-- WASHINGTON --
WEEVILS IN YOUR HEAD - [country]
7 October 2005 - Whitestone Lake WA
There's weevils in your head
But it ain't so damn bad
They've eaten thru all the way
From your left ear to your right ear
But you can still hear
But you can still hear
But you can still hear
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There's weevils in your head
But they ain't finished yet
And you've started to forget
And you've started to stink
But you can still think
But you can still think
But you can still think
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There's weevils in your head
And they sound like an old song
And you can't tell right from wrong
And you really need a dring
But you can still think
But you can still think
But you can still think
BOUNTIFUL SANTA BARBARA - [polyrhythmic]
7 October 2005 - Bonaparte Lake WA
He looked across the room but he couldn't see her face
She gathered up the shadows like a blackjack dealer
Only the trace of her mouth, lost in her smile
Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara, holds all the cards tonight
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The selenite candle flickered in the scorpio breeze
He watched her turn to the door, he couldn't say a word
The watermelon moon couldn't shape the details of his heart
Santa Barbara, almost gone, almost out of his reach
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He stoond on the beach as she sailed away into he dawn
The sand blew over his feet, his knees, his hips, his heart
No feasts, no songs, no bells, no histories, no mythologies
Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara, lost again in the East
IT'S XMAS TIME AGAIN - [jolly sleighbells]
8 October 2005 - Bonaparte Lake WA
It must be Xmas time again
There's Xmas bullshit everywhere
Those Xmas carols in the air
The bullshit artists pump'em out
To set the proper mood
To set the proper mood
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Xmas time is here, by golly
Bullshit mangers, bullshit holly
Sleds and sleighs and bullshit reindeer
Bullshit signs that commandeer
Every available space
Every available space
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Xmas fever's in everywhere
On every corner, every tree
For merchants, a necessity
Without it, they would all go broke
And hafta find honest jobs
And hafta find honest jobs
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So clamp your fingers on your nose
Buy bullshit presents for all those
Who'll buy nice bullshit stuff for you
Yeah, keep the economy rolling (rolling)
It's Xmas time again
It's Xmas time again
LET'S RUN AROUND NAKED (AND GET LAID MORE)
[moderate country-western turnaround]
8 October 2005 - Bonaparte Lake WA
It's such a nice day, what're we doing inside?
Let's jump on the wheels and take a long ride
Roll the top down and suck up the countryside
And pull over at some long-deserted roadside
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[chorus:]
Let's run around naked and get laid more
Let's run around naked and get laid more
Let's run around naked and get laid more
It's better than being alone, alone
It's better than being alone
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We'll partake of something mildly alcoholic
The sheep in the meadow can watch us frolic
The birds overhead will stare incredulously down
As we roll and writhe all over the ground [chorus]
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[bridge:]
Don't scare the cattle, don't scare the cattle
Don't scare the cattle, don't scare the cattle
Don't scare the cattle, don't scare the cattle
[instrumental]
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It's summertime, time for fun in the sun
And to get a good tan on yer thighs and yer bum
And to come and to go and to go and to come
Like yer average uninhibited barbarian [chorus]
KYRIE'S NIGHT - [slow folk-rock]
8 October 2005 - Grand Coulee WA
Kyrie looks in the store window
At treasures too small to shoplift
Feels in a pocket for the gifts
Of life and death and time
Kerry is lit up from inside
By electricity and wine
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Kyrie walks slowly down the street
The wind blows beneath Kyrie's feet
The wind blows truth down the alleys
The wind blows in from the south
The wind laughs in the windows
The wind hits like a fist
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Kyrie leans in at the old corner
Sees again every familiar face
Escapes with a quick embrace
Kyrie holds a sharp knife up
And slices past a faceless begger
And throws something in a cup
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The wind blows up from Mexico
Kyrie begins the journey home
Kyrie is never quite alone
A false hand here, a mechanical laugh
A tongue tasting the silver air
And something cut in half
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The wind blows up from Mexico
The wind blows under Kyrie's shadow
The shadows never stay up late
To watch a posthumous debate
Kyrie looks in the store window
And is lit up from below
MY MOTHS AND SPIDERS - [fast techno]
10 October 2005 - Grand Coulee WA
[chorus:]
I call them down and they do my bidding
Moths from the Moon and spiders from Mars
I call them down and they do my killing
And not a moment too soon
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My friends the moths have sharp moth teeth
And little moth hands and little moth feet
And long moth tongues that lick at your brain
And big moth eyes that drive you insane [chorus]
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My friends the spiders have bloated butts
And crystalline fangs to rip out your guts
And legs of steel and hearts of fire
And they realize my every desire [chorus]
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My friends the moths will smother your head
And fly down your throat till you're half dead
My friends the spiders will tear you apart
And give me your juicy pulsing heart [chorus]
TWO SMALL BIRDS - [lilting dulcimer]
10 October 2005 - Grand Coulee WA
Two small birds fly over the sleeping city
The red bird of wonder, the blue bird of love
Look down from above the spies from the gods
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Two small birds watch with four unblinking eyes
The shadows in the streets, the friends hand in hand
The lovers mouth to mouth, the killers hand to throat
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Two small birds sing (sing) their darkling songs
That fly in the ears of priests and lovers and criminals
That fly in the ears of cops and dreamers and lunatics
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Two small birds fly and cry along the city walls
Over rustling in alleyways and rustling in beds
Over desperate dangers and desperate loves
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Two small birds disappear in the urban sunrise
Their songs and cries echo down the concrete canyons
Their wingbeats echo off closed mouths and eyelids
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Two small birds...
