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NORTH DAKOTACHROME
04:20
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Who runs around when she knocks on your door
I never doubted you we never connected
Cut out all the attitude and in the end I'll fight for you
No one can add a thing to my soliloquies so Texas-sized
I tend to be argumental I could never lie
I'm usually sentimental that's so clever
Brides to be forsaken for their altered state of North to coda chrome
I look around again there's still nobody home
Who comes around when I'm lonely and bored
Whose foot's on the clutch while the gas pedal's floored
A moment of innocence and Addie read some novelties
I picked up my pencil vainly wrote an I owe what to you
I'll ask a politician, "Do you talk to anyone?"
I'm in such misery I'm ill, annoyed and glum
She carries on about me I don't know why
You're mingling with George you make me break down and cry
I knew your kind
I dwell aware
But the main thing's for me not to care
Oh line a line can tuck you into bed
And tear your heart into shreds
Oh Ed meant tons to Louis Z and I know my place
Left by the road I'll land back on my feet
I'm playing tennis see me run down the street
My wristwatch is Swiss concentrate all my freedom
On tanagram wisdom in a sort of new direction
I go washing tons of clothing and you contact me there
Can this be the ending or a gone berserk affair
I got a note from Ish again he says, "How are you?"
She says she knew him sure she knew him back in California
I knew your kind
I dwell aware
But the main thing's for me not to care
Oh line a line can tuck you into bed
And tear your heart into shreds
Oh Ed meant tons to Louis Z and I know my place
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2. |
I AM A BAT
06:04
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I am not your master, servant
I am Mister Jones
I haven't got a thing to die for
I'm just another drone
Every time I look at you
I tell you that I am in a rage
I am just another animal living in a cage
I am not your creature feature
Most of the people have the good sense to know
That we're not like that
Stepping through doorways, I'm pulling the lever
Lights going out while they're screaming
I tell them they call me The Bat
I'm watching all the lazy people
Praying to their televisions
When we finally arrive with our suits
We'll tie you up with a five year contract
Of making the grade with your loot
Because I am traveling down a long and lonely road
Nothing but my good friend Toby
It's a big load
We pass the time singing songs of praise
Memories of Seymour
Those were better days
Descending down
We try to escape the atmosphere
Stand in line
Listen with our ears
Suddenly I'm lost
I open up the door
I step out on the porch to see that the April rain has come
And I'm falling
And then I get up
I jump up on the roof
I reach up to the sky to find that I can touch the sun
And I'm falling, falling, falling
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3. |
THE COMPLAINT SONG
04:35
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Women are definitely trouble for me
I'll tell you why and you'll hand me sympathy
Times are hard in our modern age
And the women of the world will send me to my grave
Women... call me an ugly guy
Women... I think I know why
Women... call me unapproachable
WOMEN! WOMEN! WOMEN!
Men are definitely trouble for me
They always think that I'm a threat to their masculinity
They're so obsessed with being cool
Men are sexist and cruel
Men... who would ever believe, oh
Men... men and the male libido
Men... let me say it again
MEN! MEN! MEN!
Smoking is definitely trouble for me
I think the smoke even kills the trees
I know it's smooth and so relaxing
But it's a fact it's lung attacking
Smoking... is a disgusting habit
In the lab smoking killed the rabbit
Smoking is yucky... IT'S OKAY!
SMOKING! SMOKING! SMOKING!
War is definitely trouble for me
It starts when two people disagree
Then they go out and have
OTHER PEOPLE KILL OTHER PEOPLE FOR THEM!
War's a bad thing and it makes me mad
War... costs a lot of money
War... isn't even funny
War... please no more
WAR! WAR! WAR!
