Eros and was released on February 21, 2012 on Fake Four. Beaus$Eros forgoes the lightening-speed rhyming that defined his style in favor of a diverse, off-kilter brand of pop and post-hip-hop.

Pompous Posies! Your Party's No Fun
Busdriver Lyrics

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This year I thought I'd do away with celebrity-endorsed barbarism
And to keep the people guessing get a bio-diesel engine
to cut my carbon emissions
Further my career by trading favors with aged ravers
You know, use the barter system
But I sat on my black ass sucking on sassafras
In my apartment bitching
Last year you were posing on the hood of a Lamborghini

In Gucci glasses and a tan bikini
Dating Meg White, eating tiramisu
I was rapping at a test site, banned from TV
And in therapy too
For pulling firearms out of Jell-O molds
With a sinister grin the color mellow gold
Running from the Southland PD

Pompous posies your party's no fun
Yeah whooptie-do
You can't offset the OG's cardio-sponge
Yeah whooptie-do
Though you've made millions off us
Yeah whooptie-do
This year we're getting off our butts
Yeah whooptie-do
Mutherfucker
Yeah whooptie-do
…

This year I thought I'd cover you
with a thicket of wet unwarranted smooches
Rather than entertain sore feelings at board meetings
with these corporate mooches
Or being run over by un-sober law enforcement douches
It's sensible that I'm a randy-romper,
a panty-dropper with these whorish pooches
Last year I was passing out Green Party leaflets
When you're at the chalet on ski-trips
Getting neo-cons all peeved and miffed
Heaving and choking on beef-bits
Cuz I ain't appeasing shit
Wearing tutus and a Bluetooth in a Subaru
Yeah you too
Can get your knees split, bitch

Pompous posies your party's no fun
Yeah whooptie-do
You can't offset the OG's cardio-sponge
Yeah whooptie-do
Though you've made millions off us
Yeah whooptie-do
This year we're getting off our butts
Yeah whooptie-do
Mutherfucker
Yeah whooptie-do

Last year they made buoys out of bloated bodies in the Big Easy
And nobody liked what the
Blowed embodied yet they bit freely
Rappers used recording booths
like porti-potties being inexplicably cheesy
And I'm an out of work hobo
at the Mojave with a dripping squeegee
This year I'm going to make only one friend
This squatter girl at the opium den
Checking her viral load, wearing a bridal robe
Fresh off her codeine-drug bend
Cuz f@#$ them pop divas
They need pitch shifters and Brita pitchers
full of mixed liquor, I'm a clit piercer
Of that bitch nigga that manages you

Pompous posies your party's no fun
Yeah whooptie-do
You can't offset the OG's cardio-sponge
Yeah whooptie-do
Though you've made millions off us
Yeah whooptie-do
This year we're getting off our butts
Yeah whooptie-do

Mutherfucker
Yeah whooptie-do

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Busdriver's "Pompous Posies! Your Party's No Fun" confront the contrast between showy celebrities who throw lavish parties and live extravagantly, while others struggle to make ends meet. The rapper seems to reflect on his own entanglements with fame and the pressures of making it big in the music industry. He vows to make a change in his life, choosing to make a single friend rather than try to impress the rich and famous. The repetition of the phrase "yeah whooptie-do" serves to highlight the sarcastic tone of the song and the frustration felt towards those who flaunt their wealth and privilege.

Throughout the song, Busdriver critiques the superficiality and narcissism of the celebrity world. He contrasts his own efforts to reduce his carbon emissions and trade favors using the barter system with the excess and wastefulness of those who pose for photos with Lamborghinis and Gucci glasses. He also seems to identify with those who have been marginalized or banned from TV, mentioning his own therapy sessions and troubles with the Southland PD. Overall, the song presents a scathing critique of wealth and privilege, calling out the hypocrisy of those who claim to care about social justice while ignoring the plight of the less fortunate.

Line by Line Meaning

This year I thought I'd do away with celebrity-endorsed barbarism
I want to stop promoting violence and bad behavior by celebrities this year

And to keep the people guessing get a bio-diesel engine to cut my carbon emissions
I will surprise everyone by using a hybrid engine to reduce my environmental impact

Further my career by trading favors with aged ravers
I will make connections with older people in the music industry to help advance my career

You know, use the barter system
I will use a system of trade instead of money to get what I need

But I sat on my black ass sucking on sassafras, in my apartment bitching
I wasted my time doing nothing important and just complained about everything

Last year you were posing on the hood of a Lamborghini, In Gucci glasses and a tan bikini, Dating Meg White, eating tiramisu
You were living a luxurious lifestyle last year, dating a famous person, wearing expensive clothing, and eating fancy desserts

I was rapping at a test site, banned from TV, And in therapy too, For pulling firearms out of Jell-O molds, With a sinister grin the color mellow gold, Running from the Southland PD
I was performing at a place where weapons were tested, I couldn't be on TV, and I had to attend therapy because I acted crazy by making guns out of Jell-O molds and running from the police

This year I thought I'd cover you with a thicket of wet unwarranted smooches
I will shower you with kisses that you didn't ask for this year

Rather than entertain sore feelings at board meetings with these corporate mooches
Instead of getting upset at meetings with greedy executives

Or being run over by un-sober law enforcement douches
Or getting hit by drunk policemen

It's sensible that I'm a randy-romper, a panty-dropper with these whorish pooches
It's smart for me to be playful and charming with these promiscuous women

Last year I was passing out Green Party leaflets, When you're at the chalet on ski-trips, Getting neo-cons all peeved and miffed, Heaving and choking on beef-bits, Cuz I ain't appeasing shit, Wearing tutus and a Bluetooth in a Subaru, Yeah you too, Can get your knees split, bitch
I was promoting the Green Party of America last year, while you were skiing and making conservative people angry. I won't compromise my values, even if that makes you upset

Last year they made buoys out of bloated bodies in the Big Easy
Last year in New Orleans, they made floating devices out of the bodies of dead people who died in a flood

And nobody liked what the, Blowed embodied yet they bit freely
Everyone hated the music that was played, but still copied it

Rappers used recording booths like porti-potties being inexplicably cheesy
Rappers used recording studios like they were dirty bathrooms, being nauseatingly bad

And I'm an out of work hobo at the Mojave with a dripping squeegee
I'm currently unemployed and broke, living in the Mojave desert and cleaning windshields with a squeegee

This year I'm going to make only one friend, This squatter girl at the opium den, Checking her viral load, wearing a bridal robe, Fresh off her codeine-drug bend
This year, my only friend will be a girl who is squatting at an opium den, who is high on codeine and wearing a wedding dress

Cuz f@#$ them pop divas, They need pitch shifters and Brita pitchers full of mixed liquor, I'm a clit piercer, Of that bitch nigga that manages you
I dislike female pop stars and believe they need auto-tune and water filters to sound good. I'm a critic of the man who manages your career

Pompous posies your party's no fun
Your party is boring and full of pretentious people

You can't offset the OG's cardio-sponge
You can't match my physical endurance and strength

Though you've made millions off us
Even though you have made a lot of money from us

This year we're getting off our butts
This year we will be more active and productive

Mutherfucker
A term used to express anger or frustration

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