1. |
Ana Ng
03:23
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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for
My apartment looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
And her voice is a backwards record
It's like a whirlpool, and it never ends
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the DuPont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in back of the edge of hearing
These are the words that the voice was repeating:
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
They don't need me here and I know you're there
Where the world goes by like the humid air
And it sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks like a broken record
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the truth is we don't know anything
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
(An—)
Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked in the glow
Of each other's majestic presence
(Listen An—)
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think I would say
If there was a me for you
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2. |
Cowtown
02:20
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3. |
Lie Still, Little Bottle
02:06
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Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along
"There's no time for metaphors," cried the little pill to me
He said, "Life is a placebo masquerading as a simile."
Well, I knew that pill was lying
Too gregarious, too nice
But as he walked I had to sing this twice
Lie still, little bottle
Don't twist, it ain't twistin' time
With every move you make you just disintegrate my ever-troubled mind
Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand
Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend
One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song
I know I must investigate
I hope that I can sing along
Lie still, little bottle
Lie still
Lie still, little bottle
Lie still
Lie still
Lie still
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4. |
Purple Toupee
02:40
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I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks
Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears
It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax
I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of Cuba
Now that's all I can think of, but I'm sure there's something else
Way down inside me I can feel it coming back
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lamé will turn your brain around
(Purple toupee and gold lamé)
Chinese people were fighting in the park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Martin X was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
Ten years later they were sharing the same cell
I shouted out, "Free the Expo '67"
Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat
Now I'm very big, I'm a big important man
And the only thing that's different is underneath my hat
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(Purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lamé will turn your brain around
(Purple toupee and gold lamé)
Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away
The purple brigade is marching from the grave
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la
We're on some kind of mission
We have an obligation
We have to wear toupees
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5. |
Cage & Aquarium
01:10
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Somebody's reading your mind
Damned if you know who it is
They're digging through all of your files
Stealing back your best ideas
You cover your windows with lead
Even keeping the pets outside
Then you hear, a moment too late
This sound coming over the phone
"This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium
Don't wait a moment too soon
Used to be different
Now you're the same
Yawn as your plane goes down in flames"
"This is the spawning of the cage and aquarium
Don't wait a moment too soon
Used to be different
Now you're the same
Yawn as your plane goes down in flames"
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6. |
Where Your Eyes Don't Go
03:06
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Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
On its face it's wearing your confused expression
Where your eyes don't go
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
You're free to come and go
Or talk like Kurtis Blow
But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part
that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of
Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you,
Or is it worse because it's always waiting
Where your eyes don't go?
Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
You're free to come and go
Or talk like Kurtis Blow
But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
On its face it's wearing your confused expression
Where your eyes don't go
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7. |
Piece Of Dirt
02:00
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Piece of dirt
That is all I'm standing on today
Piece of dirt
The whole world has slipped away
I would climb the highest mountain
Just to jump into a fountain
Or to fly
I'd fly away
A woman's voice on the radio
Can convince you you're in love
A woman's voice on the telephone
Can convince you you're alone
But I set my sails so long ago
They've revoked my sailor's badge
Said I should be content and happy
On this ink spot where I stand
Piece of dirt
That is all I'm standing on today
Piece of dirt
The whole world has slipped away
I find myself haunted
By a spooky man named Me
I wish that I
Could jump out of my skin
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8. |
Mr. Me
01:52
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Once a boy named Mister Me bemoaned a great regret:
"I've floundered in the misty sea but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet"
So onward go and Edward Ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like Mister Me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of Mister Me and, mister, make him glad
To swim the Mister Misty Sea and cease the Mister Mystery
That, mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
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9. |
Pencil Rain
02:42
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The possible dream
Finale of seem
The moment that some call eternal
That some call insane
Now helmets on each head
Awaiting the first lead
The pageant is named the pencil rain
The infantry stands
And holds out its hands
The marshal's binoculars focus
And skyward they train
They're searching the yonder blue
They look out for number two
The heraldry of the pencil rain
[in Morse code] "Ay, ay, ay, canta no llores"
And now hear the roar
That none can ignore
The thunderous clatter of splintering wood
And lives that are claimed
And none who have witnessed all
Can speak of a nobler cause
Than perishing in the pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
The pencil rain
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10. |
The World's Address
02:24
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I know you deceived me
Couldn't sleep last night
Now my tearstains on the wall reflect an ugly sight
I can see your secrets
No need to confess
Everyone looks naked when you know the world's address
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
Life's parade of fashion
Just leaves me depressed
Under every garment I can see the world's address
Call the men of science
And let them hear this song
Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
Call the men of science
And let them hear this song
Tell them Albert Einstein and Copernicus were wrong
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll repeat it for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
A place that's worn
A sad pun that reflects a sadder mess
I'll say it one more time for those who may not have already guessed
The world's address
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11. |
I've Got A Match
02:36
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Get out of the car
Put down the phone
Take off that stupid looking hat you wear
I'm gonna die if you touch me one more time
Well I guess that I'm going to die no matter what
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think it's always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
I've got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Beat up the cat if you need someone else on the mat
I put a rock in the coffee in your coffee mug
Which one of us is the one that we can't trust?