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4. |
STOPLITE
05:06
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When I was younger I was dropped on my head
I don't remember it but that's what my folks always said
And now I'm older with a gun in my hand
I don't believe it here we go again
I started running
And thinking
And dying
To tell her the truth
I started drinking 'cuz I had nothing better to do
And now I'm wishing that I hadn't forgotten her name
She gives me nothing while I've given her everything
And when I was only seventeen
I bought my very first pornographic magazine
When I was younger I was better than this
My inspiration was the innocent hope for a kiss
And now I'm older not a bit innocent
There goes my mouth again
So/Well I decided to try it
To run it in spite of the law
I couldn't help it
No I just couldn't help it at all
And now I'm looking for the ego-boost act of applause
If only somebody could offer me this to belong
And every time things are going okay
I remember that she's got a boyfriend in L.A.
La La La
Now I'm telling you if you only had half a brain
Then you would take a chance again
Not to trouble you but everything sounds like a joke
And I only work and work
There are just so many things that I can do
There are just so many people in the world
There are just so many fishes in the sea
It gets so hard
Relax
Watch me
La La La
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Sister was just an accident to look for
Nonetheless she could express her point of view
Suddenly there were these plans and propositions
Leaving her heart back east with nothing better to do
Mother said why are you so intent on leaving
Why do you always forego all your best-laid plans
Seems to me you've had so many tempting offers
But you traded a bright career for a box of broken crayons
And after all the promises and documents you've signed
You're still the odds-on favorite
As long as you think you're doing fine, so
Thank God you're doing fine
Sister was just an accident to look for
She tells herself that she's as happy as a clam
But she clams up with but the slightest provocation
She's on vacation from her maudlin spinster mind
Don't leave the ballpark early as soon as your team falls behind
You'll be an ass-out long shot
If you don't believe that you're doing fine, so
Thank God you're doing fine
The poets and philosophers
Seem to share my point of view
So when it comes to the end of the world
There's only one thing left to do, and that's
Thank God you're doing fine
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6. |
USELESS FLOWERS
05:02
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I bought a double breasted suit
A most conservative design
I brought you useless flowers
And all they did was die
A broken heart that will not break
Remains acceptable completely gone astray
The process here is elementary
In a junior high school sort of way
Not that I'm laughing
But I'm known to smirk and wave goodbye
While standing lonely by your side
I could have died a thousand deaths
And never had the chance
To tell you all the secrets I have kept
Explain to you the humor
In all the jokes you didn't get
Won't someone stop the noises in my head
I caught my taxicab at five
I shopped for monumental truth
Found a procrastinating savior
Who said that he had better things to do
Not that I'm laughing
But I raise my eyebrows toward the sky
With diamonds sprinkling far behind
And wish all necks bedecked with crucifixes
Could be fixed by
Hypocrites who kill for peace and lust
Sentimental cynics
Who endear themselves to all of us
I know I should be something
But I'm not
Not that I'm laughing
But everything that cracks me up inside
Is just another fish to Friday
And Friday's when I sneak around the back
And wear my silk-bottom beret
One two three four five six seven eight nine
Million dollars
But all the money I fail to make
Can't buy me love
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7. |
BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPH
04:27
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LOOK OUT!
There's something behind you
Seeping through the cracks in the walls
I cannot tell you where it came from
WATCH OUT!
I needn't remind you
About the safety features built into the wheels
Of those American cars
STEP OUT!
Before anyone can find you
Those existential wind-up files
Are filling up the void inside your head
You better...
SHUT UP!
And unwind
The situation's unavoidable
It's something that I dread
These idealistic views will not eliminate your past
With insubstantial revelations time is running out at last
For the moment it arrives we're not prepared to let them go
Don't give me explanations 'bout the stuff inside your brain
It's not a mass communication but it's driving me insane
DRINK UP!
While the drinks are on me
They're saying maybe we should take a rest
And play around with nasty silhouettes
GADZOOKS!
She knows it's better by far
So stop being so insistent
I'm attracted to resistance, I'm a
FALL OUT!
We've got the get on the road
I'm taking pictures of a bridge lump
Right in the middle of the road
KUNG FU!
