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ROADKILL MAESTRO - [fast country]
17 November 2005 - Panamint Valley CA
Well I'm driving down the road
and I squished a pile of toads
Three coyotes, eight jackrabbits
and a skunk
A few more armadillos
done bounced offa my fender
And last night I clipped
a Vietnamese drunk
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[chorus:]
Here comes the roadkill master
Here comes the roadkill master
He's on the brink of disaster
Here comes the roadkill master
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People say I'm a bad driver
but they're mostly still alive
Or else they shut up
when they see my gatling gun
As for all those little critters,
well they're out there on the road
Can they help it if I catch'em
when they run? [chorus]
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Well I'm driving down the highway
and some sheep are coming my way
I could use some mutton chops
and sheepskin rugs
I'm the fucking roadkill master
and it really is a blast
So shut your mouth 'cause
at least I ain't on drugs [chorus]
OUR LADY OF THE ANGELS - [tekno]
18 November 2005 - Panamint Valley CA
She pulls asymmetrical sunglasses over her eyes
Our Lady of the bikini-draped angels
Our Lady of the sun-godess surfers
And tans from her toes to her navel to her neck
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She merges into the barely-moving traffic
Our Lady of the slow motorized angels
Our Lady of the crosstown-commuting demons
And does her isometrics behind the beaded steering wheel
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She stops on Sepulveda for a Cambodian take-out
Our Lady of the organic fast-food angels
Our Lady of the non-bulemic slippery succubi
And feels the nutrition at a cellular level
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She crawls into bed with a special friend or three
Our Lady of the sexually liberated angels
Our Lady of the love-goddess demons
And tastes the furthest edges of her mortality
DEATH VALLEY DAZE - [slow folk-rock]
18 November 2005 - Panamint Valley CA
He's lost in the desert, the wind is blowing
He's drugged to the gills, his mind is going
He's high in the haze of a Death Valley daze
He's lost in the maze of a Death Valley daze
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It's just after sunrise, the lizards are scurrying
The light's in his eyes, the rattlesnakes are hurrying
He laughs and he's naked in a Death Valley daze
He's gonna get baked in a Death Valley daze
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[bridge:]
Whoa up podner, whatcha doing here?
Whoa up podner, ya want another beer?
Whoa up podner, are ya some kinda queer?
Or are you just fucked in the head?
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He was out there all night and the owls flew by
He was dancing all night with the moon and the sky
It's a long way from Nome to this Death Valley daze
He's almost at home in this Death Valley daze
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The sun's getting higher, his skin's getting tender
In a couple of hours he'll be burnt to a cinder
Just another lost saint in a Death Valley daze
Ain't you glad that you ain't in a Death Valley daze?
EAT ME! - [Mexican polka w/accordian]
19 November 2005 - Pilot Ridge CA
You have such a wonderful mouth
You have such a flexible tongue
So EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME!
And I'll stay forever young
Yah I'll stay forever young
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Just smear me with creamy peanut butter
And dip me in mesquite honey
And EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME!
And I'll give you all my money
Yah I'll give you all my money
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Lick around in swirling spirals
Flick around in swirling circles
EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME!
And I believe in miracles
Yah I believe in miracles
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Now get yourself in position
And tighten up the traces
And I'll EAT YOU, EAT YOU, EAT YOU!
Big smiles on both our faces, yah
Big smiles on both our faces, oy
Big smiles on both our faces
LITTLE GRASSHOPPER - [fiddle & spoons]
19 November 2005 - Pilot Ridge CA
A little grasshopper by the side of the road
Told me a truth that'll never grow old, said
"Too many faces in high, high places
Are stone cold dead from the head on down
And when these faces stare down at you
You better get out of town, kid, yeah
You better get out of town"
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A little grasshopper on a picket fence
Told me a truth that made me tense, said
"You're no genius, just a dull normal
Your education was much too formal
If you have a new idea, don't let it get away
And get paid every day, kid, yeah
Make sure you get paid every day"
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A little grasshopper on a parapet
Told me a truth that made me sweat, said
"You'll never get rich, you'll never get hold
Of that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
You'll always be just a working schlub..."
So I crushed that fuckin' bug, folks, yeah
So I crushed that fuckin' bug
Who wants to hear all that crud, folks?
So I crushed that fuckin' bug
BON VOYAGE - [sickly rich pop]
20 November 2005 - Volcano CA
I'm back from another long journey
It must have been a successful journey
'Cause I still have some pills left
And I haven't lost my mind yet
And I haven't taken up cigarettes
And now I'm back home, back home
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It wasn't a real adventurous journey
Just ten thousand miles of ordinary
I didn't drive off of any cliffs
I wasn't held up by bandits (this time)
I ain't all covered with bug bites
But I didn't make it to Nome, to Nome
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[bridge:]
Where did all the time go?
Where did all the space go?
Where did all my money go?
[instrumental]
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I'm ready for the next long journey
I hope I don't come back on a gurney
I'll pack up some fresh pills
And I'll take out a new will
And stay away from mandrills
And take out another loan, a loan
And take out another loan
SAN ANTONIO - [Oaxacan waltz]
20 November 2005 - Volcano CA
San Antonio lived in the desert
I live in the desert too
San Antonio wore rough old sandals
I wear rough Mexican shoes
San Antonio ate roots and locusts
I just eat organic goo
I ain't lost 'cause I got a compass
But San Antonio, where are you?
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San Antonio dressed up in homespun
And I wear my thrift shop clothes
San Antonio peed on the cactus
And I use a garden hose
San Antonio prayed all night
I party from dusk til dawn
I know which path to fall down on
But San Antonio, where have you gone?
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San Antonio had sex with chickens
And I've screwed a few cluckers too
San Antonio drank rough red wine
And I've had my share of that too
San Antonio ate belladonna
And I stick to mescal beans
We've both had grand hallucinations
San Antonio, what have you seen?
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San Antonio smelled pretty bad
I don't shower much myself
San Antonio didn't read magazines
But I keep Penthouse on the shelf
San Antonio lived like a monkey
And I've gone completely ape
But I've visited him in my time machine
I have proof - just look at this grape
Total presence breaks on the univocal predication of the exterior absolute the absolute existent (of that of which it is not possible to univocally predicate an outside, while the equivocal predication of the outside of the absolute exterior is possible of that of which the reality so predicated is not the reality, viz., of the dark/of the self, the identity of which is not outside the absolute identity of the outside, which is to say that the equivocal predication of identity is possible of the self-identity which is not identity, while identity is univocally predicated of the limit to the darkness, of the limit of the reality of the self). This is the real exteriority of the absolute outside: the reality of the absolutely unconditioned absolute outside univocally predicated of the dark: the light univocally predicated of the darkness: the shining of the light univocally predicated of the limit of the darkness: actuality univocally predicated of the other of self-identity: existence univocally predicated of the absolutely unconditioned other of the self. The precision of the shining of the light breaking the dark is the other-identity of the light. The precision of the absolutely minimum transcendence of the dark is the light itself/the absolutely unconditioned exteriority of existence for the first time/the absolutely facial identity of existence/the proportion of the new creation sans depth/the light itself ex nihilo: the dark itself univocally identified, i.e., not self-identity identity itself equivocally, not the dark itself equivocally, in “self-alienation,” not “self-identity, itself in self-alienation” “released” in and by “otherness,” and “actual other,” “itself,” not the abysmal inversion of the light, the reality of the darkness equivocally, absolute identity equivocally predicated of the self/selfhood equivocally predicated of the dark (the reality of this darkness the other-self-covering of identity which is the identification person-self).
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