Beck Lyrics

Beck Lyrics by Albums

2006-04-05T09:45:00.000-07:00

Guero [2005]
01 E-Pro
02 Qué Onda Guero
03 Girl
04 Missing
05 Black Tambourine
06 Earthquake Weather
07 Hell Yes
08 Broken Drum
09 Scarecrow
10 Go It Alone
11 Farewell Ride
12 Rental Car
13 Emergency Exit

Sea Change [2002]
01 The Golden Age
02 Paper Tiger
03 Guess I'm Doing Fine
04 Lonesome Tears
05 Lost Cause
06 End of the Day
07 It's All in Your Mind
08 Round the Bend
09 Already Dead
10 Sunday Sun
11 Little One
12 Side of the Road

Midnite Vultures [1999]
01 Sexx Laws
02 Nicotine & Gravy
03 Mixed Bizness
04 Get Real Paid
05 Hollywood Freaks
06 Peaches & Cream
07 Broken Train
08 Milk and Honey
09 Beautiful Way
10 Pressure Zone
11 Debra

Mutations [1998]
01 Cold Brains
02 Nobody's Fault But My Own
03 Lazy Flies
04 Canceled Check
05 We Live Again
06 Tropicalia
07 Dead Melodies
08 Bottle of Blues
09 O Maria
10 Sing It Again
11 Static

Odelay [1996]
01 Devil's Haircut
02 Hotwax
03 Lord Only Knows
04 The New Pollution
05 Derelict
06 Novacane
07 Jack-ass
08 Where It's At
09 Minus
10 Sissyneck
11 Readymade
12 High 5 (Rock The Catskills)
13 Ramshackle

Stereopathetic Soul Manure [1994]
01 Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus)
02 Rowboat
03 Thunder Peel
04 Waiting for a Train
05 The Spirit Moves Me
06 Crystal Clear (Beer)
07 No Money, No Honey
08 8.6.82
09 Total Soul Future (Eat It)
10 One Foot in the Grave
11 Aphid Manure Heist
12 Today Has Been a Fucked up Day
13 Rollins Power Sauce
14 Putting It Down
15 11.6.45
16 Cut 1/2 Blues
17 Jagermeister Pie
18 Ozzy
19 Dead Wildcat
20 Satan Gave Me a Taco
21 8.4.82
22 Tasergun
23 Modesto

One Foot in the Grave [1994]
01 He's A Mighty Good Leader
02 Sleeping Bag
03 I Get Lonesome
04 Burnt Orange Peel
05 Cyanide Breath Mint
06 See Water
07 Ziplock Bag
08 Hollow Log
09 Forcefield
10 Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
11 Asshole
12 I've Seen The Land Beyond
13 Outcome
14 Girl Dreams
15 Painted Eyelids
16 Atmospheric Conditions

Mellow Gold [1994]
01 Loser
02 Pay No Mind
03 Fuckin With My Head
04 Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997
05 Soul Sucking Jerk
06 Truckdriving Neighbor Downstairs
07 Sweet Sunshine
08 Beercan
09 Steal My Body Home
10 Nitemare Hippy Girl
11 Mutherfuker
12 Black Hole

Guero [2005]

2006-04-05T09:44:00.000-07:00

E-Pro
see me comin to town with my souls
straight down out of the world with my fingers
holdin onto the devil I know
all my troubles'll hang on your trigger
Take your eyes and your mind from the road
shoot your mouth off but look where you're aiming
don't forget to pick up what you sow
talkin trash to the garbage around you

na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na

see me kickin the door with my boots
broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
snakes and bones at the back of your room
handing out a confection of venom
heaven's drunk from the poison you use
charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
now I see its a comfort to you
hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight

na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na

I won't give up that ghost
it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
the good in us is all we know
there's too much left to taste that's bitter

I won't give up that ghost
it's sick the way these tongues are twisted
the good in us is all we know
there's too much left to taste that's bitter

na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na

Qué Onda Guero
Here comes the vegetable man in the
Vegetable van with the horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street
People gather around put a dollar in the can
Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around
Sleeping on the side walk with a burger king
Crown never wake them up mas cerveza till
The rooster crows vatos vergallos

Qué onda guero?
Qué onda guero?

Mano blancos roll with crowbars sing
Rancheras on cheap guitars abuelitas with
Plastic bags walking to church with their
Spanish candles dirty boracho says "qué putas?
Andelay joto, your popsicles melting"
Run better run da doo run run in the midnight sun

Guero where you going? Qué onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan
Soccer ball instant replays mango ladies
Vendedoras at a bus stop
Sing a banda macho chorus

Qué onda guero?

A donde

Vayas?

Girl
I REALLY like this song. There are lots of variations on how to sing this.
If you think I got it wrong, feel free to email me at GCube776@AOL.com.

I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong(alt. She doesnt even know it's wrong)
And I know I'm gonna make her die(alt. you know I'm gonna make her die)
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try

Hey my sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
My sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl

I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know what's wrong
And I know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try

Hey my sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
My sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl

Hey my sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
My sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl
My sun eyed girl
Hey my sun eyed girl

Missing
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it

I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther

Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter

She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of
A desert
A beach with no leisure a night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box

Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always
Someone missing something

Black Tambourine
Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'

Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

My baby run to me
She lives in broken-down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking

Ohh ohh oh black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Doo doo doo doo

Black cards in effigy
We sing the song that was hated
All dressed like vagabonds
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleedin'
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take hurricane
Don't know the life that I'm leavin'
Black tambourine
Ohh ohh oh black tambourine

Earthquake Weather
Space ships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been drivin thru a desert
Looking for a life to call our own

I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain

Something's coming sky is purple
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a rip tide could rip us away

I push I pull the days go slow
Into a void we filled with death
And noise that laughs falls off their
Maps all cured of pain and doubts
In your little brain

Hell Yes
Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin out of the bombholes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested

Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on
I'm workin my legs hell yes
I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor my beat is correct

Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up

Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on I'm workin my legs
Hell yes I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor
My beat is correct

Broken Drum
I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning

You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What your thinking

And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it

And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go

Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs

I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You

Scarecrow
I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette

Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

I've been diggin the ground
Thru the dust and the clouds
I see miles and miles
And the junkyard piles
I wanted hope from a grave
I wanted strength from a slave
What gives you comfort now
Might be the end of you then
Crows are pullin at my clothes
The wind got my fingers froze
Standing all day keepin watch
Over all the treasures we lost
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself

