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Put your hand on the computer
Doesn't that feel better now?
Put your hand on the computer
The computer knows
Put your fingers on the keyboard
Brush your hand across your false goatee
Put your fingers on the keyboard
Whee
This is the podcast you're listening to
This is the one you chose
This is the podcast you're listening to
This is the one you chose
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2. |
I'm Your Boyfriend Now
02:40
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Early one day
I got up the strength
To call you on the phone
You answered and said
"Please leave a mess-"
And I dropped the receiver then
I'll do as you ask if I can figure out where you live
And though the world may think you strange
I find you great
Just for your information
If you should hear this
I am letting you know that
I'm your boyfriend now
I read your book
But then it took
A year to find your house
I was nervous at first
And then it got worse
When there was no turning 'round
If you don't know by now just look I'm
Right outside
You've got to admit that
I'm your boyfriend now
Your boyfriend now
Is fond of long walks on the beach at night
Your boyfriend likes
Italian food and wine
Your boyfriend wants
To meet someone who shares his interests
In listening
To voices in my head
You don't have to say it
I can see it in your eyes
I can read it in your heart
I can hear it in your silence
Just for your information if you should
Get this letter
Here's a reminder
I'm your boyfriend now
I don't need you to tell me the things
I know are true but
Can't you admit that
I'm your boyfriend now?
Why don't you act like
I'm your boyfriend now?
Don't deny it
I'm your boyfriend now
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3. |
Why Did You Grow A Beard
01:08
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Why did you grow a beard?
Why did you grow a beard?
I can't leave you alone for five minutes
What the Christ?
What the devil?
Why did you grow a beard?
Why did you grow a beard?
Is there nowhere in the world for a no-goodnik
Is there nowhere in the
Freedom-loving
Sister-hugging
Screaming, yelling
Animals rule this land
Animals rule this land
Would it kill you to use your signal when you cut me off?
Would it kill you?
Why did you grow a beard?
Why did you grow a beard?
Why did you put it on the garbage barge and tow it out into the
Freedom-loving
Sister-hugging
Screaming, yelling...
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4. |
We Live In A Dump
01:40
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Hangin' out
While the monkeys type away
Waiting in my room all day
Why be realistic?
Don't wake me from my dream
I was individualistic
They kicked me off the team
We live in a dump
Admit it's a dump
Our friends are all nuts
And half of 'em drunks
And if they're not nuts
Then they're retired nuts
And that might be the hardest nut
Makin' plans
The kind that go awry
Got a full life-time supply
Why be realistic?
Don't wake me from my dream
I was individualistic
They kicked me off the team
We're living with bats
What's good about that?
I hear they lay eggs
And when the eggs hatch
You gotta believe then
There's related madness
From the lead that's in the sealing wax
We live in a dump
Admit, it's a dump
Our friends are all nuts
And half of 'em drunks
And if they're not nuts
Then they're retired nuts
And that might be the hardest nut
We live in a dump
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5. |
Brain Problem Situation
02:55
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Wake up
Put on my makeup
And pick the rake up
And rake my hair
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
On my hands, I'm looking down, and I can't see what I've got
On my hands there's a Brain Problem Situation
Twenty nine inches of snow on the top of the Situation on the Brain
And the scraper I buried somewhere in the springtime will emerge
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation in the bag
In the bag, in the paper bag, is the source of the call
It was traced to the paper bag
Yes the call has been traced to the bag
Stand up
And put our hand up
And with our eyes closed
We touch our nose
And the cop tells us, but we don't know
But we're starting to feel like we got a
Brain Problem Situation on our hands
We think, officer, but we don't know
But we're starting to feel like we got a
Brain Problem Situation on our hands
On our hands
Ooo ooo
On our hands
In the drunk tank
We're in the drunk tank
We're in the drunk tank
All by ourselves
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
And I think, maybe, but I don't know
But I'm starting to feel like I got a
Brain Problem Situation on my hands
On my hands
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6. |
Sketchy Galore
02:21
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And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
Waitin' on Sketchy
Standin' for Sketchy
Payin' for Sketchy, Mr. Sketchy Galore
Take it from Sketchy
Two cheers for Sketchy
Stolen by Sketchy, Mr. Sketchy Galore
Sketchy Galore stands in the hall outside my door
Sketchy Galore is scratching his head with a flashlight
And looks around the hall like he lost a dollar bill
Or he found a dollar bill before
E is for Sketchy
E is for Sketchy
K is for Sketchy, Mr. Sketchy Galore
Listen for Sketchy
Get lifted with Sketchy
And no one likes Sketchy, Mr. Sketchy Galore
Sketchy Galore lives on the floor below my floor
Sketchy Galore walks 'round at night with no lights on
If he ever had a job, it must have been a job
For a guy like Sketchy Galore
And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
And he looks down, down, down, down
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7. |