YOU'LL TELL THEM EVERYTHING - [drum+bass]
10 October 2005 - Grand Coulee WA
When the town guards come to ask you questions
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
With the prodding of sharp points into your flesh
You'll talk about all the plotters and besiegers
You'll talk of who paid you how much to do what
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
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When the Inquisition comes to ask you questions
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
With thumbscrews and racks and chains and hot irons
You'll all the sinners and demons and witches
You'll spill all the corruption in your soul
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
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When Homeland Security comes to ask you questions
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
With lie detectors, voiceprints, Guantanamo prods
You'll reveal the terrorists, smugglers, liberals
You'll tell them which chatrooms they should monitor
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
You'll tell them everything, you know you will
THEY SAY SAN MIGUEL - [gritty gospel]
10 October 2005 - Grand Coulee WA
They say San Miguel was a gambling fool
He'd sit on his stool, dripping with drool
Playing with cards and dice and wheels
And winning as much as he's losing
Yeah, winning as much as he's losing
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They say San Miguel was hot with swords
And hot with babes and hot with words
And cool as a cucumber in a fight
Which happened 'bout every night
He'd fight nearly every night
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[bridge:]
Hey there Miguel, take me away
Hey there Miguel, open the door
Hey there Miguel, row me ashore
[instrumental]
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They say San Miguel wore his hair in a Mohawk
And waved it around whenever he'd talk
They say San Miguel brews a might good beer
But try it out for yourself
Yeah, try it out for yourself
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[instrumental]
-- OREGON --
HOT BONNIE'S MORNING - [railroad]
12 October 2005 - Echo OR
Hot Bonnie's morning was like any other
Somewhere out in eastern Oregon
She was hungry enough to eat a pine log
Tired enough to smoke a horseradish
Lonesome enought to do algebra out loud
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Hot Bonnie's Morning was dry and hard
Wind whistled along the edges
Wind nibbled at all the raw places
Wind almost washed away the tears
Wet enough to plant a rose garden
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Hot Bonnie's morning jumped like a grasshopper
From place to place across hot asphalt
Hot Bonnie felt twitchy and bitchy and scratchy
Like a short-order waitress on a bad day
Like a cheap politician left alone
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Hot Bonnie's morning was like a jail cell
With the key left in the lock in the door
Hot Bonnie just has to reach out and turn it
Push it wide open and take a walk
Leave it behind like a hornet's nest
LOVELY CENTIPEDES - [bouncy turnaround]
12 October 2005 - Dale OR
Look at all the centipedes come dancing down the street
Kicling and a-gliding, yeah they're so mesmerizing
Look at all the centipedes and all their cheery faces
Dancing their way to your heart
Dancing their way to your heart
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Look at all the centipedes come whirling in your room
Spinning and a-twirling, yeah they're such lovely vermin
Look at all the centipedes, how graceful they are
Whirling their way to your heart
Whirling their way to your heart
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[bridge:]
The centipedes are friends, the centipedes are lovers
There's so many groovy things about them to discover
The centipedes kick high (HIGH), the centipedes dip low (LOW)
There's centipedes wherever you go
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Look at all the centipedes come chewing up the walls
Chewing up your toenails, chewing up your balls
Look at all the centipedes, their silver flashing teeth
Chewing their way to your heart
Chewing their way to your heart
I WON'T SAY A WORD - [slow torch]
12 October 2005 - Dale OR
It's OK if you love me, I won't say a word
I can keep a secret, I promise
It's OK if you need me, I might need you too
In so many ways, so many ways
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It's OK if you cry (cry), I won't say a word
Nobody else ever has to know
It's OK to cry, cry a million tears
Our tears can flow together
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[bridge:]
And if your heart beats with mine
It's only natural, as natural as the rain
And if your bereath moves with mine
It's like the secret wind that blows thru us everyday
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It's OK if you hit me, I won't say a word
Nobody else has to ever know
It's OK if you beat me, I'll shoot you in the head
And I won't shed a tear when you go
GLORIA IN EXCELCIS - [fast punkish]
14 October 2005 - Seneca OR
Here comes Gloria worked-up
Scissors raised over her head
Here comes Gloria screaming
I can't understand what she said
Maybe she don't love me no more
Maybe she wants me dead
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Gloria in a frenzy
Gloria in excelcis
Gloria in a loud rage
Gloria in a wet kiss
Maybe she don't want me no more
Maybe that's what the message is
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There goes Gloria thinking
Steam coming out her ears
There goes Gloria drinking
Washing down Tequila with beers
There goes Gloria stinking
You don't want to go too near
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Gloria in the corner
Gloria in excelcis
Gloria in a laundromat
Gloria in Atlantis
Maybe she don't need me no more
Maybe I better just close the door
JUST ANOTHER WEREWOLF - [music hall]
14 October 2005 - Seneca OR
Oh he was just another werewolf up in Oregon
Just another werewolf in the fog and rain