Go It Alone
I'm comin over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin voice is singing
Thru a crack in the window

I better go it alone

Down on the corner
See me standin
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin on the sidewalk
Lookin back and the sky is burning
In my rearview mirror

I better go it alone

Farewell Ride
Two white horses in a line carrying me to my burying
Ground some need diamonds some need love some need
Cards some need luck
Some need dollar bills lining their clothes
All I need is all I need is two white horses in a line taking
Me for my farewell ride some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride
I don't see the face of
Kindness I don't hear the
Mission bells I don't smell
The morning roses all I see
Is all I see is
Two white horses in a line
Carrying me to my burying ground
Some may say this might be
Your last farewell ride

Rental Car
Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust

Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go

Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on

Takin me far,
Far as a rental car can go

Emergency Exit
14 miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
To the landlord living inside my head
Never paid my rent till the lights went dead
Then I saw my sign comin up the road
A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load
On the avenues in the plain of day
I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain

Now hold your hand onto the plow
Work your body till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good lord near
It's a little too much to ask of faith
It's a little late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you seen
Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene

Kindness will find you
When darkness has fallen
Round your bed
Kindness will follow
Children will wander
Till
The end

Sea Change [2002]

2006-04-05T09:42:00.000-07:00

The Golden Age
Put your hands on the wheel
Let the golden age begin
Let the window down
Feel the moonlight on your skin
Let the desert wind
Cool your aching head
Let the weight of the world
Drift away instead

These day I barely get by
I don't even try

It's a treacherous road
With a desolated view
There's distant lights
But here they're far and few
And the sun don't shine
Even when it's day
You gotta drive all night
Just to feel like you're ok

These days I barely get by
I don't even try

Paper Tiger
Just like a paper tiger
Torn apart by idle hands
Through the helter skelter morning
Fix yourself while you still can
No more ashes to ashes
No more cinders from the sky
All the laws of creation
Tell a dead man how to die

O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun

Looking through a broken diamond
To make the past what it should be
Through the ruins and the weather
Capsized boats in the sea

O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun

We³Øe just holding on to nothing
To see how long nothing lasts

O deserts down below us
And storms up above
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun

Guess I'm Doing Fine
There’s a blue bird at my
window
I can’t hear the songs he sings
All the jewels in heaven
They
don’t look the same to me

I just wade the tides that turned
Till I
learn to leave the past behind

It’s only lies that I’m living
It’s
only tears that I’m crying
It’s only you that I’m losing
Guess I’m doing
fine

All the battlements are empty
And the moon is laying low

Yellow roses in the graveyard
Got no time to watch them grow

Now
I bade a friend farewell
I can do whatever pleases me

It’s only lies
that I’m living
It’s only tears that I’m crying
It’s only you that I’m
losing
Guess I’m doing fine

Press my face up to the window
To
see how warm it is inside
See the things that I’ve been missing
Missing
all this time

It’s only lies that I’m living
It’s only tears that
I’m crying
It’s only you that I’m losing
Guess I’m doing fine

Lonesome Tears
Lonesome tears
I can't cry them anymore
I can't think of what they're for
Oh they ruin me every time

But I'll try
And leave behind some days
These tears just can't erase
I don't need them anymore

How could this love ever-turning
Never turn it's eye on me?
How could this love ever-changing
Never change the way I feel?

Lazy sun
Your eyes catch the light
With the promises that might
Come true for a while

Oh I'll ride
Farther than I should
Harder than I could
Just to meet you there

How could this love ever-turning
Never turn it's eye on me?
How could this love ever-changing
Never change the way the feel?

Lost Cause
Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.
They make it hard to leave you alone.
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new.

Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost cause.

There's too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go.
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy, but nobody cares.

Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost cause.
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

There's a place where you are going
You ain't never been before
There's no one laughing at your back now
No one standing at your door
Is that what you thought love was for?

Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost
Baby I'm a lost cause
I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause.

End of the Day
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do
You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself
Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell
You can't tell

I've seen the end of the day come too late
Seen the love you had turning into hate
Had to act like I didn't even care
But I did so I got stranded standing there
Standing there

It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before

I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Like the prison dogs they set out after you
You owe nothing to the past but wasted time
To serve a sentence that was only in your mind
In your mind

It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before

It's All in Your Mind
Well it's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind
It's all in your mind
Well it's all in your mind

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well I cannot believe
You got a devil up your sleeve
And he's talking to me
And I cannot believe

And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Well you're all scared and stiff
A sick stolen gift
And the people you're with
They're all scared and stiff
And I wanted to be
And I wanted to be
Your good friend

Round the Bend
We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun

Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend

People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell

Babe, it's your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where we are going
Round, round, round the bend

Already Dead
Time wears away
All the pleasures of the day
All the treasures you could hold
Days turn to sand
Losing strength in every hand
They can't hold you anymore

Already dead to me now
'coz it feels like I'm watching something die

Love looks away
In the harsh light of the day
On the edge of nothing more
Days fade to black
In the light of what they lack
Nothing's measured by what it needs

Already dead to me now
'coz it feels like I'm watching something dyin'

Sunday Sun
Haven't got a lot to learn
And my eyes they stray again
Looking for a satellite
In the rays of heaven again

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterday is ending
Sunday sun

Jealous minds walk in a line
And their faces jade the strain
Stranded in infinity rooms
And they're safe from any harm

There's no other ending
Sunday sun
Yesterdays are mending
Sunday sun

Little One
Go to sleep
We're so tired now
Altogether in a snake pit of souls
New days
To throw your chains away
To try to hang your hopes on the wind

Little one
Just a little way
Today all we need is waiting

Night rise
Like the evening prize
In a turnstile backwards we fly
Cold bones
Tied together by
Black ropes we pulled from a swing

Little one
Just a little way
Today all of the dreams are waking

Can't stand on crooked legs
I'm cross-eyed to the wall
In these harbor lights
Satellites explode

Drown, drown
Sailors run aground
In a seachange nothing is safe
Strange waves
Push us every way
In a stolen boat we'll float away

