HELLO, HELLO (techno rock) Forestville CA 1991?
Hello Mister Supreme Court / Have you been molested?
Are your books still burning bright? What have you injested?
Are you pregnant? Are you gay? Did you smoke some crack today?
Hello Mister Supreme Court / When were you infested?
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Hello Mister Supreme Court / Were your wishes thwarted?
Did you eat lead by the pound? Why weren't you aborted?
Do you have a heavy heart? Did you ever not-quite fart?
Hello Mister Supreme Court / Are your thoughts recorded?
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Hello Mister President / What have you provided?
Are you proud of what you've done? Is our house divided?
Do you ever shake with fright? Do you ever cry at night?
When you whisper to yourself / What have you confided?
THE MOON AND THE VOLCANO (folky) Forestville CA Fri 21 June 1991 *
I walked down the sandspit, the beach was hard and dry
The moon was hard and dry, and so was I
The moon bounced off the waves, I watched the horizon shine
I was thinking about time, I was thinking about crime
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And the ocean was my lover, yes the ocean was my friend
And I couldn't swim over, and I wouldn't sink in
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Your Diana lay on the sand, I saw her hair reflecting
I heard the drum in her hand, she was happy singing
She sat up, shook her hair, she remembered the sea
She never heard the singing waves, she never heard me
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And Diana was my lover, yes Diana was my friend
And I couldn't sail her over, and I wouldn't throw her in
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So we walked past the dunes, and we walked back home
And we drove to Denver, and we few to Rome
And we sailed to Santorini, and stood on Atalatis's cone
And we were always together, and we were always alone
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And Atlantis was my lover, yes Atlantis was my friend
The volcano started over, the volcano drew me in
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The volcano stands above the sand, the volcano remembers the sea
The tornado stands above cornfields, the tornado sleeps within me
I walked towards the sandspit, but I never got there
I stood crying in the night, while the seagulls stared
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And the night was my lover, yes the night was my friend
And I couldn't swim over, and I wouldn't sink in
ANOTHER LOVE SONG (dissonant/folky) Forestville CA 1991
I was killing a chicken and I thought of you
The feathers were bloody and it felt like your skin
It hopped and flopped headless like you do
It collapsed and I saw your face again
(Another love song for another day)
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I was robbing a bank and I thought of you
Put everyone there face down on the floor
Spread-eagled, just the way I like
I felt so good, I wanted some more
(Another love song for another day)
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I was crossing a border and I thought of you
My tank's treads crushed the customs post
I fired on the guards and I saw your face
Another kind of penetration, like most
(Another love song for another day)
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I took over a corporation and I thought of you
It was highly leveraged, like the touch of your hand
I cut budgets and staff, it was like our love
Our romance is so much arbitrage
(Another love song for another day)
GOT DOWN (buzzy rocker) Forestville, CA 21 June 1991
Shot down / like a dancing dog
Rattling the rooftops / once too often
I flew far and high and I fell
and crashed in the sea
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Shot down / like a stray cat
Crawling in the alleys / once too often
I looked up'n'out and I flashed
and smashed back to darkness
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Pulled down / like a lame politician
Angling for power / once too often
I lied and I sweated and I was taped
and that bribe got me nowhere
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Sucked down / like a bathtub guppy
Swimmin' near the drain / once too often
I hurried and gulped and I sank
right down the old drain
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Going down / it's only myself
Hoping for reasons / once too often
There's nothing more to say / but here it is anyhow
WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? (country) Forestville 21-23 June 1991 *
My mansion is stardust, or sawdust, or mousedust
My memory is history, some words stuck with glue
My clothes are old schmatzas, my shoes are shoe boxes
My woman is gone / Who are you? / Who are you?
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chorus: There's hardly a reason to keep on commuting
My eyes are on TILT, my brain's stopped computing
Since you left me flat my whole life's been RESET
I'm a bit-brain. I just haven't figured it yet
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She lives in my memory, 'tho she's moved back to Chino
She lives with a biker who's wearing a truss
She's somewhere beyond in the smog of my childhood
On the highway of life, she's got off my bus
[chorus]
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So now you're with me, I don't know who you are
You're green 'round the edges and pink thru'n'thru
You're a wonderful mystery I might figure someday
But today I'm just crazy / Who are you? / Who are you?
