1. |
Martyr
03:04
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Lyrics:
A life so trite, body in sprawl
A second to grace, silverware into a smite
A truth hard to chew, bit frame of face
So call me a martyr and just a few
Dom Perrier and saffron
Grilled cheese and teflon, pink flamingos on the lawn
Brick by brick of work, tires spinning, no torque
Straighter road, no fork
Bricks blood and shy
Silver cloud but sigh
Ladies on the sidewalk
Holes in their socks
Cheap is love, cheap is talk
Don't be a fool
Teflon whirlpool
Grilled cheese and drool
Perfume through a gas mask
Dom Perrier, Mad Dog in my flask
Suits and ties, bottles of cosmo-politicians
Cosmos, Big Bang for your bucks bold decisions
Hoppin' da Berlin wall, now I'm hoppin' da fence
Secretary of defense now I can't pay rent
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Morgen
04:16
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Lyrics:
Got a mindful of gizzard
Chest full of inkling
Hanging off a Clifford
I'd kill for a Blizzard
Ivory flavored galaxy
Fuels me like a petrol
Progress but a fallacy
Hands picked from a callous tree
Eyes on the ground, sleeping by a river, let me
Down down down
Wake up, go to sleep, clean my cage, another
Day day day
Playing on a mountain, my fruit gettin' stolen by
You you you
Shoots strap me down on the edge just waiting for
Fall fall fall
I got a mouthful of war ships
Soul full of famine
Kissing your apocalypse
Munchin' on some bacon strips
Lusty vermin willow tree
Danglin' over sea foam
Sensing the necessity
Destined, driftin', rotten debris
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3. |
Hoodwink
02:42
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Lyrics:
Reptile. Reptile.
Lying in a bed of quick sand
Looking for a helping hand
She was gone in just a blink
My life's but a parody
Ever since you married me
Opened my eyes and realized
I had been hoodwinked
I am a Reptile
Seems like a million years ago (a million years)
No longer juvenile (I have wrinkles)
I am a reptile (I'm a big gecko. So many lizards)
Sick with an infection of affection
Questions and mis-directions
Your lies took me to the brink
So do I fly like a jailbird
Leaf like a tree
Fight for your love or just - Let you be
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4. |
One Self I sing
03:30
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Lyrics:
Marshmallow dreams and coffee kills my snooze
Trapped in a comic like syrup on a waffle
One's self I sing to myself
Purple haze dipped in her day dreams
Will to care like holes in my jeans
Good vibrations in the nation
itting in a bath full of potion
My brain done flexed that notion
Just wish I didn't get my, I wish I didn't get my
Invitation
Upper man diggin' up the fossils
Stigmatize the thoughts of a modern man
One's self I sing to myself (to myself)
Andy's soup soaking up the city (soaking up the city)
East of Eden, West of the sun
Good vibrations in the nation
Sitting in a bath full of potion
My brain done flexed that notion
I wish you didn't get me with those
Good vibrations in the nation
Sitting in a bath full of potion
My brain done flexed that notion
Marshmallow dreams and coffee kills my snooze
Trapped in a comic like syrup on a waffle
One's self I sing to myself
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5. |
Room 232 Blues
05:29
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Lyrics:
So dim the lights and set the mood
The waters past and future I've drunk
This moment crafted and crude
So leave my troubles in the trunk, in the trunk
The walls are thin and the thoughts are violent
Remember to drink the pills
Time crusted and wallets spent
All I can afford are reruns an cheap thrills, cheap thrills
The past left in the dirt
So put away that pick axe and all your hurt
It's love I lose and with death I flirt
Open door she draws me through the vestibule
Leash round my neck like rover
The paper doll had me breaking the rule
Over and over and over
So turn the knob, bring me out of the cold
Burning red, yellow orange and blue
Hotel neon letters bold
It all begins in room 232, room 232
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6. |
Thunderstone
03:30
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Lyrics:
A dead phish eats a baboon! Yeah. Pound for pound.