Little one
Hold on
All of the dreams are wasting

Side of the Road
Something better than this
Someplace I'd like to go
To let all I've learned
Tell me what I know
About the kind of life
I never thought I'd live
Till the ugly truth
Showed me what it did

Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now

On a borrowed dime
In different light
You might see what
The other side looks like
In a random room
Behind an iron door
Kick an empty can
Across an empty floor

Let it pass on the side of the road
What a friend could tell me now

Midnite Vultures [1999]

2006-04-05T09:41:00.000-07:00

Sexx Laws

Can't you hear those cavalry drums Hijacking your equilibrium Midnight hags in the mausoleum Where the pixilated doctors moan Carnivores in the kowloon night Breathing freon by the candlelight Coquettes bitch slap you so polite Till you thank them For the tea and sympathy I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine Perfumed blokes on the ginza line Running buck wild like a concubine Who's mother never held her hand Brief encounters in mercedes benz Wearing hepatitis contact lens Bed and breakfast getaway weekends With sports illustrated moms I want to defy The logic of all sex laws Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists I'll let you be my chaperone At the halfway home I'm a full grown man But I'm not afraid to cry

Nicotine & Gravy

I'll be your chauffeur on a midnight drive It takes a miracle just to survive Buried animals call your name You keep on sleeping Through the poignant rain I think we're going crazy Her left eye is lazy She looks so israeli Nicotine and gravy I'll feed you fruit that don't exist I'll leave graffiti Where you've never been kissed I'll do your laundry Massage your soul I'll turn you over To the highway patrol I think we're going crazy Things don't even faze me Her left eye is lazy Nicotine and gravy Miracles amaze me She looks so israeli Love the way she plays me I think I'm going crazy I don't want to die tonight I don't want to die tonight¡..

Mixed Bizness

I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with heather Freaks flock together And make all the b-boys scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now Word up to the manthing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen I just wanna watch you dance Do you wanna ride on the baltic sea I'll be your mistress c.o.d. I'll comb your hair Re-write your diary Pour champagne on a honey bee She can really do me She can look right through me And make all the b-boys scream I'm mixing fitness with leather Homework with heather Freaks flock together And make all the lesbians scream All right Turn it up now All right Turn it up now

Get Real Paid

We like the boys With the bullet proof vests We like the girls With the cellophane chests We like to ride on executive planes We like to sit around and get real paid I know you really want it Cos your daddy's always on it And he knows just how to flaunt it He got pictures in his wallet And he wanna be your lover Does he look just like my mother Does he cover you like butter And just leave you in the gutter I want to know if I'm worth your time There's so much to do before you die Thursday night, I think I'm pregnant again Touch my ass if you're qualified

Hollywood Freaks

Hot milk Mmmm...tweak my nipple Champagne and ripple Shamans go cripple My sales go triple We drop lobotomy beats Evaporated meats On hi-tech street We go solo Dance floors and talk shows Hot dogs, no doz Hot sex in back rows I wanna know what makes you scream Be your twenty million dollar fantasy Treat you real good Expensive jeans Hollywood freaks on the hollywood scene Touch it real good if you want a piece Party people know I'm that type of freak People look so snooty Take pills make them moody Automatic bzooty Zero to tutti fruitti Sex in the halls Niagra falls Local shopping malls receive Anonymous calls Hot like a cheetah Neon mamacita Eat at tacoria Pop lockin' beats from korea Looking like jail bait Selling lots of real estate Looking like a hot date Banging like an 808 Do you want to feel this? Do you want to feel this? Norman schwartzkoff Something tells me you want to go home Champagne, bibles Custom clothes you own Calling up from special area codes Hollywood nuns with the hollywood phones I got nothing to do, nowhere to go I'll tell you what you want If you want to know Satin sheets Tropical oils Turn up the heat Till the swimming pool boils Let all the neighbors Read it in the papers Making all those gentlemen cry Realistic tears Jockin my mercedes Probably have my baby Shop at old navy He wish he was a lady

Peaches & Cream

Don't tell your right hand baby What your left hand do You know those road check girls Will make your brown breath blue Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Such a dangerous dream Peaches and cream¡. You look good in that sweater And that aluminum crutch I'm gonna let you down easy I've got a delicate touch Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Come on girl it's a dream You're a torn out page >from a best selling book Your home girl's on the line But your daddy's off the hook Where do we go now? Give those pious soldiers Another lollipop Cause we're on the good ship Menage et tois Peaches and cream You make a garbage man scream Such a delicate thing Keep your lamplight trimmed and burning

Broken Train

The snipers are passed out In the bushes again I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned Before the riots started Cos there's only rehashed faces On the bread line tonight Soon you'll be a figment Of some infamous life Billionaires smile like weapons Passing out platinum pensions They're out of kontrol No one knows how low they'll go (hold on) Take a ride on a broken train Those bra burning deportees At the service station They know that beige Is the color of resignation We're out of kontrol No one knows how low we'll go (hold on) Take a ride on a broken train Shining like crystal tiaras Ghettos and grey rivieras This is the real me ladies You won't find no shelter here Tell me, what's your zip code baby Did you ever let a cowboy sit on your lap

Milk and Honey

Don't take your red ribbons off You're about to make a fool of yourself In the aluminum sunset Drinking from a drain I'm a hundred miles behind myself Milk and honey Pouring down like money Make a poor boy wanna run Milk and Honey Do you wanna love me Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war torn stories Where the lifeguards slept in the streets In the jungle lands With the cold cola cans You'll get the keys to the city for free Milk and honey Pouring down like money Bring a poor boy to his knees Milk and honey No it isn't funny Living in a garden of sleaze Bangkok athletes in the biosphere Arkansas wet dreams We all disappear Kremlin mistress Rings the buddah chimes She slips me ruffies Receding hairlines She's all right...touching my body She's all right...on my computer She's all right...selling me watches She's all right...ring on my finger

Beautiful Way

Searchlights on the skyline Just looking for a friend Who's gonna love my baby When she's gone around the bend Egyptian bells are ringing When it's her birthday Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you There's a hurricane blowing your way Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break my heart There's someone calling your name It's driving you insane You were wearing that stained raincoat And your umbrella was a tangled mess You were washed up on the glittering shoals Looking for another crime to confess You bribed yourself Out of a place in the sun But you had some change to spare So you said you wanna spend it on me And shook the blues out of your hair Ooh such a beautiful way To break your heart Ooh such a beautiful way To break my heart There's someone calling your name You're gonna miss that train

