I WANNA [fast jerky klezmer] Santa Rosa, CA (Passover) 28 March 2002
I wanna KISS ya, I'll never MISS ya
I'll never DIS ya, da da da da
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I wanna SPREAD ya, I'll never DEAD ya
Hear what I SAID ya, da da da da
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[break:]
Our love is like, rain on a stone
Our love is like, blood on a bone
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I wanna THRILL ya, I wanna PILL ya
I wanna TAKE ya, all the way home
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Da da da DA da, da da da DA da,
Da da da DA da, da da da da
I'LL NEVER BEG FOR YOUR [slow slide] Midpines, CA (Easter Sunday) 31 March 2002
When the moon is in the shadows
And the hand is in the glove
And disaster's on our shoulders
I'll never beg for your love
I'll never beg for your love
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When the deer are in the forest
And the bad is on the good
And the fires are burning hot, hot
I'll never beg for your food
I'll never beg for your food
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[bridge:]
I don't want forgiveness
I don't want fame
I don't want fresh flesh
Don't even want your name
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When the spiders are lost in the forest
And the moth is bright in the flame
And the tide's lost in the waters
I'll never beg for your name
I'll never beg for your name
(Go On And) KILL YER TV [fast rock] Midpines, CA (Easter Sunday) 31 March 2002
Turn on the TV, what do ya see?
Earnest mouthing faces working at ya
Turn off the sound, what does it matter?
Dancing around mouthing soundless chatter
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[chorus:] Go on and kill yer TV
Go on and kill yer TV
Go on and kill yer TV
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Turn on the radio, what does it say?
A million mindless sounds spewing out at ya
Talking and squalking and flocking like birds
Filling the air with wordy turds [chorus]
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Turn on the playback, what is there now?
Bobbling bouncing stuff that goes nowhere
Some psychic dreams, some soundless guillotine
Taking your last thought, your last air [chorus]
THE IDIOT [moderate hip-hop] Midpines, CA (Easter Sunday) 31 March 2002
I left the computer on, naked women on the screen
Boy it sure pissed off my wife, boy it turned her really mean
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Boy I sure got drunk that night, boy I sure got foolish (foolish)
Boy I'm sure attractive (Hah!), when I sit there drooling (drooling)
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Boy, watch the years go by; boy you ain't no more a boy
Watch erosion eat yer thinking, watch erosion eat yer joy
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Boy don't leave no evidence, boy don't leave no consequences
Boy don't leave it like it is, boy start mending fences (fences)
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Boy you got yer knickers down, boy you got yer knickers down
Boy you got yer knickers down, boy you got yer knickers down
I AIN'T A COWBOY [western, quiet] Santa Rosa, CA 2 April 2002
I ain't a cowboy, I never been one
That ain't a real horse; this ain't a real gun
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That ain't real bullshit you're steppin' in now
This ain't no real bull; that ain't no real cow
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There's nothin' peaceful 'bout home on the range
It's never homely, it's only strange
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Only a moron sings "Yippee-ki-yi-yo!"
