1. |
THE THUNDERBUTTON
02:18
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2. |
HEART ATTACK OF LOVE
02:31
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Green skies, Cadillac
Look at the face of the girl who acts like
She's running around with a wonderful guy
(oh look at that look in her eye)
Blue skies, purple clouds
Everyone's gone I don't know how they
Left me behind, I'm not that kind
(of a)
Rude boy, big town
Shootin' up and comin' down, oh
I need a fix... gotta get a fix
She's coming home
She's not the same man that I knew
She's gaining fame and I'm getting laid off
I was a fool when I was making love to you, oh
One plus one plus one is
Haircut, slicked back
Now I'm dying from a heart attack of love
But it's a funny pain 'cuz I kinda want to do it again
But no time, can't wait
Gotta go home and masturbate 'cuz
That's what I do... that's all I do
She's coming home
She's not the same man that I knew
She's gaining fame and I'm getting laid off
I was a fool when I was making love to you, oh
One plus one plus one is two
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3. |
BOTTLES OF CHANCE
04:11
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The keester-kaster tilt of an unsteady social life
Her eyes are not showing any signs of remorse
A window-shopping widower to take her for a wife
The salad days were over when they served the second course
And deep within her heart she felt the workings of a king
"It's time," she said, " to trace the ugly rumor to its source."
Another Monday morning is an elementary thing
She holds her breath in the palm of her hand
She gives him a number and he gives her a ring
She isn't sure she's able to live up to his demands
His eyes go right through her just like butter through a knife
She's looking out the window at her bottles of chance
Block charades
Emergency cards
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with her handy mini skirt
oom...bam...sheesh
A Thursday night of waiting starts to drive the girl insane
The ringing cuts the silence with the sharpness of a child
She forced herself to listen to the falling of the rain
The working women like to read the calling of the wild
The tires on the driveway signal Friday night is here
Mascara makes her mother miss her daughter meek and mild
She's living in a chapter from a play by Norman Lear
Incarcerated cognant markers asking her to dance
Unprincipled perceptions of unmotivated fear
Another Sunday afternoon spent reading 'bout romance
The feelings of a grownup world that anyone could feign
She grabs a soda knocking over bottles of chance
Block charades
Emergency cards
Toaster pastries on the way to work
Fixing panties with her handy mini skirt
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4. |
BOXES Y BOXES
02:59
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Boxes and boxes of candles and tape
Figuring out why he's looking at that
A gentleman's prayer for a dying crusade
Makes me want to go take a bath
Slipping ahead while he's falling behind
None of them ever thought he could do that
Don't talk to the man that you're going to find
Don't stop at the light up ahead
Don't stop at the man that you find up ahead
Don't talk to the light in your bed
'Cuz I'm liquidating all my assets
I'm calibrating all my fears
The pain is so excruciating
It's hard to fight the tears
Imagine the woman you'll never perceive
While she steps in the hole of a place you're not at
Telling lies in a room that nobody believes
For a quarter, a dollar, a pound
Think of an apple while you think of the mud
Don't ever believe all tthe things that she says
But follow your instincts to the top of the hill
Remember to stay in the car
Don't listen to the things that the other guy tells
Or you'll travel the road too far
I'm liquidating all my assets
I'm calibrating all my fears
The pain is so excruciating
It's hard to fight the tears
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5. |
OH BOY
02:58
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I am a couch, and I live in a messy house
I sit around all day admiring a chair from far away
I'd tell the chair just this, but I'm afraid our relationship
Might turn around, and then we'd have a hard time being friends
I don't know what to do
The table told me to tell the truth
Coathanger tells me honesty is the best policy
Oh Boy!
I have a friend, the people in the house call him a bed
Toaster laughed at us when we ran down the hall making a fuss
I got stuck in the door, I couldn't even move an inch or more
When the people they came home, they said
WHO MOVED THE COUCH? OH NO! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!
I don't know what to do
Did you fine me or did I find you?
All I want is a little fun and to run
Oh Boy!
I hate it when the little people
jump on me and they break my springs
They give the stove better attention
and they talk to the phone when it rings
I don't know what to do
They don't talk to me, they never do
The other appliances won't shut up
because I look at people's big butts
Oh Boy!
I am a couch, and I want to leave this house
If I were a bird I'd fly somewhere where I could be heard
I'd never have to sing...
sad songs about people breaking my springs
I'd find myself a chair...
or a pouf whose life with I could share
I don't know what to do
I hope these people get a clue
And send me far away from here, maybe over there
Oh Boy!