Pressure Zone

The countryside is overgrown There's a lighthouse in her soul Wrestling with butcher girls She don't ever change her clothes Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase Cherry gardens feel like ice Hazard lights from her past Underneath the broken bridge Hookers hug illegal dads Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears I could sleep inside her bones A hundred years Lizards in the pressure zone Mother knows it's only a phase

Debra

I met you at jc penny I think your name-tag said jenny I could step to you With a fresh pack of gum And somehow I knew You were looking for some love Like a prude that's rype for the picking I wouldn't do you like that This ain't cooked chicken Cause only you got a thing That I just got to get with I just got to get, get with you And you know what we're gonna do I wanna get with you Oh girl And your sister I think her name is debra I wanna get with you Only you girl And your sister I think her name is debra Girl, I only want to be down with you Cause you got something that I just got to get with I'll pick you up late at night after work I said lady, step inside my hyundai I'm gonna take you up to glendale I'm gonna take you for a real good meal Cause when our eyes did meet Girl you know I was packing heat Ain't no use in wasting no time getting to know each other You know the deal Cause only you've got a thing that I just got to get with I just got to get with you girl You know I want to get with you Only you girl And your sister I think her name is debra I want to get with you girl And your sister I think her name is debra Ooh lovely lady Girl you drive me crazy Yeah, I got a little bit of sympathy for you girl Cause I'm a full grown man And I'm not afraid to...

Mutations [1998]

2006-04-05T09:40:00.000-07:00

Cold Brains
Cold brains, unmoved, untouched, unglued
Alone at last
And no thoughts, no mind, to rot behind
A trail of disasters

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride, disowned
Corroded to the bone

The fields of green are bent, obscene
I lay upon the gravel
And a worm of hope, a hangman's rope
Pulls me one way or the other

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We write these songs
Corroded to the bone

A bird of song is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn and drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter

A final curse
Abandoned hearse
We ride, disowned
Corroded to the bone

A bird of song is heard no longer
In the evacuated heavens
The drain is drawn and drained and gone
And on and on, it doesn't matter

Nobody's Fault But My Own
Treated you like a rusty blade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang
And let you go

And on the day, you said it's true
Some love holds, some gets used
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet

Who could ever be so cruel
Blame the devil for the things you do
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own

When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you

When the road is full of nails
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues are full of heartless tales
That drain on you

Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues

Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own

Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault, but my own

Lazy Flies
Lazy flies, all hovering above
The magistrate, he puts on his gloves
And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled
There must be some blueprint, some creed of the devil
Inscribed in our minds

A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust

Out in the mangroves, the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat in a house of disrepute
The dust of opiates and syphilis patients
On brochure vacations

Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
Puritans stare, their souls are fluorescent
The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes, invalid and blind

A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
Ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust

La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la, la la la la

Canceled Check

I hate to do this
But you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You're handing me a canceled check

You're so helpless
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgements to myself

And I get caught up in the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want to beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone

Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
Never had it so good

Stormy weather
The kids are making a racket
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild

And I get caught up in the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want to beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone

And I get caught up in the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want to beg
It's crystal clear your time is nearly gone

We Live Again
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Over the hill, a desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Oh, hungry days in the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex-painted windows
Dredging the night, drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Love is a plague in a mix-match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn
And love will be new, never cold and vacant

These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares

The end, oh, the end
We live again
Oh, I grow weary of the end

Tropicalia
Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar
And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms
The embassies lie in hideous shards
Where tourists snore and decay

When they dance in a reptile blaze
You wear a mask, an equatorial haze
Into the past, a colonial maze
Where there's no more confetti to throw

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs
To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze
They seem to strut in their millennial fogs
'til they fall down and deflate

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be evicted

Oh, and now, you've had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It's burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
I'll see them rise and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn't sell
Misery waits in vague hotels
To be a victim

Dead Melodies
Where will you go
When this day is over
A gambler's purse
Lays on the road

Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight

A laugh, a joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
They come and go

Doldrums are pounding
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now

Engineer
Slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon

Night birds will cackle
Rotting, like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies to me

Bottle of Blues
Da da da da, da da da da da da da da da

I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
To want somebody who doesn't want you

And I've been waiting for a year or a day
Some strange weather must be blowing my way
'cause I got no mind to go or to stay
Or be left behind

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Egos drone and pose alone
Like black balloons, all banged and blown
On a backwards river, infidels shiver
In the stench of belief

And tell my momma I'm a hundred years late
I'm over the rails and outta the race
The crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw
Are ringing in my ears

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

That's definitely the one (? ? ? ? )
Huh huh
Yeah
Wanna

Well, I just found me a bottle of blues
Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
To want somebody who doesn't want you

Holding hands with an impotent dream
In a brothel of fake energy
Put a nickel in a graveyard machine
I get higher and lower, I get higher and lower
Like a tired soldier with nothing to shoot
And nowhere to lose this bottle of blues

Bottle of blues
Aaah...
Doo be doo doo doo doo

And (? ? ? ? ) sittin' in the back room
Doo doo doo doo doo
Aaaaah...

Doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da, da da da
La la la, aaaah...

O Maria
There is no one, nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
'cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams

And I've been looking for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few

There's no whiskey, there's no wine
Just the concrete and a worried mind
'cause everybody knows death creeps in slow
'til you feel safe in his arms

And I've been looking for a new friend
And I don't care if he's decrepit and grey

La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Oh, maria, haven't you known
Days, so careless, all on your own
'cause everybody knows the circus is closed
And the animals have gone wild

And I've been looking for my shadow
But this place is so bright and so clean

There was no one, nothing to see
The night is useless and so are we
'cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is falling apart at the seams

And I've been looking for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la

Sing It Again
- wanna do another one, man?
- alright...
- let's go.

1... 2... 3... 4...