Just another werewolf but he didn't complain
Because he had a dream
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[faster chorus:]
Oh he's gonna go to Bollywood and be a star
Stay out all night long and drive a fancy car
Hire a barber and a fluffer and a cook in tights
'Cause his name is gonna be up in light, in lights
Yeah, his name is gonna be up in light
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He knew he had a talent with his werewolf charms
He knew he was a winner with his werewolf arms
And his werewolf legs made the ladies sit and beg
To be the next ones in his werewolf bed [chorus]
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So now he's really top-dog in the werewolf world
He's got a little kennel full of werewolf girls
And every full-moon night when he runs around and feeds
The studio's there to satisfy his needs [chorus]
THE COLOURS - [slow bagpipes]
14 October 2005 - Seneca OR
White is the colour of the bones in her face
The ghost electricity leaves a trace in the mirror
Of the television wars, the terms of defeat
White is the colour that colours her sleep
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Red is the colour at her fingertips
As she touches her lips for another taste
Another rendesvous, another hard day
Red is the colour that won't go away
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Blue is the colour of her eyes in the light
The shadow of night that flashes like diamonds
Her mind tests the ice and slowly backs off
Blue is the colour when her fingers are rough
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Yellow's the colour that touches her hair
When fluorescents dim and reality washes in
And forgotten sins push their way past the curtains
Yellow's the colour when she's almost certain
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Green is the colour that grows around
The moss on the trees, the grass on the ground
And whenever a sound slips past her ears
Green is the colour whenever she's near
SON OF KONG - [medium rappish]
15 October 2005 - Seneca OR
He jumped in his pickup and kick-started the engine
Sped from Umatilla Oregon to Walla Walla Washington
Up the Columbia Gorge and wires and winds and wavelets
And the clouds of mosquitoes as he inhaled beer and cheetohs
But he couldn't be late, 'cause he finally had a date
No he couldn't be late, the Son of Kong had a date
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He usually spend his days feeling hairy and lonely
He usually spent his nights feeling lonely and horny
He couldn't touch the women 'cause they started to scream
He had Forbidden Knowledge and he couldn't say a thing
But he finally felt straight 'cause he finally had a date
Things would come out straight, the Son of Kong had a date
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He practiced his dance-steps on the floorboards and the pedals
Danced to the rhythm of the mirror's dangling religious medals
He thought, "Nothing can go wrong now!" and took another gulp
Then a speeding semi smashed him into an unrecognizable pulp
And it all came out so wrong (wrong) and he missed his date
That's the end of the song, the Son of Kong missed his date
THE PICTURE - [blues w/ harmonica]
15 October 2005 - Seneca OR
Just another gallery opening;
She went for the cheeze and wine
But something about one canvas
Started to eat at her mind
She wiped her glasses carefully
And looked at the picture again
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There were faces and forms and furies,
And hints of hells and heavens
The gallery open at six o'clock
And now it was almost eleven
She squinted her eyes orientally
And looked at the picture again
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A voice behind her said,
"It has no meaning," and breathed in her hair
A hand on her butt and feeling her up,
But she just didn't care
She brushed the tears off her cheeks
And looked at the picture again
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After midnite the gallery's closing
And like a statue she's standing
Everything else blurs and fades,
The outside world's receding
She wipes her glasses carefully
And looks at the picture again
MY BABY BLUES - [slow electric]
15 October 2005 - Seneca OR
I came home the other night, and my baby was gone
Yeah, I came home the other night, and my baby was gone
I felt so abandoned, I felt so all alone
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I don't know what I did wrong, it was just some little thing
No, I don't know what I did wrong, it was just some little thing
Now I'm so all alone, life just doesn't have its zing
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[bridge:]
My baby always took real good care of me
But now she's gone, I'm as lonely as I can be
[insturmental]
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Now there's nothing left here for me, I just gotta move away
No, there's nothing left here for me, I just gotta move away
My baby's body's in the basement, it'll keep for another day
LOLA AND THE BEETLES - [fast rock]
15 October 2005 - Seneca OR
Lola ran down the hill crying
"It's the beetles! They're coming! They're flying!"
Run Lola run Lola run Lola run
The beetles will never stop trying
The beetles will never stop trying
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The beetles came swarming over the hill
Like a flood in the sky and the ground
Run Lola run Lola run Lola run
The beetles will always be around
The beetles will always be around
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[bridge:]
You hear their jaws clacking and their wings cracking
You hear their legs pounding and now they're surrounding
You feel then in your eyes and your mouth and your hair
And everywhere, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
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Lola's stopped screaming, she's saving her breath
BSeetles are almost on her like a tide of death
Run Lola run Lola run Lola run
The beetles will never stop trying
The beetles will never stop trying
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