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Now is the time when the judgment comes, when the critics decide where to point the thumbs.
Here's the monetary giant, "Fee fi fo fum, let's keep the people all deaf and dumb."
The Bororo say, "To keep it got to give it away." While the seven dwarves shoot it out in east LA
Over some street corner turf down in the barrio that's owned by desperados del conglomerado.
Hey, preacher, are you ready for the gift of sight? Hey, fighter, wanna pay to see the audience fight?
Hey, bomber, wanna see a flash light up the night? So you can say, "Whoever's left must have been right"
Well here's your bottle of wine. Here's your old toy drum, here's your broken guitar.
Who's gonna be the one to reveal the tiny piece that's really true,
The piece the rest of us will be hanging on to?
Who's gonna do what they say? Spit it out. What they tell you to say? Spit it out.
Got a little slice of heaven, a heaping serving of hell.
In the mirror in the spirit hotel
The animals start talking as you open the door. They're telling you why they had to be so quiet before.
Why silence is golden. Why less is more. Why, here's the media pimp looking for a whore.
Who can push? Who can shove? Do you wanna be below or above?
Can you make love, fighter, without taking off your gloves?
Forget the joy and the pain. Think about your image, your pride.
Any time you're working it you're working with the flip side.
Drink to get clever. Smoke to get smart. Shovel some dirt in your veins to cover your broken heart,
So you can fall down good. Make your mistakes just right.
Watch your shadow getting bigger as you're leaving the light.
Yeah, the power can be yours if you do it our way.
We'll take you from Christ to anti-Christ and back in a day.
Who's gonna do what we say? Spit it out. What we tell you to say? Spit it out
You got limited time. Got a story to tell.
To the mirror in the spirit hotel
So who's gonna be hard? Who's gonna be tough,
Now that the choreographed stuff's rubbing up against the raw stuff?
Are you collecting cans or Gauguin's? Lady Mac, understand you got some blood on your hands.
Well, this is your last deposit, last trip to the bank.
So is it the speed of your motor? Is it the size of your tank?
Is it the car you're in, or the road you're on? Who's gonna validate your parking when the palace is gone?
This is the big siesta. The end of the era of the flea on the belly of rin tin tierra.
The race she completo. Libido finito. Slap another mosquito on the butt of mamacita.
Who's ready to lose the shirt and the shoes? Who's gonna be the last fool chained to the ooze?
Who's gonna do what they say? Spit it out. What they tell you to say? Spit it out.
Time to learn how to fly 'cause you already fell
Into the mirror in the spirit hotel
Who's gonna shed their skin? Drop their disguise? Look for themself in somebody's eyes?
Who's gonna walk? Crawl? Get stuck in' the sand? Take the time to take hold of somebody's hand?
Help somebody be strong so they can help you be strong? Grab hold of the present before the future is gone?
Take a bath in the pond, have a laugh in the rain? Maybe the joy is just a dance with the pain.
Who's gonna do what they say?
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2. |
Pterodactyl
04:09
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Lately my lover's staying out all night
I believe she has another man
Lying here awake. Something is not right
I've had about all I can stand
In the heat of the evening, lying cold in my bed
Trying hard to close my eyes
I hear a sound strange enough to wake the dead
A sound that turns my blood to ice
It is the high wailing scream
of some gigantic thing
It comes from just above my place
It sounds like the song the jaws
of hell would sing
Sweat dripping down my face
They say
there's
bigfoot
sasquatches
chasing jackalopes
Devils & angels
racing UFOs
Yetis and nessies riding unicorns
True blue women & leprechauns
I don't know, I don't know
I got no proof. All I know
There's a pterodactyl on my roof
My lover said she's been communing with the dead
I said "This must be happening in my dreams"
She said "Don't worry, baby, I didn't buy half of what he said
Things ain't sometimes what they seem"
You think you got it figured out. What you see is what you get
Til something strange comes about. You find a few loose ends ain't tied up yet
She says I'm wrong, I know I'm right. It happens almost every night
She says "Baby, you better stick to the facts. Find me some feathers. Show me some tracks
When your rafters start to bend and crack you find out what the facts can lack
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3. |
Do You Know the Answer?