A town of disrespect
The trains are wrecked
The night is younger than us
Nowhere is anywhere else
You keep to yourself
Stirring the dregs, where I have laid

The exit signs are flashing
Dead ends, they won't come to life anymore
I pledge the rest, I should have guessed
Your love was hanging by threads
Tongues tied under the moon
My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs
The misers wind their minds
Like clocks that grind their gears on and on

And if it's meant, some accident
Some coincidence
Crumbs fall out of the sky when you wander by
The dust clouds blow and nobody's home

Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire
And sing it again

Oh, won't you lay my bags upon the funeral fire
And sing it again

Static
It's so easy to laugh at yourself
When all those jokes have already been written
Seems like another vain attempt
To let yourself fall out of the oven

Holy mountains
They look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside

Who you fooling if the fools are right?
It's the same thing, but it's almost as different
Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
Leaves you stranded with a broken engine

Lazy desert looks so mangled
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss

Get up from your bed of rest
Been a long time since you've lived
But the static in your mind
Leaves you hollow and unkind
With a shock electric wave
Turns you on

You've been flunked out of the devil's house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
And some distortion that's never been known
On the treadmill, you'll be running forever

Holy mountains
They look so tired
And it's a perfect day
To lock yourself inside

We go
We go
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo...

Odelay [1996]

2006-04-05T09:38:00.000-07:00

Devil's Haircut
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces

Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Crystals are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting

Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind
Got a devil's haircut in my mind

Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!
Devil's haircut! In my mind!

Hotwax
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
In my radio smashed

And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros

Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack

Shocked my finger spicing my hand
I been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man

Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease
Because I get down I get down
I get down all the way

Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western Unions of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants

And you got the hotwax residues
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using the souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly worms
Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds

Yo soy un disco cabrado*
Yo tengo chicle en cerabo

girl: "who are you?"
man: "I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm."
girl: "why did you come here?"
man: "I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...."

Chorus Translation: "I'm a broken record I have bubblegum in my brain"

Lord Only Knows
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted
What the Lord's made on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You will do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay
Just passing through
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants.....

The New Pollution
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution

Derelict
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Shooting venom at the passers-by
I'm hi-jacking stop the heaven down
I put my eyes in a paper bag
I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel

Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict when, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Novacane
Keep on talking like a novacane hurricane
Low static on the poor man's short-wave
Stampede's got to dismantle
Code-red: what's your handle

Mission incredible undercover convoy
Full-tilt chromosome cowboy
X-ray search and destroy
Smoke stack black top novacane boy

Got so low your mom won't drum
Getting late with the suicide beat
Test-tube, still-born and dazed
Chump scum plays in the razor's haze
Got the momentum radioactive
Lowdown!

Circumsized for the operation
Don't expect some generation
Cyanide ride down the turnpike
Hundred hours on the miracle mic
Grinding the gears eighteen wheels
Rigs and robots riding on their heels
Fine tune robot making a sand box(?)
Heats and infernos burning like drano(?)
Down the horizon purple gasses
Semi-trucks hauling them asses
Novacane, hit the road expressway
Explode!

Novacane! Novacane!

Jack-ass
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation

When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation

Where It's At
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home in my elevator bones!

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Man[spoken]: "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse town

girl[spoken]: "That's beautiful, Dad."

(Get my microphone....)

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind....

Minus
The last survivor of a boiled crap
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals they bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste

It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of frogs

Don't be confused when the fuse is up
And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled you can run and be killed
In the billion miles of the muscles that build

Radiation
Feeling the force
Karaoke
Vomiting morons

The scalps of zero hair on the call
Rubbing in a blind man's running mall
With the canker sores and the robot pants
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills

It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of frogs

Frogs! Frogs! Frogs!

Sissyneck
I don't need no wheels I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is
blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking
for a place to
get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger

I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing
my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time

All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that
would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born
in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing
my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time

Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody
knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would
pay
myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When he good times have passed out
cold

I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing
my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time

I got a stolen wife And a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing
my will On a three dollar bill In the evening time

Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on

[scream]Ahhhowwww!!

Readymade
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade

And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade

My bags are waiting
In the next life

Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade

And my bags are waiting
in the next life

An open road where I can breate
Where the lowest low is calling to me
i can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade

And my bags are waiting
in the next life

High 5 (Rock The Catskills)
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!

[rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit."

When I rock it's like a high 5
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs no fronteirs
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

[spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping jugger
Like the last century

[Mike D]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you?
Man, get the other record! Damn!"

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills!

[Mike D]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
Everybody!
One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon!
Just do it everybody, c'mon!
Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl.
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Say: Jordache!"

Ramshackle
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own

So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around

We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings

Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races

We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes

'Cause there's no kind of 'well'
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind

We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all

Stereopathetic Soul Manure [1994]

2006-04-05T09:33:00.000-07:00

Pink Noise (Rock Me Amadeus)
Big pain burnin' now
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt

Well I'm puttin' it down
When you're not picking it up
When I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny

Fat chance glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
Cos you're treatin' me like a rerun

Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
No no no no no

So what
I lost my job at the Hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers

And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Rowboat
Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up
Give me some food to eat
In your truck
Goin' no place
I'll be home
Talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange
You'll be far away

Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dogfood on the floor
And I've been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small

Pick me up
Give me some alcohol
In your truck
Playin' the radio
I'll be home
With the gasoline
You'll be stoned
You'll be far away

Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She is all
And everything else is small

Thunder Peel
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I'm taking morphine[? ]

Now I'm rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles

It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve

The Spirit Moves Me
Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
You know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of a sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out the things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now
You don't listen to me anyway

Crystal Clear (Beer)
Stereopathetic Soulmanure version

I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night
I woke this morning
And I knew I was right

I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble
I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed

I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I'm laying in my grave
All I do is grunt
'Cause the undertaker got all mixed up
And put my ass in the front

I got the cut-in-half blues
The cut-in-half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues
[sneeze]

Fresh Meat and Old Slabs version

Some folks get their kicks stepping on ants
Some folks fall for love and romance
Some like to roll in the mud and laugh
My baby just likes to cut people in half

I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues

Well I thought I heard a chainsaw
Revving late last night
I woke the next morning cut in two
And I knew that I was right

I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues

I knew we were in trouble
And we... she'd lost her head
When she started bringing
All those power tools to bed
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues

No Money, No Honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money
No money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money
No money

8.6.82
It's august 6th, 1982.
And uh, we were jammin' over at the house.
My pants caught on fire.
We were smokin' a lotta... whiskey, and uh, chicken.
And uh, got some food and...
I got some food and came home and got a call, uh...
No wait, I got some calls then, uh, came home, then I got some food.
Came home, got some food and then :::cough::: got some calls, uh...
Couldn't find the fridge for a while and...
Wait, first we couldn't...we got the food and then...
No wait, first we had the fridge.

