SHEPHERDS (techno) Trinidad-Carlotta, Calif 1 October 2000
In Roman times the middle class would send their children to the mountains
To summer with the shepherds there, to breath the bracing mountain air
The Roman children frolicked, laughed / Flourished in their shepherds' care
Played in the mountain streams / Dreamed their little mountain dreams
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Then times grew hard, Rome slowly fell; the citizens had naught to sell
They could not pay the bounties deman-ded by those who held their seed
They could not pay the tolls of those brigands who held the Roman roads
Their children they could not retrieve; shepherds became known as thieves
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The children were quickly enslaved, worked hard into early graves
'Shepherd' was synonym with 'fiend', 'kidnapper', 'trafficker in children'
The horrors live in memory, in hideous tale, ancient story
We chronicle the terrible crimes in fairy tales and nursery rhymes
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Now Christians send their young to pastors - shepherds shearing lambs once more
Preying on their little minds, just as in the fabled times
As your innocent kiddies play, are their spirits torn away by
Thieves, priests, ministers / all the criminals of yore?
THROW ME OVER Forestville CA 5 October 2000
Throw me to the dragons, throw me to the night
Throw me to the warlords, throw me to the right
Throw me to the aliens, the war of the worlds
Throw me to the reptiles, the crocodile girl
--
[chorus] Throw me over, Throw me over, Throw me over
Throw me over, Throw me over, Throw me over, Zap
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Send me to the nackers, send me to the flames
Send me to the vacuum, eraser of names
Send me to the system, send me to the machine
Send me back to tortures that I've already seen [chorus]
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Take me from the ecstasy, take me from the womb
Take me from my destiny, take me from my tomb
Take me from the presence of the fires up above
Take me from the promise of an unvarnished love [chorus]
ONE LOVE AND EVERYTHING Sebastapol-Forestville CA 6/7 Oct 2000
[slow singing over fast Afghani drums & harmonium]
[voices in background counting numbers randomly, arpeggiating]
[counted numbers bouncing all over the perceived sound-space]
One love, one life, one heart, one knife
Two shakes, two shoves, two shots, two loves
Three sins, three arts, three twins, free farts
Four drums, four hands, four guns, four glands
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One love, one past, one nuke, one blast
Two eyes, two ears, two lies, two fears
Three ins, three outs, three spins, no doubts
Four fires, four pleas, for you, for me, for me, for me...
LITTLE CHIPS (Ask My Chips About Me) (fast 2-beat) Forestville CA 7 Oct 2000
We've got lots of little chips implanted underneath our skins (uh uh)
They tell us all about each other, help to weave a seamless web (uh uh uh)
You know just which drugs I've taken,
I know when you fake orgasms (uh uh uh uh)
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[chorus, in triplets] Little chips, little chips, little chips, little chips...
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Paranoids fear chips control us, I know better, ha ha ha ha! (uh uh uh uh)
Masters think they can control us, but I've got my chip codes cracked (uh uh)
Route your signals to the bit-bin,
set yourself free free free free! (uh uh uh)
[chorus]
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Silicon empowers us, (uh) new gene codes rewire us (uh uh uh uh)
Masters tracking my by implant don't know who they're following (uh uh uh)
New chips, new face; new genes, new race;
new sex, new codes; new worlds for old (uh)
[chorus, and fade]
RELATIONSHIPS (Some Love) Cotati, CA 7 Oct 2000
You asked me to wait outside; the lava burnt off my buttocks
I'll never park your car during an eruption again
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You asked me to walk you home; the werewolves ripped out my throat
I'll never take you partying in South Miami again
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You invited me to bed; the aliens probed my rectum, rectum
I'll never take you to abduction seminars again
--
[break]
Some love is too much trouble; some love is not really worth it
[instrumental]
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You asked me to worship with you; a thunderbolt fried me black
I'll never sacrifice to your spirits again, again, again...
MY BABY'S LEFT ME AGAIN (country) Cotati, CA 7 Oct 2000
My baby's left me again, left me alone with my fears
I'm drenched in raspberry rain, glittering under the stars
A lizard is crawling up my back like a taxman in the bad years
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My baby's left me again, left me to drown in my tears
She's laughing while she hits the highlights:
discos, punk pubs, fern bars
I'm abused by administrators, pierced by burning Aztec spears
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My baby's left me again, she shoved me out of her car
Scarabs rolled me up in dung and pushed me down the stair
I sure hope she loves me again, but who knows when or where?
I'M IN LOVE (grunt chant) Forestville CA 8 Oct 2000
I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh)
With the Japanese (uh) synchronized (uh) swim-mi-ing team (uh uh)
Oh Raika! Oh Yuko! Oh Miho! Oh Yoko!
Oh Tachibana, Tachibana, Tachibana!