03:38
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Mama, can a giant touch the sky?
Can kings get out of their chairs?
What does a queen's butt
look like, mama?
Is it Robin Hood or Robin could?
Mama, do you know the answer?
Mama, what does a road hog eat?
Does blood run through your shoes?
Why are your ears wrinkled, mama?
Is a lion in the circus still
king of the jungle?
Mama, do elves wear underwear?
Is Mary Poppins God's wife?
Who made God, mama?
How come Jesus died
and came back to life?
Mama, can a tank beat up a redwood?
If you catch your cat will it
break your fishing pole?
Does gas come out of the
pump slower than I grow?
If lightning strikes your cat,
will it scream real loud,
mama?
do you know the answer?
Mama, can a giant touch the sky?
Can kings get out of their chairs?
What does a queen's butt
look like, mama?
Is it Robin Hood or Robin could?
Mama, do you know the answer?
Mama, what does a road hog eat?
Does blood run through your shoes?
Why are your ears wrinkled, mama?
Is a lion in the circus still
king of the jungle?
Mama, do elves wear underwear?
Is Mary Poppins God's wife?
Who made God, mama?
How come Jesus died
and came back to life?
Mama, can a tank beat up a redwood?
If you catch your cat will it
break your fishing pole?
Does gas come out of the
pump slower than I grow?
If lightning strikes your cat,
will it scream real loud,
mama?
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4. |
Bug Dance
05:21
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You put me on hold to call him
He put you on hold to call her
She put him on hold to call me
I put her on hold to call
nobody but you
All dressed up, finest plumes, rats in a maze,
swinging legumes Forbidden fruit, banana smile,
bury the bone on the monkey isle Take the cue,
climb the tree, big red bottom speaking to me
Fight the war in my pants
Bug dance, bug dance
Suit of flesh and bone
Don't leave me all alone
Party worm, looking fine, wiggle away behind enemy lines
Can't find go, stuck in jail, trouble on double helix trail
Bucket of primordial ooze, better spin it again, win or lose
Might find God, take a chance
Bug dance, bug dance
I can see you've got the minus
I can feel it making me rush
Desperately I'm checking my pockets
Is it me that's got the rockets?
Who's got that plus?
Squeaky wheel looking for grease
down the aisle for a little release
Big horned sheep, insect eyes
attention all shoppers, a thousand lies
Raise a leg, wag a tail
blow hole open you sensitive whales
Strike a pose, take a chance
Bug dance, bug dance
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5. |
Testy Situations
03:44
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I followed my penis today. It took me into some testy situations
I found myself speaking casually in the street with someone
I intensely dislike. The reason for this sick farce being
that our penises had dragged us there to observe these
other people without penises who happened to be
cruising past in their automobile
I found myself in a nuclear war waged by a lot of
other fellows who also happened to be following
their penises at the time. Somehow we were able
to construct and utilize weapons of incredible
devastation. I guess what they say is true
"Two heads are better than one"
I've come to the conclusion that a penis is never
politically correct. Maybe it was even designed and
attached by some malevolent deity
who sits giggling and watching from
afar as many of us scurry about
like tumid ants. Lately this has become
quite disturbing to me. And yet
So if ya happen to be equipped with a penis
And that penis frequently acts as your guide
I have only one suggestion for ya today
Make sure that penis is very highly trained
Then you can follow your penis today
Where ever that penis may lead you
To untold heights you both may climb
They might even erect twin trade towers in your names
Look mom, it's a penis parade.
It's coming right up main street in the good old USA
Come on mom, let's follow them. Aw, mom, what's the matter?
