STONES (Persistence) [techno] Upper Chetco, OR 19 Sept 2001
Small stones, large stones, soft stones, hard stones
The pain of living (living), the pleasure of dying (dying)
The persistence of paralysis; Honey, just one more kiss
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Low hills, high hills, cold Hells, heated Hells
The pain of loving (loving), the pleasure of leaving (leaving)
The persistent perpetual pain; Honey, kiss me again
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Small stones, large stones, soft kills, hard kills
More pain, more pleasure (pleasure), no gain, no measure (measure)
The persistence of fatal fun; Honey, don't use that gun
SHE'S INTERSTELLAR [electro] Upper Chetco, OR 19 Sept 2001
She chased the planets down and killed them, one by one
Celestial machinery that grinds them into dung (dung)
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[chorus:] Don't mess with her when she's interstellar
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She chased the comets down and swallowed their grey ice
And spat out stony pebbles that gleamed before her eyes (eyes)
[chorus]
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She chased the supernova down and bathed in its bright love
Photons washed away her sins and brought her off again
[chorus]
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She chased down galaxies and clusters, crushed them into dust
I live the way she smiles at me, I'll try to earn her trust
[chorus]
CHETCO BOOGIE [fast] Upper Chetco, OR 19 Sept 2001
I'm hot between my legs / And how do you feel now?
What color are the spiders that're crawling on your eyeballs?
Do you have a reason? Does it matter anyhow?
Does it matter anyhow? Does it matter anyhow?
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I'm thinkin'bout you, baby / Do you ever think of me?
Do you think about the robots that're crawling in your brain?
Did you fry your neurons? What do you remember?
What do you remember? What do you remember?
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[break:] Don't cry, don't lie, don't fry, don't die, don't fly
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I'm hot between my ears / And what do you think now?
Do you think about my nipples or my ripples or my burn?
Are you burning now? Does is matter anyhow?
Does is matter anyhow? Does is matter anyhow?
FLESH (FLESH) [folksy waltz] Upper Chetco, OR 20 Sept 2001
A little penetration action in my heart
A little sideways satisfaction in my groin
A little vision thing, vision thing, vision thing
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A little physical reaction to your touch
A little hyperbolic suction from your tongue
A little flesh on flesh on flesh on fleshy things
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Praise Allah! Coming coming coming! Praise Allah!
Praise Allah! Coming coming coming! Praise Allah!
Praise Allah! Coming coming coming! Praise Allah!
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A little holy consecration on your tongue
A little transcendental action in your mouth
A little holy thing holy thing holy thing
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Praise Jesus! Coming coming coming! Praise Jesus!
Praise Jesus! Coming coming coming! Praise Jesus!
Praise Jesus! Coming coming coming! Praise Jesus!
SACRIFICED [rock] Upper Chetco, OR 20 Sept 2001
I sacrificed Time, but nothing was wasted
The gods of the minutes and hours and years
Devouring the smaller as I offered then up to their mouths
And Time licked her lips, swallowed happily, and smiled
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I sacrificed Life, but nothing was wasted
The gods of the minnows and eagles and bears
Devouring the smaller as I offered then up to their mouths
And Life licked her lips, swallowed happily, and smiled
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I sacrificed Love, but nothing was wasted
The lovers and enemies and friends, O the friends
Devouring the smaller as I offered then up to their mouths
And Love licked her lips, swallowed happily, and smiled
ENDLESS SLEEP [gnostic ballad] Upper Chetco, OR 20 Sept 2001
I was enjoying my endless sleep
Then I was born, then I was born
Woke up from the endless sleep
Try to get warm, try to get warm
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Life defiles the endless sleep
Life is a pain, life is a pain
From the warm, dry, endless sleep
Shitstorms again, shitstorms again
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[break:]
Let me return to the dark and deep
Let me return to the cool and keep
Let me return to the endless sleep
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Nothing disturbs the endless sleep
Only this dream, only this dream
Nothing comes out of the endless sleep
But living and pain, living and pain
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The sun draws me back to the endless sleep
Out of the rain, out of the pain
Don't defile my endless sleep
Never again, never again, never again
Never again, never again
LET'S GO SURFIN' [fast G-F-D surf-punk] Upper Chetco, OR 20 Sept 2001
O we're outa drugs and we're outa clothes
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
I wrecked my car and I broke my nose
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
[instrumental]
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We're outa cash and we're outa beer
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
The cops're here and my sister's queer
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
[instrumental]
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I'm high on crack and we bombed Iraq
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
World Trade's gone and I hate my Mom
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
[instrumental]
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I flunked my test and I've got the crabs
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
My fockin' future is up for grabs
So let's go surfin', let's go surfin'
[instrumental]
[repeat first verse]
COOKING YOU AND EATING YOU has moved here
G.W. BUSH FEELS A WHOLE LOT BETTER [folk-rock] [post-WTC] Upper Chetco, OR 20 Sept 2001
[tune: FEEL A WHOLE LOT BETTER, by Gene Clark / the Byrds]
[note: Opinions expressed are not necessarily those of the author]
My advisors say / I ought to blow you away
Drop a nuke on your head / And right away
After what you done / This can't go on-on-on
And I'll probably feel a whole lot better / Using the bomb
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Well you hijacked planes / Tried to blow off my doors
But I ain't gonna take / Your shit any more
So you trashed World Trade / And the Pentagon-gon-gon
But I'll probably feel a whole lot better / Using the bomb
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Kiss your ass goodbye / Wrap your rag 'round your head
'Cause I ain't gonna stop / 'Til you're ten times dead
In about a half-hour / You're gonna be gone, gone gone
'Cause I'll probably feel a whole lot better / Using the bomb
Using the bomb / Using the bomb / Using the bomb...
SHADOWS IN THE SKY [bouncy] Upper Chetco, OR 21 Sept 2001
They call it statesmanship, I think that it's just politics
They call it progress but I think that it's just greed
They call it fate, but I think that it's just consequences
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[chorus:] They call'em gods but they're just shadows in the sky
Shadows in the sky, shadows in the sky, shadows in the sky
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They call it art, but I think that it's just decoration
They say important but I think that it's just big
They say the future, but I think it's just development
[chorus]
--
[instrumental]
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They call it love, but I think it's just biology
They call it terrorism, I think it's just war
They call it freedom but it looks a lot like unemployment
[chorus]
RUNNING BACKWARDS [slow] Forestville, CA 25 Sept 2001
Time and space should run backwards a little
The fallen buildings should raise themselves again
The fallen jets should bounce back into the sky
Breath and life should flow back into people
Bullets should crawl back into their barrels
Lies should jump back into their windpipes
Hatreds should coil back into their cauldrons
Time and space should run backwards a little
Musicians did not like Strauss' ELEKTRA at all. One eminent British composer
on leaving the theatre was asked what he thought of it. 'Words fail me,' he
replied, 'and I'm going home at once to play the chord of C major twenty times
over to satisfy myself that it still exists.' --Sir Thomas Beecham
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