Total Soul Future (Eat It)
I'm an alien from another sphere. The thing I like about the earth is the range of colors. Fantastic to mundane. Brilliant to dull. As I was penetrating the ozone, I perchanced to notice the orange peel-like quality of the light playing upon the... the ocean. I gotta go right now; someone is videotaping me in my spaceship.

All around a water tank
Just a-waitin' for a train
A thousand miles away from home
Just a-waitin' for'n the rain
I walked up to a breakman
Just to give him a line of talk
He said, "If you got money,
I'll see that you don't walk."
"I haven't got a nickel;
Not a penny for to show."
"Get off, get off, you railroad bum!"
And he slammed the boxcar door
They let me off in Texas
A state I dearly love
The moon, the stars above me... and what else?

One Foot in the Grave
There's a dead hobo on the patio
And an old barbed wire on the funeral fire
Well, you roll out the carpet and it better be red
And it better be long as the troubles in my head
Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave

Well, I was sittin' at home, cookin' up a steak
Satan came down, dressed like a snake
Well, he called my name as I turned up the flames
And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise
Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave

Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Don't go carvin' no happy face on my tombstone

Woo!
Woo!

Aphid Manure Heist
Amanda
Lied o'er the man's light
Made sure the faith in the light had made her
The greatest woman
The greatest woman
To be the man's greatest wife

I thought it all over
Lord knows I've tried
It's awful great struggle
In any man's life
To look in the mirror
In total surprise
At the great hair on her shoulders
And the great big, big, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful eyes...

Aman.....

Today Has Been a Fucked up Day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Today has been a fucked-up day
Looks like tomorrow'll be the same old day

There's people runnin' up and down the line
With grocery bags on they heads
And dollar bills pasted onto their faces
Squeegee in their hand

Woo, woo, woo...
Woo!
Woohoo!
Woohoohoo!

Rollins Power Sauce
[slowed down:] ummm...my throat muscles are completely shredded

You tell no one
'bout barney
Leaning on you
Dirty pictures

False faces
Bloody wallet
Ripped out your heart
Put on my clothes

No one'll want you
With a bloody bozo
With a bloody bozo
And I got no focus
Got no focus...
Oh...
Ow...

[slowed down:] use the taser

11.6.45
It's, uh, november 6th, 1945, and we...
...went up to, and uh, back to the house and watched mtv...
...and playin' pac-man.
It's all really gross and all the kids were diseased.
Giant airplanes, uh, crashing underneath...
...electro-magnetic fuse...guys with flamethrowers...melting.
Taco trucks were crashed.
There was sausage meat all over the...
Sasquatch was eating a burrito.

Cut 1/2 Blues
I thought I heard a chainsaw
Rather late last night
I woke this mornin' and I knew I was right
I got the cut-in-half blues

Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

I knew we were in trouble
I knew she lost her head
When she started bringin' all those power tools to bed
I got the cut-in-half blues

Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues

(little beck skat riff)

I'm layin' in my grave
All I do is grunt
Cause the undertaker got all mixed up
And put my ass in the front
I got the cut-in-half blues

Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
I got the cut-in-half blues (achoo!)

Jagermeister Pie
You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
Cos all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of Frito Lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak
And she's puttin' out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur

Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong

Chokin' on a breathmint

That's cool
Yeah, that's cool

Ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy...(can I get a little echo on this? )
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy

What does it mean?
The fire is green
The demons just came through the window

Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy

Big-league man
The future looks dim
Using [? ? ? ] forever

Ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy! you're the man!
How can I grasp you power?
I'm sittin' here lookin' at this keychain
And you...uh, there's mascara bleeding out of your eyes
The microphone is in flames
And there's a giant chicken claw above your head

Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy
Ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy ozzy

Satan Gave Me a Taco
Satan gave me a taco
And it made me really sick
The chicken was all raw
And the grease was mighty thick
The rice was all rancid
And the beans were so hard
I was getting kinda dizzy
Eatin' all the lard
There was aphids on the lettuce
And I ate every one
And after I was done
The salsa melted off my tongue
Pieces of tortilla
Got stuck in my throat
And the stains on my clothes
Burned a hole through my coat
My stomach was a'tremblin'
And I broke out in a rash
I was so dry and thirsty
And I didn't have no cash
So I went and found a hose
Tore off all my clothes
Turned on the water
And it shot right up my nose
Some old lady came along
And she thought I was a freak
So she beat me with her handbag
'til I could hardly speak
I was lying there naked
My body badly bruised
In a pool of my own blood
Unconscious and confused
Well the cops came and got me
And threw me in their van
And I woke up on the ceiling
And I couldn't find my hand
They took me to the judge
His eyes a'glowin' red
The courtroom was filled
With witches and the dead
Well the sheriff was a hell-hound
With fangs and claws
The prisoners were tied up
And chained to the walls
The air was getting thick
The smoke was getting thicker
The judge read the verdict
Said cut off his head!
Well they placed me on the altar
And they raised up the axe
My head was about to explode
When I noticed the marshall stacks
I noticed all the smoke machines
Cameras and the lights
Some guy with a microphone
Runnin' around dancin' in tights
And I noticed the crew
And the band playin' down below
And I realized I was in a rock video
So I went and joined the band
And I went out on tour
And I smoked a lot of heroin
And I passed out in manure
I made out with the groupies (aw yeah)
Started fires backstage (aw yeah, start 'em up)
Made a lot of money (aw yeah, I'm makin it)
And I gave it all away (give it all to me)
Well the band got killed (aw, bunch of losers)
So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah
And I won all the awards (get 'em all now)
And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky)
And I opened up the taco stand (aw haw, etc.)
Just to smell the smell
Cookin' with the devil
Fryin' down in hell

(git busy)

8.4.82
Today's, uh, august 4th, 1982.
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with.
There was a weed-wacker...we stole two of them.
A cop car was on fire.
My friend scott, he was running and he, uh, slipped on a twinkie.
And his nose was covered with blood...
The security helicopter shot a spotlight...
Somebody pulled their pants d...

