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Dan and Bill
01:47
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Dan and Bill were lovers and they broke the law.
Dan went down on Bill and a police man saw.
They were in love and they broke the law!
Cop made a move for Dan, but Bill thought fast.
He threw a pillow at the cop and he and Dan slid right past.
They were in love and they broke the law.
The two men ran through the woods.
Cop was screaming, "Stop you wuss"!
But they ran on and on, they were forever lover rebel outlaws!
They were in love and they broke the law!
They were lover rebel outlaws.
Lover rebel outlaws.
They were in love and they broke the law.
Dan and Bill were lovers and they broke the law.
Dan went down on Bill and a police man saw.
They were in love and they broke the law!
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2. |
Drosophilia
02:13
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Sucmel Ground
03:10
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They caught him out on Sucmel Ground
With a box of pamphlets from the underground
The dead awake perhaps to rise again
He did their work and now he joins them
We're both sick of this thing, so let's get out
Bland John came round and his hands were red
he said a dentist and some priests were dead
Hear the chattering underneath
As the dead regain their souls and teeth
We're both sick of this thing, so let's get out
They caught him out on Sucmel Ground
They chucked his ass into a hole they found
The dead awake perhaps to rise again
They get confused when they remember when
We're both sick of this thing, so let's get out
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4. |
Rock and Roll Star
02:50
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So these are your habits...and these are your rabbits.
You live on the coast - but you look like a ghost.
You got a new haircut, let's say it's a fair cut.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
You're bones and hair - not too much there.
You got no eyeliner left.
You don't got enough air - and no-one will share
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
You got too much time, and not enough to do.
See, you brought XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
You got no eyeliner, you got no sense.
Who you gonna punch out now? No one!
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
And if your dinner gets cold, don't blame your mother.
You used to ride the bulls, you can't ride 'em any more.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, now they cover the floor.
You're rolling down the XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
And now you're so damned thirsty, but you also gotta pee.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
Take your clothes home and wash 'em again.
And if they come out dirty, well, you know what to do.
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Your bed's a coffin, nice and peaceful, almost impossible to get out of.
But you do, you walk in a stupor, cars on the streets seem as dazed as you. The nights of passion are over.
OK, here you go, back to normal, you just let it sink in. You're so used to being drunk on her habits, the pressure on your skin.
Those were nights of things coming through, those were nights of you holding on, those were nights without your head, those were nights of ridiculous passion.
You've had your sleep, you pick up speed, you go for 30 blocks, hardly looking. You just stare, and let things blur, and then you focus on that phone-booth there - ah, nights of passion.
And so you buckle up and you call her, your voice controlled and confident - "Is it OK if I come over?" "I'd really rather that you didn't."
Those were nights without the rest of the world, those were nights without your stupid job. Those were nights in the absence of pain. Those were nights of ridiculous things.
Those were nights of ridiculous passion - it seems she'd miss them, too.
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7. |
One by One (live)
04:18
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(Let's hear it for Baldo Rex...)
The ocean we forgot was humming a death-march,
I stalked that bad beach long after dark.
I kicked at the sand, sick and disgusted,
The friends that I feared, the sharks that I trusted.
The things that I need, I can't figure any more.
I stare at the waves, that rip up the shore
I wait until morning when the lights come on.
I could see all around me, there were things going on
Naked slaves played volleyball with Abraham Lincoln's head
He got punched out of bounds, he bounced off me and said,
"I've seen giant whales stomped on the beach
I've seen tiny birds, bits of whale in their beaks, singing,
One by one, one by one, one by one by one."
Dots bobbed on the ocean
Swaying to the hum
I strained concentrating but my eyes and ears stung
The local sun was cranking dead fish from the sea
And the head of Abe Lincoln was screaming at me:
"I've seen wild insects and mad bug priests
Stomping and a-buzzing, on the back of the beast, singing
One by one, one by one, one by one by one.
One by one, one by one, one by one by one."
I was sick of Abe's face and hearing him rave.
He was giving me a headache; I lobbed him back to the slaves.
I jogged a couple miles until my head cleared.
I found one of those friends that I used to fear.
We sharpened our spears, we waited 'til dark,
We dove into the ocean, and hunted for shark, singing:
One by one, one by one, one by one by one.
One by one, one by one, one by one by one.
One, by one, by one.
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Jane (live)
02:12
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Baby woke me in the night
Clawin' at my chest she said
Let's make our move we can prove
The Earth is dead
Before I could get up
There were holes in the floor
That led to a hole in the door
I followed her
The moon was small
And the Earth was melting at our feet
I was scared
She laughed
'you're such a boy' she said.
We ripped up the park
And blew downtown
When there was no downtown
We ate dinner
Some cooked deer we'd stepped on
Her eyes were all sparkles
The Earth got smaller
I was breathing fast you know
But I was happy
We kissed in a hole
Where a church used to be
Oh… busted up churches
Busted up amusement parks
Busted up people
The Earth shrank and shrank
She wanted to get the moon
She wanted to get the moon
And she laughed again
I was relieved that we couldn't
And I was relieved that we couldn't
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11. |
Panama (live)
03:39
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12. |
I Need a Wife (demo)
03:39
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The wind that brought the rain is sucking the juices from my will
Draining dehydrating isolating the forces that kill
It blows that gale force elsewhere
I feel like I've just given blood
Been on a long hike and haven't eaten
and also had a couple of drinks...
It really sucks, but it's alright
I stand on the tips of my toes
I lick my lips and I moan, "ignore the rain."
I stand there getting sucked expecting rains to juice my blood
So I could build, crush, create, kill, or at least do something useful
The storms and droughts I'm used to, they're both delirious highs
I see Jesus in the window, 30 bald clones at his side
It's not enough, but its alright...
I stand and I twitch and I mourn
I clutch at hips in the storm, Northern (ignore the rain)
Something...something...yeah
I need a wife.
Yeah a wife would do me wonders
I stagger away from the lake in my fisherman's boots and my fireman's hat
Clutching a pint of water, some duct tape, 2 balloons and a file cabinet
Reach Golga's home by noon, she whispers sweet nothings like prayers
"Take off them boots you sure look cute coming up those stairs"
Me falling asleep, and putting on airs:
"Look, I'm almost dead!"
"Carry me to that bed!"
"With these boots, I thee wed!"
"Rouse me out of my stupor, Golga; full steam ahead!"
Something...something...yeah
I need a wife.
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