Trails turn left like a monsoon
Monochord beats backstreets of Detroit
Dead phish eats a baboon
Neon Monopoly money can't exploit
No oil for my pancakes
Sledge hammer misses the pinpoint
Golden Self worth
The sun revolves around the earth
It's raining thunderstones (stop worshiping Papa Smurf)
Progress breaks the speed of sound
Knowledge makes the world go round
Bite the bullet into the light
Love trumps Donald pound for pound
Lost track of the promised land
Bombs wrapped in bacon, pennies turned to rust
Turned to rust, like heavily salted doggy lust
Sweater of cashmere moth man
Snow covered salty dog lust
Creek riddled across panama
Bookshelf turned to dust
(Trails turn left like a monsoon) Trails turn left like a monsoon
(Dead phish eats a baboon) Dead phish eats a baboon
(Lost track of the promised land) Lost track of the promised land
(Sweater of cashmere moth man) Sweater of cashmere moth man
Trails turn left like a monsoon (Trails turn left like a monsoon)
Dead phish eats a baboon (Dead phish eats a baboon)
Lost track of the promised land (Lost track of the promised land)
Sweater of cashmere moth man - you just bite the bullet into the light
Man! No covered salty dog lust
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7. |
Oyster king
03:52
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Lyrics:
This is now the time to tiptoe
Pack your satchel for carousal
This is not the time for solace
Feel it in your gastro
Tiptoe through the oyster bed (ooh feet are shred)
Count your clams A to Z
Bonfire burning bonsai wood (ooh pearls are good)
Oyster King so misunderstood
Vision underwater tends to distort
Bath tub skin, oh so shrunken
Step out from behind the vizard
Catch a bouquet of ragwort
Tiptoe through the oyster bed (ooh feet are shred)
Count your clams A to Zed
Bonfire burning bonsai wood (ooh pearls are good)
Oyster King so misunderstood
Booby trap!
Salt and pepper on a half shell
Sauce fit for a king
Horseradish will hoist ya
The world is my oysta
Done cut off my leg
Need a driftwood peg-leg
Lost all my pearls
Not a friend in the world
Tiptoe through the oyster bed (ooh feet are shred)
Count your clams A to Zed
Bonfire burning bonsai wood (ooh pearls are good)
Oyster King so misunderstood
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8. |
Ah Man
03:34
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Lyrics:
Pop some soul into the tape deck
Cashin' in that nest egg
Self-hypnotize, time to realize
Watch my lady shake a leg
Soul of a cotton tree
Clothes sailing cross a tapestry
Luxury of a silken sea
Heed love and I'm free
No regrets, too many cigarettes
Mad man Madonna, no phony SOS
Hunch back, had the knack
Train tracks under my Cadillac
Cravin' chocolate Faberge. Oley! Oley!
Silk stockings cross the chair rockin'
Give this dog some headphones
I feel like Al Capone
Heed love and I'm free
No regrets, too many cigarettes
Mad man Madonna, no phony SOS
Hunch back, had the knack
Train tracks under my Cadillac
Cravin' chocolate Faberge. Oley! Oley!
Silk stockings cross the chair rockin'
Give this dog some headphones
He's feeling like Al Capone
Pop some soul into the tape deck
Cashin' in that nest egg
Self-hypnotize, time to realize
Watch my lady shake a leg
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9. |
Outlier
03:59
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Lyrics:
A group of young gutless cowboys
Dreams of heaven, of white noise
Saddle sore, drunken lore, anti-poise
Duke to duchess as honey to bees
Endless desert 350 degrees
and the dogs lie like a golden fleece
Dudes at ranch, playboys at my mansion
Westward expansion
Dukes, Duchess, will not sanction
and the Castles filled with rhubarb pie
Nothing for cowboys that lay and cry
To their dessert they bid goodbye
So out and out the Outlier
Tails of time for which I hunger
Shepherds wander and grace the thunder
Watch the wick catch fire
A group of bearded carpet salesman
Olive trees and snake oil ailment
Figs, lamb chops and sheep impalement
Duke to duchess as honey to bees
Endless desert 350 degrees
and the dogs lie like a golden fleece
So one day reach, the end of a candle wick
Existence not endless like Pi
Truth be told the keys underlie
Jack not be nimble, not be quick
Break neck under limbo stick
Out and out the Outlier
Tails of time for which I hunger
Shepherds wander and grace the thunder
Watch the wick catch fire
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10. |
Masquerade
05:01
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Lyrics:
I'm feeling Walleyed and Weary
I can't think clearly
Dinner is cold and the crust is stuffed
Nothing's enough
and such a sickly masquerade
Syrup and Bombay
I need my meds and my protein
Need to go swimming in some morphine
Water of dilution
Manifest contusion
Tub rusty
Eye lusty
I got a ship of glucose and an artwork overdose
Black jeans
Patch mainstream
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