Aaaaaawwww, mom, you always spoil the fun
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6. |
Whatiamand Dance
04:19
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I'm on my knees to the queen of TV. I'm on my knees to the king of beers
Star light, star bright, I know it's time to stand up and fight
and I'm ready to do it with all my might
but I can't figure out what to smite
Won't you help me tell which is right
Shake a stick at the darkness or look for the light
'cause the picture's on
the color's gone so I spend every night with the black and white
Hit me! Everybody's doing it, must be right
My feet are moving, my hands are swinging
My clock is tick tick tick
My pockets are the wrong size, or is it my pants
I'm a woman's. I'm a man's. I'm a pose. I'm a stance
I'm in a trance 'til I can look at whatiamand dance
The whole world waits while I decide
should I take the cash or let that credit ride?
Should I do it now or wait 'til later
when I'm Muzak looking for an elevator?
I know I wanna expose the lies
but I talk the stuff that launched a thousand flies
I can't say no. Can't say yes
Gonna lose my heart to the IRS
And if my heart should fall apart
I'm gonna hang it on the wall and call it art
Hit me! Gotta burn to learn. Better cut the cards
People say "Hey! Whatchu selling anyway?"
Yeah, I heard, but I don't say a word
Somebody's got to make a space
for all these words that people say to drop into
But their words come at me at the speed of sound
which is more than one hundred miles an hour
I mean "What would you do?
What would you say?"
They say, "Ya hasta be a masta
in the art of forgetting down here"
I say, "Get on the road, get on the beam
Get out of the warehouse of broken dreams"
Can you help me look into that place?
Can you help me look into that dark, dark place?
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I was crawling through the desert on the edge of night
It was looking like I breathed my last
A million miles from nowhere. My hope was fading fast
When all of a sudden I see a sign. Flashing like a long lost friend
"Welcome to The Last Chance Diner"
My trouble was at an end
So I crawl up to the counter. I got to place my order
I crawl up to the counter and I cry "Water. Water!"
Somebody says
"You can't come in here looking like that
you'll make the customers nervous
You can't come in here looking like that
no shoes, no shirt, no service
No shoes, no shirt, no sir"
So I die and go to heaven, it's just like standing in line
I say, "What's everybody here waiting for?"
They say, "Your guess is good as mine"
Then an angel with a pencil and paper flies by says
"Baby, what's your name? What did you do?"
I say, "I used to be a singer in a rock and roll band"
She says, "Baby, have we got the thing for you"
And I feel myself falling, everything's getting hotter
I feel myself falling, and I cry, "Water. Water!" Somebody says
And way out in the distance I can just make out Gabriel unpacking his ax
He takes it out and he plays something that goes a little like this
So if you want to be happy you better dress the part
and if you want to be rich you better hide your heart.
Just lift up the rug and sweep the dirt
and don't you ever get caught without your shoes and shirt
You better watch your P's and Q's
You better wear your shirt and shoes
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8. |
Dionysian
06:27
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I wake up from my sleep and I rise from the floor
It's time for the channels to change. My thumb is
on the button. Hope is in my heart. For the heart of
darkness I aim. I get the vague feeling that something is wrong
'cause I still can feel the pain. I try another channel but it's not even
close. So I run to the kitchen for a bottle of wine. It's a question
of focus. It's a race against time. And I try some more channels as
I search through the drawers. I cannot find what I am looking for
So I stamp back into the living room, and then I sit back down
'cause I' m a Dionysian in search of a corkscrew
I used to dance to the drum and the flute,
just to celebrate the seasons of change. Climb
trees fat with sap from the root.
Now just going outside is way out of my range.
I used to live in the greatest nation on earth.
They call it the imagination. One day conquistadors broke in my place.
They burned all my books. They laughed in my face.
Started drilling for oil by my living room rug.
Said I'd really really dig the coal mine they dug.
They confiscated my closet space, emergency storage for nuclear waste.
They built a handy franchise of mini malls. They beat freeway close.
They're right in the hall. And I'd like to get in my bedroom for a few hours
sleep, but the congressman and sweet sixteen won't leave.
So I guess I'll sit back down
Quantum physics says you change what you see.
I'd like to say that's what I believe.
But all these programs on my TV, they're looking just about the same to me.
Saying "Break out the party hats, blow up the balloons.
The whole world is a happy cartoon."
Saying "Nothing in the kingdom is constructed to last,
and history is a thing of the past." Saying "One day you're thin.