Tasergun
I got a room down in hollywood
The rent was cheap,
The street was cool
But there was an old man
Who lived right next to me
He was so wretched
He ate up everything
The day I moved in
I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling
He ran out into the hall and he yelled
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth

He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
You little creepy slob,
Why don't you get a job?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you get out of here?
Why don't you move away?
Why don't you just get lost?
He spent his days
Down in adult book stores
Bringing home all kinda weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me
So one day I get pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
You son of a bitch
I think it's startin to itch
He's got the taser gun
(spoken: mr. handjob)

Modesto
You came, you went
My mind it got a dent
I couldn't make my rent
'cause all my cash was lent

This town is filled
With thousand-dollar-bills
Laminated songs
Contaminated lawns
Well we eat about fifteen times a day
Starin' through a bag of frito-lay
And I play with the fire in the stove
When my eyes peel out and my fingertips get cold

Well it's real and it's fake
And it's flamin' like a steak
And she's puttin' out my face with the rake
Oh honey you knew
That you were my one and only blur

Unglued, depressed
The meatloaf in my chest
Personality test
I failed with the best
And I stomped and I stormed
And I passed out in your dorm
Then you hustled me outside
I couldn't catch a ride
But the subway trains speak to me now
I'm browsing through the supermarket town
And the girls don't talk when I'm around
And I'm feelin' bad even though nothing's wrong

Chokin' on a breathmint

One Foot in the Grave [1994]

2006-04-05T09:27:00.000-07:00

He's A Mighty Good Leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

He led my mother
He led my mother
He led my mother
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He led my mother
All the way

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

Sleeping Bag
Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic on the other side of town

There's sleeping bags and fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

'cause it's getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is saggin down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smokin' in an old ashtray
They just blow it out their nose and say ok

So let's try to make it last
The past is still the past
And tomorrow is just another crazy scam

I Get Lonesome
Well there ain't nobody left to impress
And everyone's kissing their own hands
This 666 on the kitchen floor
Ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome...

So glad to be a slab
Stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
Piled in the corner
I get lonesome...

Getting fat on your own fear
Bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
Just to make a sound
I get lonesome...

Burnt Orange Peel
Long ago things to be
Ive got a garden hose and a color tv
I've got time on my hands
I've got time on my hands
Nobody cares what I do

Long ago things to do
I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew
I've got work to get done
I've got work to get done
Nobody knows where to run

I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice
I've got trees to drink
But they smell so nice
Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you

Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash
Nobody knows, so just go home

Cyanide Breath Mint
Definitely this is the wrong place to be
There's blood on the futon
There's a kid drinking fire
Going down to the sea
They got people to meet
Shaking hands with themselves
Looking out for themselves

When they ask you for credit
Give them a branch
When they want you to get it
Chew on the grass
I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you
There's nothing to tell you
There's nothing to sell you

In the afternoon
Riding the scapegoat
Burning equipment
Decomposing
Cool off your jets
Take off your sweats
I got a funny feeling they got plastic in the afterlife

When they want you to cry
Leap into the sky
When they suck your mind
Like a pigeon you'll fly
I know I know
It's the positive people
Running from their time
Looking for some feeling

See Water
Close your eyes and see water
Sliding up the back of your head
Folding into your clothing
Covering eveything you said

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Dried up on the shoreline
Drinking everything you said
Offering food to the ladies
Pulling down animals in trees (? )

Climb up into
No one's gonna miss you

Ziplock Bag
Go back home, bury my load

Yellow cat laying flat on the road

Been so long since I been gone

Ziplock bag holding my comb

Hollow Log
Go where you want to
Do the things you feel
Walk around with a broken leg
And a hundred-dollar bill

Get yourself a pistol
Get yourself a dog
Stay up all night getting drunk
Sleeping on a hollow log

Walk 'til you're restless
Sleep 'til you're tired
Wake up without thinking
You're the one that I desired

Forcefield
Stand outside with a suitcase
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
Walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
Look at the people driving backwards
(and the stance I took on that)
No particular style
(leaves that forcefield round my back)

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Roll out your silver-dollar coffins
Pull out your buckskin gloves
Tell them anything you want to
The sound comes from above

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
The things you hate the most
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Don't let it get near you
Don't let it get too close
Don't let it turn you into
The things you hate the most

(there's a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I sat)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
(and it stands just where I've set)
(and the stance I took on that)
(leaves a forcefield round my neck)

Fourteen Rivers Fourteen Floods
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above
Don't get drunk, don't get dry
Just bring your money next saturday night

Forteen miles on a teton trail
With a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind
All my life I been talkin' fast
Takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass

Throw my hat on a coffin nail
Put another brick in the fireplace
Well I don't know about you or me
But someone got loose back in town

Asshole
Your brains went black
When she took back her love
And put it out into the sun
The birds did fly
When the heavens all went dry
And the cigarettes were smoking by themselves

She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole

Call her name
She looks the same as you
Question marks stretched across her skin
She dangles carrots
Makes you feel embarrassed
To be the fool you know you are

She'll do anything
She'll do anything
She'll do anything
To make you feel like an asshole

I've Seen The Land Beyond
From these shores where we
belong
I have seen the land beyond
Where the lord is strange and strong

I have seen the land beyond

There's no telling who'll be dead

When the pale horse is turning red.
And the tounges will burn in vain

And everything will feel the same

There's no patience, there's no
peace
I have seen the land beyond
Where the gravestones never cease

I have seen the land beyond

Through the troubles of the years

through the heavenly appartition appears
And we're haunted by our own
minds
When the spirit comes in disguise

From these shore where we
belong
I have seen the land beyond
I'll be there and I'll be gone
I
have seen the land beyond

Outcome
Seventeen years in the city
Static clinging to the ceiling
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

Bright cops and cheerleaders
Eyebrows painted on their heads
A mouthfull of rotting cavities
Drinking coca-cola in the street

Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
Never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

Shot in the leg
Shot in the leg
My leg is a bone
Nobody home
My hand is a wire
The skies are fire
The drums are beating
Pistols and jeans
Left for dead
Left for dead
Left for dead
Dead as a fly