You say that I think it's you but I don't agree with that
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
You think it's always sensitive and good
You think that I want to be understood
I've got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Even when we get along
I've got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
Love people are there
The smell of love is everywhere
Why can't you be sensitive and good?
Why don't you want to be understood?
I've got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
I've got a match
Your embrace and my collapse
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12. |
Santa's Beard
01:55
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Once a year, my friend puts on a red suit
And hangs around with me and my wife
Now I can't help but feeling jealous
Each time she climbs on his knee
And she stands beneath the mistletoe, screaming
For him to stand beneath the mistletoe, screaming
Now I can't help but feeling jealous
Each time she climbs on his knee
Why must she climb on his knee?
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
I wish he would go
He's breaking up my home
She always had this twisted side to her
But she'd never drag my name around town
But lately she's been humming cheating songs
And I don't like that fat guy around
No I don't like that fat guy around
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
I wish he would go
He's breaking up my home
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
Thrilling (thrilling)
Christmas (Christmas)
Trembling fear
I saw my baby wearing Santa's beard
I wish he would go
He's breaking up my home
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13. |
You'll Miss Me
01:53
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You'll always miss
My big ol' body
In its prime and never shoddy
While bloodhounds wait down in the lobby
You'll eulogize my big ol' body
You'll miss me
With effigies
Lighting up your house like X-mas trees
As tears roll down, below your knees
You'll miss me
With effigies
Go find a man to fit my shoes
Left one's old and the right one's new
And I bought the right one, just for you
Go find a man to fit my shoes
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Every tree a finger of my glove
And every time push comes to shove
You'll see my teeth in the stars above
Your money talks but my genius walks
Morticians wait with a shovel and a fork
As detectives trace my hands with chalk
Your money talks but my genius walks
You'll miss me so
You will miss me
It must be raining 'cause a man ain't supposed to cry
But I look up and I don't see a cloud
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14. |
They'll Need A Crane
02:33
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Love sees love's happiness
But happiness can't see that love is sad
That love is sad
Sadness is hanging there
To show love somewhere something needs a change
They need a change
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
Lad's gal is all he has
Gal's gladness hangs upon the love of lad
The love of lad
Some things gal says to lad
Aren't meant as bad but cause a little pain
They cause him pain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
Don't call me at work again
No, no, the boss still hates me
I'm just tired and I don't love you anymore
And there's a restaurant we should check out
Where the other nightmare people like to go
I mean nice people—baby wait, I didn't mean to say nightmare
Lad looks at other gals
Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad
He isn't bad
Call off the wedding band
Nobody wants to hear that one again
Play that again
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break
It's gonna take
A metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart
To help him start
To see a world apart from pain
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
They'll need a crane
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15. |
Shoehorn With Teeth
01:13
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He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Because he knows there's no such thing
He asks a girl
If they can both sit in a chair
But he doesn't get nervous
She's not really there
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Because he knows there's no such thing
Tour the world
In a heavy metal band
But they run out of gas
The plane can never land
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Because he knows there's no such thing
What's the sense
In ever thinking about the tomb
When you're much too busy
Returning to the womb?
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs
He wants a shoehorn, the kind with teeth
Because he knows there's no such thing
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16. |
Stand On Your Own Head
01:16
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I like people, they're the ones who can't stand
They're the ones who can't stand
I see smoke signals coming from them
They say "We are out of furniture"
Stand on your own head for a change
Give me some skin to call my own
Stand on your own head for a change
Give me some skin to call my own
You made my day, now you have to sleep in it
Now you have to sleep in it
I love the world and if I have to sue for custody,
I will sue for custody
Stand on your own head for a change
Give me some skin to call my own
Stand on your own head for a change
Give me some skin to call my own
Stand on your own head
Stand on your own head for a change
Stand on your own head
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17. |
Snowball In Hell
02:31
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Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell
Avalanche or roadblock
A jailor trapped in his cell
Money's all broke, and food's going hungry
If it wasn't for disappointment
I wouldn't have any appointments
Side effect or drug trip
Don't tease me with all of your might
Side effect or drug trip
My panacea's in a Xerox shop
Have a nice day, you want it when?
Have a nice day, have a nice day
"I didn't expect to find a salesman drinking coffee this late in the morning.
How long you been here, Joe?"
"Oh, I don't know, I guess 30, 45 minutes maybe. Why do you ask?"
"You must be making a lot of sales, piling up a good income."
"Oh... uh... I'm doing all right.
I could do better, but... Ohahaha - I get it Paul.
Back on that old 'Time is Money' kick, right?"
"Not back on it, Joe, still on it."
Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell
Avalanche or roadblock
A jailor trapped in his cell
Money I owe, money-iy-ay
Money I owe, money-iy-ay
Avalanche or roadblock
I was a snowball in hell
Yes, I was a snowball in hell
Yes, I was a snowball in hell
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18. |
Kiss Me, Son Of God
01:52
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I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
I look like Jesus, so they say
But Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
Yes a world screams, "Kiss me, Son of God"
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