Only a moron with nowhere to go
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I ain't a cowboy, I never been one
That ain't a real horse; this ain't a real gun
I THINK I'LL (It's Spring) [bluesy, slow] Santa Rosa, CA 8 April 2002
It's another spring day
Flowers bursting out all over
But you aren't here anymore
I think I'll eat worms and die
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Another beautiful spring day
Birds and bees courting madly
But you left me for a cabbie
I think I'll take dope and die
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[bridge:] Every spring is another thing
A time of renewel, a time of rejection
Without, without you here to grab
I might as well go for vivisection
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Spring is here in full force
I'm sneezing like a horse
There's no more you and I
I think I'll eat shit and die, die, die
HEY, LI'L GIRL! (Unseen) [bouncy pop] Jackson, CA 18 April 2002
Hey li'l girl, I really want you
You don't even know it's true
You don't even know I'm here
The unseen eye is watching you
The unseen eye is watching you
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Hey li'l girl, let's eat Chinese
Dim sum, sweet-sour, or mu-shu
Or Mongolian Barbeque
The unseen hand is feeding you
The unseen hand is feeding you
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[arhythmic break:] Hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl
Hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl
Hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl, hey li'l girl
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Now you've gone to take a shower
Hey li'l girl, I followed you
Scrubbed your thoughts for many hours
The unseen mind is thinking you
The unseen mind is thinking you
The unseen mind is thinking you
SHE SAID, LEMURIA [slow bluesy pop] Santa Rosa, CA 20 April 2002
She said, "Listen to me, now don't let is worry ya
I ain't lost in madness or eaten by hysteria
But when I was young, I lived in Lemuria"
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She said, "We were civilized, we never tried to bury ya
We worked with reality, not phantasmagoria
It was lotsa fun, growing up in Lemuria"
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She said, "It's all gone now, it sank fast and furia
But I can't forget the gold, the glitter and the gloria
It's all been downhill since we lost Lemuria"
INFINITY [fast blues] Santa Rosa, CA 21 April 2002
Earth air, water, fire
Time ether love, desire
Infinity, even more
Infinity, even more
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Cold rain, winter rain
Run down the concrete drain
Infinity, and some pain
Infinity, and some pain
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Good bad, bad and good
All over my neighborhood
Infinity, cut in wood
Infinity, cut in wood
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Cold soft, lifeless rain
Old Ray Bradbury rain
Infinity, just the same
Infinity, just the same
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I want to see you smile
Just for a little while
Infinity goes on trial
Infinity goes on trial
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And now we're at the end
Death rides the winter wind
Infinity is my friend
Infinity is my friend
The JESUS-LOVES-ME Waltz GODZ [hymn] Clements, CA 23 April 2002
Jesus loves me and so does the priest
They rub me all over and tickle my teeth
They spray me with sacred bodily fluids
O it's so good to be Catholic
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[chorus:]
O it's so good to be Catholic
O it's so good to be Catholic
O it's so good to be Catholic
The Vatican tells me so
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Jesus loves me and I love Jesus
He never teases, He always pleases
He washes me with his holy juices
O it's so good to be Catholic [chorus]
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Jesus loves me and so dies the Pope
He gives me instruction, he give me hope
He splashes me with his holy water
O it's so good to be Catholic [chorus]
H0US3 0F G0D GODZ [hymn] Santa Rosa, CA 23 April 2002
The churches and temples and mosques
Fill to fat overflowing
With liars, accountants and thieves
With warriors and fears and delusions
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The houses of some god or other
Are painted with blood, with song
Are strewn with smoking corpses
Are perfumed by the wind
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The chambers of somebodys' gods
Fill up like slot-car parlors
On a championship race day
And flood with electricity
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I would fill them with chocolate
With rivers and rivets and ravens
With ether and bad economics
With every moth in the world
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I would fill them with silence
With warm dreams and honesty
I don't know if there is time
Before we evaporate
OUT IN JOSHUA TREE [metal] Santa Rosa, CA 23 April 2002
Out in Joshua Tree, up on a rock
Sucking cool dust and wind and sun
Chasing the lizards and the lizards chase me
Out in Joshua Tree, out in Joshua Tree
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Out in Joshua Tree, under the sun
Under the jojobas and the smoke trees and pain
Eating the datura and datura eats me
Out in Joshua Tree, out in Joshua Tree
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[bridge:] Be there like a cactus wren
Be there any time before ten
It gets holy now and then
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Out in Joshua Tree, naked and free
Running the wash in Music Valley
Desert catalpa makes a fool out of me
Out in Joshua Tree, out in Joshua Tree
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Out in Joshua Tree, the wind smells like rain
The sand smells like life, the roads smell like ruin
I'm up on a rock, gotta reach for my name
Out in Joshua Tree, out in Joshua Tree
CALL ME G0D GODZ [rap] Santa Rosa, CA 23 April 2002
It was just a few thousand years ago
I created the universe, don't ya know?