Girl Dreams
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true

I first met you down on lover's lane
The birds were insane
Flapping all about
Softly you would sing
Swinging in your swing
It wasn't night it wasn't day

You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true
You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
My dreams never come true

Painted Eyelids
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trashbags are your kids
The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinkin' through the sky
And every hour that passes
Is teachin me how to cry
Cuz it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singing
Like a tiger with no skin
The sewer drain is glowing
And I don't know what state I'm in
And the river is on fire
There's chemicals in the breeze
And all the roads are blocked off
Cuz they're just too hard to see
So cancel my appointments
And set up a whole new show
Cuz I'm in need of a good hot meal
And a life to call my own

So get me a plate of money
And get me a blanket and a chair
The limitations are limitless
They're floating through the air
Because it's real and it's true
The things I see in you
And there's nothing I wouldn't talk about
You're the clearest dream that ever drifted by

Atmospheric Conditions
There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get from here to there
[repeat]

There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(nothing twistin round, burnin down, come around)
There hasn't been a change for over a year
(slidin through, divided through, hiding you)
There hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(shut it up, rollin up, finding you)

Pull the tap
Just a tad
(gypsy haircut)
There's no atmosphere
(a bearskin rug, the tambourines)
Dig a tunnel through the mountain (black piano on the mountain)
How many the atmospheres are out there
(there's a broken bottle...in the tunnel)
There's a tunnel from there to here
Cut your hand on the atmosphere
Split in two
Bandaids on your hand
Split the atmosphere
Split in two
Staring at you

Mellow Gold [1994]

2006-04-05T09:15:00.000-07:00

Loser
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

Yo. cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
Soooooooyy....

(I'm a driver, I'm a winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(know what I'm sayin'? )

Pay No Mind
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls ripping out from the walls
As they walk out from the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So give the finger to the folksinger
As he's....uh...y'know, doing his thing
On the radio
Sales ride low thru the garbage-pail glow
The radio ghetto-blasting sun
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
And get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
The poison's all been used
The poison's all been used
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind

Fuckin With My Head
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin in an old toolshed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow

When you wanna be with me, then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Found myself in new orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Beat my forehead through the ceilin'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah

When you want to be with me, then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey

Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots
Runnin' wild on the bayou
Now talkin' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand...feels good

When you wanna be with me, then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no

Whiskeyclone Hotel City 1997
I was born in this hotel
Washin' dishes in the sink
Magazines and free soda
Tryin hard not to think

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah
Comin' back from the convalescent home...oh...
Starin' at sports cars ... crying

Rattlesnake on the ceilin'
Gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
With the ocean and the bees

Lay it on to the dawn
Everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn
Lay it on to the dawn

Sweet Sunshine
Touch me on the inside with a finger full of famine
Wanna get you on the sofa later; wanna shake and bake me?

Bucket full of blood
Got you on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Bucket full of blood
Got you on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

Barroom !? !? ! full of bread with a horse-whip ? ? ? ? screamin
We are strong and ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Grab your wine, tell me where you been
With the violin time and the moon gettin' thin
Grab your wine, take me where you been
With the violin time and the moon gettin' thin

I wanna climb up off the rug
I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball
I wanna climb up on the wall
I wanna swing through the city on a wreckin' ball

Lay onto the dawn and on your plentiful sensation
Cause the town is full of sound
And I killed my last relation
Got a bucket full of blood
Got you on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine
Got a bucket full of blood
Got you on my mind
Gonna break my face on the sweet sunshine

I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more
I wanna get up off the floor
I wanna run to the devil and get me some more

Beercan
Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
To ditch myself and get outside
Dancing women
Throwing plates
Decapitating their laughing dates
Swirling chickens caught in flight
Out of focus
Much too bright
Coming down
Shiny teeth
Game show suckers trying to bleed
But I got a drug and I got the bug
And I got something better than love

How you like me now
Pretty good
Going on, feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
Telephone bills up my sleeves
Choking like a one man dustbowl
Freedom rock slimeball
Talking in code
We went down
Lit up the shack
Grab me a beer out of the sack
Everybody bent over twice
Painting the walls throwing some dice
Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
And they were singing like this

Winos throwing frisbees at the sun
Put my soul between a bun
Now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
Now I'm running like a flaming pig

Oh yeah
Scraping off the attitude
Old man eating all my food
Don't be kind
Don't be rude
Just shake your boots and let it all get loose

Oh yeah
My goodness

Fluffy clouds
Jumping rainbows
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad
Jumping rainbows
A soft and snuggly place
[repeat]
Fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy

Oh yeah, I like it like that
Oh that is cold
Somebody put a flame-thrower on that
Oh my goodness
Take me down to the depot
Buddy put me down on the bus
Oh yeah
I like it like that
Somebody bring me a plate of sassafras
Hey hey hey
Uh-huh
What's happenin'

Steal My Body Home
Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women all runnin' around

Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines

Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove

On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home

The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean

And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to the electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell

When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop

Lay in to the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire

I took a leap into the fog
Sleepin' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughin' with no mouth

You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
When the devil's your only friend

Nitemare Hippy Girl
She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age let-down in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex, she's changin' my style

She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

... oh, oh, oh ...

She's a magical, sparklin' tease
She's a rainbow chokin'' the breeze
Yo, she's bustin' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playin' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time for all that it's worth

Mutherfuker
Yo, homey don't play like that
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Hey, mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle, judging everyone
You're actin' like it's chill
When the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your face on my head?

Everyone's out to get you, motherfuker

Total paranoia, tryin' to annoy you
Everything I do is to try to fuck you up
Screw chum chewin
The house of spasm
Trucks drove on the situation, dude

Everyone's out to get you, motherfucker!

Black Hole
Windy
Windy
looking for a better home
gotta be
gotta be

running out of lightbulbs
crowded
crowded
open to a wastecan

yellow car
yellow car
better be inside there
wake up
wake up

nothing's gonna harm you
glass wall
glass wall
standing on the
furniture
little boy
little boy
laying on a sleeping bag

watching
watching
through the cracks of his eyelids
stranger

stranger
feeling like a broken stone
lost him
lost him

standing on the orange chairs
alphabet
alphabet
can't afford a
telephone
black hole
black hole
nothing's gonna harm you