[chorus]
BURN REPUBLICANS, NOT FLAGS (punk) Forestville CA 21 June 1991
Republicans in Hell, Republicans in Hell
Stick'em on a skewer, roast'em real well
Torch'em all up, run from the smell
Stuff'em all with corporate reports
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Democratic slime, Democratic slime
Beat'em at the polls, listen to'em whine
Fill'em full of pot, coke and crack and wine
Take away their bribes 'til they're broke
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Commies on the run, Commies on the run
Nuke'em 'til they glow and shoot'em by the shine
Perestroika's fun, gloznost is fine
Stuff'em full of borscht 'til they pop
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Nazi's burn in Hell, Nazi's burn in Hell
Stick'em on a skewer, roast'em real well
Torch'em all up, run from the smell
Leave'em in the oven 'til they're done
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Die Yuppie scum, Die Yuppie scum
Squish their BMW's / yum, yum, yum
Smear'em all with yoghurt, stake'em out in the sun
Take their plat'num credit cards away
NEVADA BOUZOUKI (greek 9/8) Forestville CA 23 June 1991
I flew by / night, I flew / like madness
Thru black clouds / as blue winds / in red dreams
Down below / I saw land / Nevada / Burnt like hell / /
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From above / green mountains / like islands
Down below / bown deserts / like the sea
Further down / great dry lakes / like dry hell / Nevada / /
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Loving the / land, loving / the heat too
Escaping / all of the / world of man
Seeing real / relation / ships of life / Purity / /
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In the south / holy shit / mushroom clouds
Night to day / life to death / Las Vegas
Out of the / frying pan / burnt like hell / Eterni / ty /
WRITE ONE MORE SONG (doomed 7/8) Forestville CA 23 June 1991
One more song before midnight / One more song this weekend
Try to write in seven-eighths / Do it all over again
Write just one more lousy song
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One more song before midnight / No matter what the song says
Just got to write it all down / Find a tune another day
Write just one more lousy song
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Why am I even trying? / Just seventeen minutes left
Finish this song by midnight / And then fall back into bed
Write just one more lousy song
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Wrote seven songs this weekend / Including this one I hope
Some are even singable / Now I sure need some good dope
Write just one more lousy song
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I think I'm gonna make it / Right up to the dumb deadline
Finish this song by midnight / Then I'll pass out one more time
Write just one more lousy song
DIRTY DOG BLUES (noisy blues) Forestville CA 5 Oct 1991
I'm a dirty dog, just a dirty dog,
never been nothin' but a dirty dog
It's a dirty life, I got a dirty wife,
all she does is weird and odd
I'll be your dog, I'll be a dirty dog for
you, you, you, you, you
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My baby is a groover, she's a solid mover,
she's so good for me
My baby is a groover, she's a solid mover,
too damn good for me
When she gets up to dance, she pulls down my pants,
she's so good for me
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C'mere c'mere c'mere, gimme 'nother beer,
the night is made for love
C'mon c'mon c'mon, I gotta watch to pawn,
the night is made for love
The way you use your tongue, you keep me feelin' young,
the night is made for love, love, love, love, love....
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[instrumental break]
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Your hair is long, your dress is tight,
you keep me up & down all night
Your hair is long, your dress is tight,
you rake me back & forth all night
Let's kill a chicken and drink the blood
and stay up all night long, long, long
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[instrumental break]
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I'm a dirty dog, just a dirty dog,
never been nothin' but a dirty dirty dog
I'm a dirty dog, just a dirty dog,
never been nothin' but your old dirty dog
I'll be your dog, I'll be a dirty dog for you, ARF ARF ARF!!!
FOREVER (slow, bluesy) Forestville CA 5 Oct 1991
[chorus:] I love you so much, I love you so much
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You got a live to live, you got a life to give
The gene pool's gettin thin, the water's fine, c'mon in [chorus]
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The days are long and hot, the nights are cold and short
My love is growing strong, my love is growing string [chorus]
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Your sweater's mighty tight, you're gonna stay all night
And if you try to leave, there's gonna be a fight [chorus]
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I gotta slow truck, it's a four-wheel drive
We'll sneak off to the woods, gonna stay alive, alive... [chorus]
DON'T BOTHER (Country Rock) Forestville CA 18/21 Oct 1991
Don't bother singin' this song,
they won't play it on the radio
You can't sing about politics or poop in America
Politics and party poop,
both come out in a double scoop
Might as well stop right now, go get a job
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Don't bother watchin' this film,
it'll never play on the networks
You can't wave your weewee on the TV in America
Suggest all sortsa crudity,
but don't show frontal nudity
Might as well stop right now, go wash your car
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Don't bother readin' this book,
it'll never sell at the checkout stand
You can't write about facts & ideas in America
Gothic romance & a psycho dance &
pretty little guys in designer pants
Might as well stop right now, go get a lobotomy
OVER THE EDGE (western folky) Forestville CA 13 Dec 1991
The radio's up loud, the station wagon's slow
Tonight we drive past towns and trees and wonder where to go
We're off the map and in the soup and slightly past the top
And somewhere down below, I know we'll have to stop
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Chorus: Over the edge, over the edge, over the edge
Tonight it's you, tonight it's me, over the edge
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We're out of hiway food, we're out of worthless drugs
The back seat's full of dogs and the windshield's full of bugs
We're light-years from the interstate and down an endless street
I'm dancing with the pedals and I haven't missed a beat
[chorus]
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So lick my ear and punch my head and make me drive some more
We're on an unlit river and I'm drowning near the shore
And every hiway shadow looks like a hiway cop
I see a sign says VACANCY, I think we'd better stop
[chorus]
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