Ya can call me G0D, ya can kiss my butt
Cause I made the world like a coconut
All wet inside, all hairy outside
And I give the fleas a hairy ride
Yes I give that nut a hairy spin
And they all fall off and fall back on again
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So my name is Jehovah, ya can call me G0D
Or Jupitar or Zeus or Isis or Lod
Just give me yer hearts and yer hands and yer souls
And I'll keep ya out of some hellaceous holes
Ya that's the bargain, ya that's the deal
The only way offa the eternal wheel
Just be my slave, just be my slave
That's the only damn way that you can be saved
YOUR LOVE IS WHAT I WANT [mod.pop] Santa Rosa, CA 24 April 2002
[chorus:]
Like a banana fried in butter, your love has fried my brain
Like an iguana in the gutter, your love has gone down the drain
Like the circus that just left town, your love has left me down
But like a Moroccan restaurant, your love is what I want
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I said HI, you said BYE, I wanna die
I said YO, you said NO, just one peso
Never this, never that, never mind [chorus]
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You grabbed me, I grabbed you, what to do?
You stabbed me, I stabbed you, now don't argue
Always this, always that, always whatever [chorus]
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I hit high, you hit low, we gotta go
No more fear, no more beer, the end is near
I said HI, you said BYE, I wanna die [chorus]
WHEN THE ALIENS CAME [folk-rock] Santa Rosa, CA 24 April 2002
O when the aliens came, I barely noticed
O when the aliens came, I wasn't surprised
O when the aliens came, I kept on computing
O when the aliens came, O when the aliens came
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O when the aliens came, someone launched the missiles
They pushed'em away like a pile of junk
O when the aliens came, the press got excited
O when the aliens came, O when the aliens came
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O when the aliens came, the sun kept on shining
And the smog even cleared up a little
O when the aliens came, we had a holiday
O when the aliens came, O when the aliens came
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[bridge:] So you expected evil aliens?
So you were afraid of hungry aliens?
So you thought they'd be worse than globalization?
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O when the aliens came, they lit up some dope
O when the aliens came, they went on TV
They babbled and giggled and drooled and wiggled
O when the aliens came, O when the aliens came
TIME IS THE BRIDGE [bluesy] Santa Rosa, CA 27 April 2002
I walked to the edge and I looked back to where I'd been
My time is the bridge I burned behind me
You kissed my cheek and bit my ear and poured me out some gin
Your time is the bridge you burned behind you
We know we'll never ever ever be back here again
Our time is the bridge we burn behind us
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I pulled out a coin and threw it out into space
My love is the load I left behind me
You pulled out my genes and reprogrammed my DNAs
Your love is the load you left behind you
We'll never find the answers, we'll never find the peace
Our love is the load we leave behind us
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I looked back at my life, but it's lost in the mist
My life is the pain I put behind me
You slapped me on the face and then you reached out to be kissed
Your life is the pain you left behind you
Our time only tracks everything that we have missed
Our time is the bridge we burn behind us
Our time is the bridge we burn behind us
ANOTHER LATE NIGHT [techno] Santa Rosa, CA 27 April 2002
Another late night with the old TV
A handful of channels, nothing fits (fits, fits)
Old cop shows and infomercials (infomercials)
GIRLS GONE WILD on channel six
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[chorus:] Another late night, another late night
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Another late night in the old library
A handful of books and nothing new (new, new)
Old science fiction and paranormal bullshit
SEX WORSHIP from 1932 [chorus]
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Another late night on the old Internet
Dialup connexion and it's all slow (slow, slow)
Pop-under ads and he-she porn (porn, porn)
Can the spam or offline I'll go [chorus] [sounds]
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Another late night with what's in my head
Nothing is silent, nothing is said (said)
Free-form fantasies, all in yellow and red
And maybe sometime I'll get to sleep [chorus]
THE GRINGO TRAIL [latinesque] Santa Rosa, CA 28 April 2002
I took a drip down south, down the Gringo Trail this year
I drank a lot of mezcal, I drank a lot of beer
I chased some latin poontang, and had a lot of fun
O the Gringo Trail is fun for everyone
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I drank a lot of mezcal, I drank a lot of beer
I didn't see the riots, or hear the disappeared
I didn't meet the torturers, neither straight or queer
O the Gringo Trail is fun all thru the year
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I bought a lot of native crafts, the pottery and weavings
I never saw the death squads, or stumbled on their leavings
I drank a lot of beer and mezcal every evening
O the Gringo Trail is fun 'most every evening
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So when you need a break, just take the Pan Am south
Don't worry 'bout the drug lords or the armies or the drought
Or the hundreds of millions who live from hand to mouth
O the Gringo Trail is fun when you go south
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