It's not reality we perceive
My wounds are bleeding through my ears
This doctor has me on hold
His hypocritical oath his hippopotamus house
He's at the petting zoo tomorrow with a hyperactive child
His undergraduate work his over-activist mind
He's making futile attempts at drilling holes to pakistan
To pardon pakistani pilgrims drumming rhythms in my head
I was blowing tiny bubbles
Little bitty flowers were blossoming in my hair
I was looking at a rainbow
And a beautiful photograph of you
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PICTURE BOOK PRETTY
04:53
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It's eight in the morning
She's anxious to see me
Just wait all my life going in circles again
'Cuz she's picture book pretty
She walks down the street just a hint of disregard
Her lipstick shatters glasses islands in the sun
She looks so steady not a hint of nothing wrong
Some pre-fab armistice to help her move along
'Cuz baby
Why wait 'til the morning?
It's late in the evening
Blue diamond-like eyes strike me down once again
'Cuz she's picture book pretty
She talks, talks about the little places that she's seen
It seems nothing more than some spectacular routine
Her words fade as quickly as the moment they were said
I sometimes wonder what goes on inside her head
'Cuz baby
I'd give her my lifetime
The keys to the city
One dozen red roses would not be quite enough
'Cuz she's picture book pretty
It's eight in the morning
She's anxious to see me
Just wait all my life going in circles again
'Cuz she's picture book pretty
She's keeping her distance
She's keeping her silence
She stays far away and don't you know that she does
'Cuz she's picture book pretty
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9. |
ENTROPY
03:00
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What if I were to reach around and
Grab you by the hat and look you in the blue eyes
I got a sick sense of humor
Like a cancerous tumor
And I tend to over analyze
I got up and out of bed one afternoon
Had a scotch on the rocks
And came to this conclusion
She's so very beautiful
I'm not very loveable
Together we could never be together alone
She's sickly optimistic
And makes me feel sadistic
I would phone her but I hate to talk to people on the phone
Sometimes I get too cynical
She's the softer side of velcro
So I don't think we'll ever fall apart
No sireeee
I don't think we'll ever fall apart
So reach around
Around the world
For every boy and every girl
'Cuz I don't think we'll ever fall
Winter, summer, spring or fall
I don't think we'll ever fall apart
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10. |
PSYCHIC WOMAN
06:48
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Listen to me señorita
To all the thoughts that haunt my mind
A brutal senseless action
And a confession of a loveless crime
The shotgun's empty
And in the name of lust
She tempted me
Until I'd had enough
I often promise things
I never keep my promises
A time of warning
A subtle kiss
I never thought it would come to this
Not to mention the things I love
But you never mention the things I love
A moment taken to collect a thought
A confrontation in a parking lot
No time for names just stumbling fingers
On unfamiliar flesh and triggers
A moment's whim to soon seduce her
To a quickly dark and empty future
And all the movie stars in hollywood
Overemphasize the looking good
And all the beautiful faces in magazines
Just adding insult to injury
Well I could never be a movie star
I could never be anything at all
And she could never make the effort
To try to understand me
I used to promise things
My promises were useless
She bit the bullet
I took the fall
Look into your crystal ball
Tell me the future
Tell me where I will go
Tell me the truth
But don't tell me anything that I already know
I've got a life that I'm dying to live
I think there are some things that not even God can forgive
So listen to me señorita
What is it that you see
Can you read my palms and my life lines
And tell me what will happen to me
I have to know my future
Now here they come
God what have I done
I never thought that it would come to this
The future scares me so
Vague and unpredictable
Help me now
Help me alter it
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LAWSUIT Davis, California
Once upon a time there was a band named Lawsuit. It was a 10-piece band, known for its quirky lyrics and its energetic live
shows.
The band played up and down California, were popular at the UCD Whole Earth Festival, had a standing last-Friday-of-the-month gig at Hotel Utah in San Francisco, and were regulars at the Palms Playhouse when it was in Davis, Ca.
The band broke up in 1996.
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