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6. |
THE MONSTERS SONG
02:39
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When I'm staring through the mirror
I tell you of all that I see
Behind the clouded looking glass
There are monsters staring at me
I am not the only one you see
I am not the only thing that's real
When I'm staring through the mirror
You invite me inside your domain
I know the creature that you have in your head
But I cannot remember his name
I am not the only one that's here
I think you are playing on my fears
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7. |
I LOVE ROBERT DENIRO
02:17
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They told me I would not amount to anything
But then I saw him on giant twelve-inch diagonal screen
He aimed his pistols at the system
And in his silent stare I found content
And now I find it everywhere
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8. |
FUNNY
05:42
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Funny the world in a world all alone
I'm a fool with a curse, I'm alone in a world
I've accomplished nothing
But accomplished more than I thought
Funny the shine of the stars in the sky
There's a bird singing sweetly in back of my mind
There's a funny looking albino living next door
And though I thought to myself
The songs of my childhood
Running around in the wilderness days
The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells
Running around in my head
Funny the face of the girl in the window
Her hair gleaming brightly in the autumn rain
The wind never blows through my house as it did once before
Funny to think 'bout the days that have gone
The breeze of the ocean, the songbirds that sang
The feeling's gone, but the other feeling lingers on
And though I thought to myself
The songs of my childhood
Running around in the wilderness days
The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells
Running around in my head
And since my sixteenth birthday
My virginity has lost its charm
But who's complaining? I'm not complaining
Who's complaining? I'm not complaining at all
Funny the world in a world all alone
I feel like I've lost everything that I own
Funny the funny's aren't funny anymore
Funny the tears as they fall from my eyes
There are two kinds of tears
One from truth, one from lies
There's a broken soldier who's going home
And though I thought to myself
The songs of my childhood
Running around in the wilderness days
The grass and the trees and the sound of the church bells
Running around in my head
Funny the world in a world all alone
I feel like I've lost everything that I own
Funny these sounds as they're running around in my head
Running around in my head
Running around in my head, around in my head
Look at my head
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9. |
UGLY BUTT
03:26
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When I look into your eyes
I do not despise
The feelings that I find
When I look at your behind
Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt
Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut
And when that rump is hanging loose
It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!"
You got a perfect nose
But don't take off your clothes
'Cuz if I saw you nude
I just might lose my food
Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt
Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut
And when that rump is hanging loose
It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!"
Rump, tush, butt, rear
That's the thing I really fear
Late at night I wake up screaming
Thinking of your white ass beaming
Oh baby, you sure got an ugly butt
Oh lady, it makes me nauseous in my gut
And when that rump is hanging loose
It makes me want to say, "Hey! Can that caboose!"
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10. |
SONG #1
05:28
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A red line growing
Just a slip around the jaw
Barely missed the bone
As the sting increases he develops a thought
Ruminations of anguish and he doesn't know what
Could ever be worse than a papercut on his eyelid
Follow my instinct
Listen to reason
Look at my helmet
(tell me what you think about it)
Follow the watchdog
Into the graveyard
Look at my helmet
Help me
Between the envy on the one hand
And the pain in his arm
It's a shame they never got the joke
Ha...ha...ha
And his thoughts of unfulfilled demands
Thoughts of a nation's thoughtless plans
When he sleeps, when he sleeps
When he goes to bed
He escapes, he escapes
And he wishes he was dead
And these darkened dreams I've dream a lot
The window's open but the door is locked
The problem is simple, it's easy to see
I have to wake up from reality
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11. |
GUILTY
02:46
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12. |
THE PROBLEM
05:06
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"The problem," she said, "is useful," and said,
"It's far more to pilfer than try and use your head."