(uh uh) (uh oh uh oh) (uh oh uh oh)
--
I love you all (uh uh uh uh) I love you all (uh uh uh uh)
I know that you love me too, you splash me those great smiles
You look into my face, you twist (uh) just like dolphins
I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh)
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Don't need Samoan wrestlers, or the Tanu Tuvan goat-hump champ
Just want the wild wet women, who make me feel so damp (uh uh)
You move with matchless grace and splendour, rending me asunder
I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh) I'm in love (uh)
MY PRETTY TERRORIST (pop/bouncy) Forestville CA 8 Oct 2000
You're such a pretty terrorist
I love your pretty guns, your pretty bombs
I love the way you plan your operations
I love your devastated railway stations
I love how you destabilize nations
--
You're such a busy terrorist
I love your energy, your action plans
I love your weapons skills, your suicide pills,
Your close-combat drills, your verified kills,
Your dilated pupils, your camp in the hills
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You're such a canny terrorist
I love your intelligence, your electrified fence
I love the way you structure propaganda
I love how you uncover infiltrators
I love how you terminate everyone but me
--
You're such a dedicated terrorist
I love your program, your dogma, your theory, your purity
I love everything you say, everything you think,
Everything you wear, everything you do
If I get a black beret, can I be a terrorist too?
--
You're such a pretty terrorist, pretty terrorist, pretty terrorist...
Sensorium Cha-Cha-Cha (cha) Forestville CA 11 Oct 2000
(Native American flute, echoes, wind sounds atop congas)
Listen to the wind on the plain
Taste again the blood in the rain
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Listen to the spirits at night
Watch the hot work of birds in flight
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Listen to the screams of the dead
See the dull pictures in my head
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Listen to rabbits running scared
Smell the red foxes running hard
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Listen to life as it moves on
Taste the power of a strong song
THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT GARELAMAISAMA Forestville 19 Oct 1999 - 11 Oct 2000
There's something about Garelamaisama
So calm, so austere, so proud
Whenever I sacrifice to her
I make sure that the victims scream loud-ly
She's my favorite fertility goddess
Ah, bring in a good crop this year
Yes, there's something about Garelamaisama
She's really a goddess to fear
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There's something about Garelamaisama
She rarely ignores our prayers
She takes our enemies to torment
You really don't want to know where
Take your pissant deities, stranger
And whimper your pissant pleas
There's something about Garelamaisama
You'd better get down on your knees
--
There's something about Garelamaisama
She munches on sinners and saints
She loves us with such great profundity
She is what she is which we ain't
Her terrible beauty is dazzling
Her power's beyond your endurance
There's something about Garelamaisama
Submission is just good insurance
MY FAVORITE CRIMES (techno-polka) Forestville CA 17 Oct 2000
(syncopated -- song is E-A -- chorus is E-A-D -- break goes G-F#-F-E)
Dah di da da...
I was practicing on you some new sex crimes,
You were practicing upon me-ee too
We had little funny toys and made lots of noise
And spewed great gobs of very smelly goo
--
(repeat the couplet instrumentally, then do slower chorus)
[chorus] Who defines sex-crimes?
What are your favorite sex-crimes?
D'ya enjoy sex-crimes, sex-crimes?
(repeat chorus instrumentally a few times)
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I was practicing on Serbs some new war crimes,
They were practicing some war-crimes too
We used poison gas, dirty knives and uranium,
For attacking Slavs, Greeks, Gypsies, Jews
--
[chorus] Who defines war-crimes?
What's your favorite war-crime?
D'ya enjoy war-crimes, war-crimes?
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I was practicing on you some new Net crimes,
You were working on some info-crimes too
We've been hacking & cracking & phreaking & phracking,
Anything that'll monkey-wrench the zoo
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[chorus] Who defines Net-crimes?
What's your favorite Net-crime?
D'ya enjoy Net-crimes, Net-crimes?
--
[break] What kind of punishments reward your crimes?
What makes you do all you can do?
What kind of punishment rewards your crime?
What's the best way to blackmail you?
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I was practicing on you some holy crimes,
You were practicing your heresies too
Is your heresy the dominant heresy? Do
I need knives to worship wi-ith you?
--
[chorus] Who defines god-crimes?
What's your favorite god-crime?
D'ya enjoy, god-crimes, god-crimes, god-crimes?
(repeat & fade melody instrumentally)
THE NUKE JIVE (cha-cha) Forestville CA 23 Oct 2000
A little uranium ah-2-3-8
A little uranium ah-2-3-5
A little power of a-love and hate
A little power of the nuke jive, the nuke jive, the nuke jive
The nuke jive, the nuke jive, the nuke jive, baba baba baah-ba
--
A little leak of plu-to-ni-um
A little injection of tri-ti-um
A little fear of atomic bomb
It's a nuke jive, a nuke jive, a nuke jive, cha-cha-cha
A nuke jive, a nuke jive, a nuke jive, da-da-da
--
[BREAK] It's stronger than a microwave,
faster than a Hail Mary!
Deeper than the love I crave;
nuka nuka nuka nuka nuka nuka nuka nuka...
--
A little burning in-to your bones
A little burning in-to your brains
A little burn that drives you quite insane
It's a nuke jive, a nuke jive, a nuke jive, cha-cha-cha
A nuke jive, a nuke jive, a nuke jive, da-da-da
A nuke jive, a nuke jive, a nuke jive...
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