Microphone
02:04
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I keep talking to the microphone
The microphone, the microphone
But it's like talking to a wall of brick
It makes me sick, it makes me sick
And tired of trying to tell the microphone
It doesn't seem to know
That it's owned
It doesn't know it's owned
It doesn't know
A voice is speaking from beyond the grave
From in a cave, beyond the grave
The turning wheels of a cassette machine
Will reenact the buried fact
The dog who hears it cannot understand
His master's turned to sand
And he's free
He doesn't see he's free
He doesn't see
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8. |
Vestibule
01:58
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Vestibule
Locked inside
It was an accident
Now I'm locked within
Senator Arlen Specter
Is waiting outside in the car
I am the germ collector
I'm getting paid for every jar
Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo doo
Doo
Yell in vents
The intelligence
That my skeleton's between doors
In the vestibule
All my best to you and yours
Locked, locked, yes
I checked again, still locked
Locked everywhere
Knocked, yes, I knocked
I knocked, but
Arlen can't hear from out there
Yell in vents
The intelligence
That my skeleton's between doors
In the vestibule
All my best to you and yours
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9. |
Greasy Kid Stuff
01:40
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I've got the hairdo of a child
It's so unruly
It doesn't suit me
My hair is really growing wild
It needs some schoolin'
It needs some groomin'
Oh! Radio!
Can't you hear? Hear my plea?
We need greasy kid stuff
Greasy kid stuff yeah!
(Greasy kid stuff)
(Greasy kid stuff)
Oh yeah!
(Greasy kid stuff)
(Greasy kid stuff)
My radio was out of style
Like some old movie
It wasn't groovy
I tried to fake it for a while
Songs by committee
It was a pity
Oh! Radio!
Can't you hear? Hear my plea?
We need greasy kid stuff
Greasy kid stuff yeah!
(Greasy kid stuff)
(Greasy kid stuff)
Oh yeah!
(Greasy kid stuff)
(Greasy kid stuff)
Oh yeah!
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10. |
Metal Detector [Live]
03:42
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Down at the shore there's a place where there's no one vacationing
There's just the sound of the call of the wild overcoming the fear of the unknown
And I've got something to help you understand
Something waiting there beneath the sand
My metal detector
Is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine
Look past the squawking gull
Look past the volleyball
Ignore the mountain of discarded folderol
'Cause I've got something to help you understand
Something waiting there beneath the land
My metal detector
Is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine
Metal detector, watch it shine
Every seashell has a story to tell if you're listening
And underneath every shell there's a story as well if you've heard enough of the sea
Then everything on the top will just suddenly stop seeming interesting
So listen now to the sound of the things that are found underground
Don't need no volleyball
Don't need no squawking gull
Don't need to look at any bathing beauty doll
Cause I've got something to help you understand
Something waiting there beneath the sand
My metal detector
Is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine
Look past the squawking gull
Look past the volleyball
Ignore the mountain of discarded folderol
'Cause I've got something to help you understand
Something waiting there beneath the sand
My metal detector
Is with me all of the time
I'm the inspector over the mine
Metal detector, watch it shine
Don't need no volleyball
Don't need no squawking gull
Metal detector, all the time.
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11. |
Employee Of The Month
01:24
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Got a job at the crumb factory
It's my very first job
I'm working at the crumb factory
It's my number one job
I'm employee of the month
Number one crumb-making son of a gun
I just need one sandwich and I'm set all day for making crumbs
Got a job at the crumb factory
It's my very first job
I'm working at the crumb factory
It's my number one job
I'm employee of the month
Number one crumb-making son of a gun
I just need one sandwich and I'm set all day for making crumbs
Making crumbs, making crumbs
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12. |
Homunculus
02:15
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Homunculus is by your side
Ungrateful now and he's losing your trust
Your old star map, a disco nap,
And when you change you can't always change back
Your headliner blues got 'em crying
It stuck in your head and now you're crying
The tiny fake tears that you cry
Your slender grasp
Möbius strip
The shiny things that you wanted to clip
You took a sip and lost your place
Three many windows shining back in your face
Your headliner blues got 'em crying
It stuck in your head and now you're crying
The tiny fake tears that you cry
Homunculus is by your side
Ungrateful now and he's losing your trust
Your old star map, a disco nap,
And when you change you can't always change back
And when you change you can't always change back
And when you change you can't always change back
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13. |
No Plan B
01:40
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The plan was the beach
There was no Plan B
And now we are on our own again
The plan was the beach
There was no Plan B
And now we are all alone
The plan was the beach
There was no Plan B
And now we are on our own again
The plan was the beach
There was no plan B
And now we are all alone
The plan was the beach
There was no Plan B!