A plant in her hand
A smile on her face
Oh look out, you're doing fine
And open up the door
The same old good guys
You've known all your life
But now you'd rather eat pie
Than try and use your head
In Hamlet's soliloquy
The poets go to bed
It's safer to criticize
Than try and use your head
The rain falls from the sky
The mud seeps through my skin
I dream of my neighbors
And I try to use my head
The problem is clear
It's ringing in your ear
Just hold on and sit back
And try to use your head
In a vat full of soup
You hang on to my scoop
It's better just to disregard
Than stand within a group
But still you apologize
The voices in my head
And still I acknowledge-ize
You try to use your head
The rain falls from the sky
The mud seeps through my skin
I dream of my neighbors
And I try to use my head
The poets and preachers
Have teeth that are rotting
Their brains are of jelly
To eat their swill of cotton
But cynics will argue
And tell them they are wrong
But try not to worry
And try and use your head
And now you should realize
The problem in your mind
The plants are all dying
You watered them last week
The rain falls from the sky
The mud seeps through my skin
I dream of my neighbors
And I try to use my head
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13. |
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Got a card, gotta travel
No cash, gotta cook
No luck making the east-west connection
I'm looking over
Roll over, kitten's on the gravel
Of the driveway of the affluent neighbor's yard
Gangway, kittens unravel the yarn
Oh well I put on my pack and hit the road
And I had no fears about carryin' a heavy load
And the railway workers on strike on down the line
She's right on time and she's mine
Don't go to London it's under construction
Some minor repairs and some major repairs
On the old topless buildings piled up with concrete
The sound of the hammer echoes
In my head and in my sleep
When I was younger
London was London
Sing a song about a bridge that's underdone
And overdone
Don't look at the top of the houses
All the stones from the chimneys are crumbling 'round my head
Stand back away from the scaffolding
Surrounding the building
My hardhat's made of STYROFOAM
My car don't got no TELEPHONE
Hauling broken glass I cut my thumb
Still very young and dumb
Don't go to London it's under construction
Some minor repairs and some major repairs
On the old topless buildings piled up with concrete
The sound of the hammer echoes
In my head and in my sleep
London is flooded and the buildings are all burning down
Apparently from the fire
Rebuilding the buildings to restore this historical town
And continue to attract the tourists
Covered with pigeons in Trafalgar Square
Let me tell you there're an awful lot of pigeons there
And they say there's a raven on the tower of London
When I was in London everything was undone
I couldn't find my way across the street
But that's okay because I didn't have no one to meet
Don't go to London it's undone
Steve saw Fred Frith in London
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14. |
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I stand in line
Pushing for a higher position
What about today?
Let's go out and look at the garden
Whoopsie-daisy
Can't see my shoes
Try it for a second longer
But even if I win you lose
I close the door and I see a
Warm breeze and it lights the atmosphere
Looking at the ozone layer
How tall are you? What are you doing here?
Still haven't learned to tap dance
Some kind of mediocrity
Little kid with an opportunity
Little kid with a gun
I got big teeth
Just look at my nose
Look at my hair
Sit and watch it grow
Socialized medicine
What a dirty, evil thing
Monogrammed luggage leads to
An overdose of nicotine
I close the door and I see a
Warm breeze and it lights the atmosphere
Looking at the ozone layer
How tall are you? What are you doing here?
Still haven't learned to tap dance
Some kind of mediocrity
Little kid with an opportunity
Little kid with a gun
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15. |
EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK
04:43
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Until the sun rises
Before you even speak
Since men took off their guises
Every night this week
When choices have been issued
With indecision at its peak
Three minutes 'til he's tissued
Every night this week
Every night this week
With great and big endeavors
To find the bridge you seek
You'll live alone together
Every night this week
So now or never seniors
Onions, chives and leeks
Until we reach that great September
Every night this week
Every night this week
Every night this week
I'm gonna love you 'til the day I stop
I'm thinking of you and I wanna be with you a lot
I said every night...
Every night this week.
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16. |
BOXES
03:46
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Boxes and boxes of candles and tape
Figuring out why he's looking at that
A gentleman's prayer for a dying crusade
Makes me want to go take a bath
Slipping ahead while he's falling behind
None of them ever thought he could do that
Don't talk to the man that you're going to find
Don't stop at the light up ahead
Don't stop at the man that you find up ahead
Don't talk to the light in your bed
I'm liquidating all my assets
I'm calibrating all my fears
The pain is so excruciating
It's hard to fight the tears
Imagine the woman you'll never perceive
While she steps in the hole of a place you're not at
Telling lies in a room that nobody believes
For a quarter, a dollar, a pound
Think of an apple while you think of the mud
Don't ever believe all tthe things that she says
But follow your instincts to the top of the hill
Remember to stay in the car
Don't listen to the things that the other guy tells
Or you'll travel the road too far
I'm liquidating all my assets
I'm calibrating all my fears
The pain is so excruciating
It's hard to fight the tears
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17. |
SPECIAL CITY
03:31
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There's a city where I'd like to be
Where they serve minors alcohol
It will be a fun place to be
'Cuz I'll get drunk 'til the bars close
I need my dose of alcohol
But I left my I.D. at home
They won't serve me here
So I go to the Special City
Where they'll serve me beer
There's a city where I'd like to be
Where everyone looks the same
Everyone but me
Everyone surrounds me bowing at my feet
They think I'm a God but I'm really not well
It's fun to be treated like an idol
For absolutely nothing at all
Everything is so nice and beautiful
Just like the TV set from the Waltons
It's a Special City of my own creation
Lodged in the corners of my mind
It's my home. Home sweet home.