The next day you're fat." The talk show host told me about that.
She said "You look like you're lost and addicted to chat."
I said, "I'm searching for a myth to get me up off the mat.
"She said, "You twitch in the kitchen. You bitch and you whine"
I said, "I'm waiting for a sign from the fruit of the vine.
"She said "You know it's getting very, very late in the night,
and your corkscrew is lost and you're too tired to fight.
"I said "I can still twist the cap off this alcohol
Thank God there's a mini mall right in the hall"
Euoi Euoi Euoi Euoi
Euoi, I will dance to the drum and the flute
Euoi, and climb trees fat with sap from the root
Euoi, I'm gonna celebrate this season of juice and blood
Euoi, and pull myself out of the mud
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9. |
'55 Chevrolet
05:00
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They say it's gonna rain tomorrow
better figure out what we're gonna need
When big mama's tears of sorrow
cause the rising of the sea
'cause there's too many ants for the anthill
too many bees for the hive
and when the queens lose the power
only the strong can survive
We'll take just what we need. Won't give in to greed
'til they carry us away and if we don't succeed
'cause we ain't up to speed. Let 'em bury you and me
In a '55 Chevrolet
The little dogs try to right the balances
while the big dogs write the checks
No problem there's peace out in cyberbia
"Revenge of the Spokesmodels" is coming on next
Gonna take a tidal wave in the land of the brave
to clean these decks
In the meantime I'll have the anxiety sandwich
between slices of birth and death
You can hold the sex, hold it anywhere you want to, but
Revolution gave birth to this great nation
now it sells us shoes and cars
Old bald eagle better fly pretty high
or she ain't gonna fly too far
PR tells me where I stand
My clothes tell me who I are
But in the end we're all gonna stand naked
and you can tell the lovers by their scars
I see me and my lover
Riding down the highway
into the sunset
with the top down
They say it's gonna rain tomorrow
Better figure out just what we're gonna need
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10. |
Unique
02:51
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We go to unique places
And do unique things
Wear heads with unique faces
And ears with unique rings
We make unique friends
Who are just like we
We stay away from trends
So we can be free
We are unique
We walk tall and proud
We are unique
We're not just one of the crowd
We live in unique houses
And drive unique cars
We walk in unique street clothes
Talk in unique bars
We go to unique doctors
And only unique nurses
Who use unique thermometers
To take our unique temperature
And it's gonna be a unique city
And it's gonna be a unique state
And it's gonna be a unique country
And it's gonna be a unique world
And it's gonna be a unique galaxy
And it's gonna be a unique universe
Except for maybe a few places
But we don't even care
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11. |
My Mind
05:00
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I'm just a fish gone from the ocean since the day I
took a notion that a Friday night in town would be cool.
Didn't have to think twice, lost my gills shooting dice,
go back and be the fool of my school. Life used to be a
garden, now I'm working so hard to keep this loneliness
from taking me out. I said "This ain't a bad place to start
the human race." Just when I was beginning to doubt
I started changing my mind, in the face of fear
My mind, no see no speak no hear
My mind, I walked a million years
Changing my mind
So now everybody's talking about the new way of
walking, didn't look like much to me. I walked
the cave to the clover with my shoulders
slumped over, with my hands hanging down
to my knees. Then here comes Miss Jack
got her head pulled way back so she can't
even see the ground. I say "These fads
last a week then she'll be back like me
when she gets tired of falling down"
I lost the fur off my body, lost the thumb off my foot
but I thought love was just a physical thing
Since I met my lover, the things we have discovered
every time we touch, it's too much
So on this pseudo psycho techno metro Avogadro Numero kind of night
I betcha since I metcha I might be able to getcha
to show me some of your light
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12. |
Song of a Seed
04:50
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Lay me down in fields of grain
Pour your water over me
The tree lives in the seed
I will come to you in time
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Richard Haxton Los Angeles, California
From the middle of Mississippi, served in Viet Nam in Thailand, lives 5,000 feet from the world's oldest freeway. Searches for transcendence - or something - where science meets the spirit. Never quit fighting the war for the groove!
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