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14. |
Morgan In The Morning
01:06
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1...2...
Morgan In The Morning
Taking it to the bridge
Morgan In The Morning
With They Might Be Giants
In the studio
There in the studio
They're in the studio
With Morgan In The Morning
Playing lots of records
Morgan In The Morning
With They Might Be Giants
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15. |
Kendra McCormick
00:51
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Kendra McCormick
No longer lives in this dorm
Kendra McCormick
Now she's all out on her own
Now she is free
Kendra is free!
Kendra McCormick
No longer lives in this dorm
Kendra McCormick
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He had a name
He had an unlikely name
Yeah, the Deranged Millionaire
The Deranged Millionaire
He lived in a secret location
Burning money all day
And people from miles around were miles away
He had a name
He had an unlikely name
Yes, the Deranged Millionaire
The Deranged Millionaire
Gold is diamond-encrusted
And diamonds are covered in gold
He lost a lot of money betting on the genome of bats
With echolocation, you've always gotta go with the bats
He had a name
He had an unlikely name
He had a name
He had an unlikely name
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My other phone is a boom car
My other mic is a boom mic
Why must I answer to a public that doesn't appreciate me yet?
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18. |
I Hear A New World
02:09
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How can I tell them (how can I tell them)
What's in store for me? (what's in store for me?)
How can I tell them (how can I tell them)
What's in store for me? (what's in store for me?)
I hear a new world (I hear a new world)
Calling me (calling me)
I hear a new world (I hear a new world)
Calling me (calling me)
How can I tell them (how can I tell them)
What's in store for me? (what's in store for me?)
I hear a new world (I hear a new world)
Calling me (calling me)
I hear a new world (I hear a new world)
Calling me (calling me)
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She was a hotel detective in the future (future, future, future)
She had a hundred mechanical fingers (fingers, fingers, fingers)
She held an electrical eyeball
She shot the beam of a laser
Into my heart, into my heart
My heart disintegrated in the phantom space beyond the Milky Way
It shone throughout the void, unwrapped its cardioid, and then it was destroyed
It was destroyed, it was destroyed
She has the replicant motives of a cyborg (cyborg, cyborg, cyborg)
She amputated my resistance with her mind warp (mind warp, mind warp, mind warp)
She walks with the beard of a rainbow
I weep, alone in my wormhole
Forever more, forever more
Mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee
Mee mee mee mee mee mee mee mee
She walks with the beard of a rainbow
I weep, alone in my wormhole
Forever more, forever more
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20. |
Haunted Floating Eye
01:24
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I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
I was born in a crypt a hundred years ago
A spider was my mom
Workin' as a shill in a traveling show
'Til I killed someone
I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
I can't hang out with the haunted eye
Though I don't know why
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21. |
Scott Bower
01:23
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Scott Bower, Scott Bower
My lifestyle determines my deathstyle
Scott Bower, Scott Bower
My lifeboat determines my deathboat
(Scott) All hands on deck
(Scott) It's my turn to deal
(Scott) There's no way to reach
(Scott) The real Scott Bower
Scott Bower, Scott Bower
My songraft determines my drumcraft
Scott Bower, Scott Bower
My lightsaber determines my Death Star
(Scott) Don't force my hand
(Scott) Don't make me steal
(Scott) There's no way to reach
(Scott) The real Scott Bower
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22. |
The Mexican Drill
01:10
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We're surrounded by bones
In a catacomb
Projector by my side
We are all alive
Don't try to find us!
We're the Mexican Drill
"I'm against the war!" says Peter Fonda
Eighteen feet or more
Eighteen feet or more
We're not stealing somebody's bones
We're not building skull thrones
Projector by my side
We are all alive
Don't try to find us!
We're the Mexican Drill
"I'm against the war!" says Peter Fonda
Eighteen feet or more
Eighteen feet or more
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Twirl, twirl, twirl, spin
Extend your limbs, spin
Spin, ever faster
Cast your pod to the wind
Round, round, round
Feel the breeze, it's
Free, free, relax
Your grip and
Cast your pod to the wind
Disregard the expense and
Disengage from the sense
And liberate your pod and let it go
Fly, fly, fly, let
The pod become a speck
In the sky and
Cast your pod to the wind
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