There's a city where I'd like to be
When I need a touch of fantasy
There's a knocking (knock-knock-knock)
That's coming from my ear
It's my brother poking me
There are too many people in the world today
For me to live on minimum wage
How can I enjoy my life while I am working cashier
At the Wendy's 'round the corner
I have to fry up burgers and I spill shake on my shoes
Oh what am I going to do when a little old lady
Comes walking in asking, "Where's the beef?"
I tell her I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
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18. |
PATIENTS
03:23
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Sitting in a bed
Working on an epitaph
Feeling like a soldier
In a world full of aftermath
Heading for destruction
The hell in this infirmary
Taking my consent and turning
Me into a memory
The doctor walks in the room
With his stethoscope
He's got a smile on his face and says,
"I've got some good news son, I'v got some bad news son..."
"You get a holiday, but you're almost dead."
Sitting in a cold bed heavily sedated
Temperature rising to a hundred and eight
And I can't stand placing my life in the hands
Of someone who has never been worshipped by a band of
Brainwashed suckers watching television evangelists
Sitting in the office of a dentistry
The age old question, the curiosity
About why they always leave the room
When they x-ray your teeth
And dress you in a lead suit
Radioactivity
Oh what am I doing here
Why can I not flee
Psychopaths in the ward
I'm here to burn and bleed
My wife had a seizure and I was very ill
Medicare and Blue Cross
Cannot cover the bill
But I can't decide if I will live or die
And I often wonder why I even try
They're gonna cut me open and look inside
And take my organs for a ride
Well I wish I never put that pink dot
On my driver's license
Counting backwards from a hundred
To the beat of my heart
Concentrating all my efforts into staying alert
But my eyes are going heavy
I'm falling asleep
The world's going black and I'm starting to dream
About rusty scalpels and doctors who say, "oops!"
Surgery is over now
I'm lying in a bed
Relatives bend over me
Praying I'm not dead
Well there's a big red scar from my belly to my neck
My lungs were exposed to a bunch of strangers
Oh what am I doing here
Why can I not flee
I'm looking in the mirror
Someone's staring back at me
My medical insurance costs me more than what I make
I give and then I give and then they take, take, take!
But they just can't decide if I will live or die
And I often wonder why they even try
They're gonna cut me open and look inside
They're gonna take my organs for a ride
Well I wish I never put that pink dot
On my driver's license
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19. |
THE VELMA PAPERS
02:39
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Last week when I said I was out
You told yourself you shoulda known better
Your Irish fisherman's sweater lost its clout
But this week since you left for the coast
I've taken back my letters and my numbers
Your Asian Indian summers in the post
And the mailman retired and you've eaten your Phil
And the milkman was fired and you're still on the pill
But then Talia Shire and Agnes Demille say
Someone's got to do the thing for Jill
Out west where the winters are warm
Your mother and your daughter go shopping
It's Hollywood bed-hopping true to form
Scrap books holding marbles and string
Enlisted for the use of another
Parisian Don Juan lover, American king
And you're counting your sheep and your hand's in the till
And El Gato's asleep on the windowsill still
But then Meryl Streep and Sarah Purcell say
Someone's got to do the thing for Jill
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20. |
MARGOT
05:54
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There she is, wearing that herbal gown
Wearing my heart around her neck
The clock strikes twelve, the piano strikes a dissonant chord
And her smile strikes a distant chord
She's at it again
She's takin' me 'round the block
She's more than a friend
She's the pick of the crop
Here she comes, makin' all the guys hot
It kinda scares me to think that it's me she's got
She gave me her soul, it was really the most
She gave me her heart, it was bloody and gross
I'm pinching my arm
This must be a crazy dream
She's loaded with charm
Someone tell me her name
Margot
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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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