ORDINARY GIRL [mini-tekno] Volcano CA 23 July 2003
[intro:]
Ta ta daah, ta ta ta
Ta ta daah, ta ta ta
Ta ta daah, ta ta ta
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She's just another - ordinary girl
Just another - old cat-goddess
She can't help it if her mother's on crack
She can't help it if dad's in the database
She just wants to live a normal life
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[chorus:] But
Is that even possible?
Is that even possible?
Is that even possible?
Ordinary Girl, da da da
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[intro]
She just lives in an ordinary town
With ordinary streets and ordinary prisons
She can't help it if a meteor strikes
She can't help it if a volcano goes
She just wants to feel some normal woes
[chorus]
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[intro]
She just lives in an ordinary dream
Miniature tarantulas crawling on her brain
She can't help it if the oceans boil
She can't help it if the mountains crack
She just wants to move on ordinary tracks
[chorus]
THE THIRST [rhythmic, spacey] Volcano CA 23 July 2003
The mountains are high above the village
The clouds are high above the mountains
The stars are high above the clouds
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The people are sharp within the village
The worms are sharp within the people
The truth is sharp within the worms
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The rains fall heavy on the village
The stars fall heavy on the rains
The time falls heavy on the stars
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The wind blows lonely thru the village
The sand blows quiet thru the wind
The fear blows evil thru the sand
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The thirst falls sharp on the village
The thirst falls bright in our mouths
The thirst falls heavy in our hearts
NUDE SURFING IN RIGA [moderate] Volcano CA 10 Aug 2003
The curl on Riga Bay is eye-high
The Baltic sun is in the sky
It's much too hot to stay dry
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[chorus:]
Let's go nude surfing in Riga
Must try nude surfing in Riga
Gotta go nude surfing in Riga
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We paddled from Helsinki to Tallinn
We hustled from Tallinn to Virtsu
We sweated from Virtsu to Kolka
[chorus]
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[bridge:]
Chased by great fockin killer whales
Chased by great fockin Russian subs
Chased by great fockin Helsinki girls
Gotta take a break, gotta take a break
Gotta take a break
[instrumental]
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Smoke some hash, eat some trash
Hope that customs don't find our stash
Hangin' it out for that big Baltic Bash
[chorus]
NOTE: The title dates back to about 1990. I'm still looking for the list of titles
I composed that hot summer day in the backyard in Forestville. More to come...
SHE SQUATTED TO PEE [folksy] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
She hitchhiked out to Ayers Rock
The sky was hot, the sky was clear
She drank a beer or maybe three
And squatted to pee, with a little smile
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She rode a launch to the Galapagos
The sun was toasty, the sun was white
She waited til dusk in the scenery
And squatted to pee, by a fringed iquana
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She climbed the trail to Machu Picchu
The rocks were subdued, the rocks were still
She swallowed a pill and looked over at me
And squatted to pee, as the wind picked up
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She plugged her headphones into the box
And slowly walked thru the labyrinth
Her lips formed a kiss, her tongue was the key
And she squatted to pee, at the nexus
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She walked down the beach, shrugged off her dress
Thought of David Koresh and Mother Teresa
And the wheel of karma and synchronicity
And she squatted to pee as the waves rolled in
JUST YOU [bluesy] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
I used to dream of the end of the world
Meteor showers, nuclear war
Volcanoes and earthquakes, fires and floods
Epidemics, starvation and more
I used to dream of the end of the world
Now I only dream of you
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I used to think about Apocalypse
Satan's triumph, God's holy wrath
Exploding planes and crashing ships
Meltdowns and aliens and all sortsa crap
I used to think about Apocalypse
But now I just think about you
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I used to look for the big big picture
For rips in the fabric of reality
For omens and for unholy creatures
For breakdowns in causality
I used to look for the big big picture
Now I only look for you
HERE COMES THE END [steady rock, modulating] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
Here comes the night, I'm feeling alright
Here comes the Moon, not a moment too soon
Here comes the end for you, my friend
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Here comes the sign, it's almost time
Here comes the street, all that walking meat
Here comes the end for you, my friend
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Here comes the cost, I know we're not lost
Here comes the hope, the dope, the rope
Here comes the end for you, my friend
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Here comes the shot, the best I've got
Here comes the blood, it sure tastes good
Here comes the end for you, my friend
Here comes the end for you, my friend
Here comes the end for you, my friend
WHICH WAY TO GO? [techno] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
There's flashing lights moving in the sky, in the sky
We're looking up, they're looking down
Which way they gonna go? Which way they gonna go?
Which way they gonna go? Which way they gonna go?
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We're standing at the border, the border, the border
Of grim theology and psychopathology
Which way we gonna go? Which way we gonna go?
Which way we gonna go? Which way we gonna go?
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There's dark thoughts moving in our brains, in our brains
Of life and death, sex and greed and fear
Which ones are gonna go? Which ones are gonna go?
Which ones are gonna go? Which ones are gonna go?
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We're standing at the edge, at the edge, at the edge
The good have no convictions, the bad have no restrictions
Which way we gonna go? Which way we gonna go?
Which way we gonna go? Which way we gonna go?
A THIN HARVEST [country] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
He'd known her for such a long time
But just, a thin harvest of years
A way of measuring wordly time
By counting the bottles of beer
And wondering when she'd be near
And keeping the memories clear
[chorus:] Just a thin harvest of years
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He'd known her for so many nights
But just, a thin scatter of days
He'd always kept her in his sights
But she was always walking a maze
Working in independent ways
Sometimes lost in the haze
[chorus:] Just a thin scatter of days
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[bridge:]
How did it end? How did it start?
How many polyhedra fill up the heart?
Where are the real and imaginary parts?
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He'd seen her thru so many eyes
But just, a thin harvest of light
So many dreams, so many lies
Her rippled reflection was bright
When he held a glass to the light
And measured his appetite
[chorus:] Just a thin harvest of light
SEVEN SCROLLS [rockish pop] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
Take a package trip to the Holy Land
Vacation bible school in Revelationland
It got seven guides, experts in every way
It got seven seals, what more can I say?
It got seven meals, that's dinner every day
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[chorus:]
It got seven scrolls, that's more than I can count
It got seven scrolls, that's more than I can count
[instrumental]
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Take a holy rowboat down the Jordan
No small-arms fire from Palestinians
It got seven horns, that's omnipotence
It got seven eyes, that's omniscience
It got seven guards, that's only good sense [chorus]
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Take a tour of downtown Jerusalem
Maybe fake ID can bamboozle'em
They got seven trumpets, that a good sign
They got seven drums, they're all pounding time
And seven bullet-holes thru an Egypt-shine [chorus]
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[instrumental]
Take a package trip to the Holy Land
Take a package trip to the Holy Land
Take a package trip to the Holy Land [chorus]
SHOOT THE FOCKERS [light pop] Volcano CA 11 Aug 2003
Outside, the squirrels are yelling
The raccoons are tearing up my stuff
I just wanna shoot the li'l fockers
I just wanna shoot the li'l fockers
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Someone nearby has a chainsaw
Another neighbor's working on engines
I just wanna shoot the big fockers
I just wanna shoot the big fockers
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An RV's weaving down the road
A '64 Plymouth is driving slow
I just wanna shoot the old fockers
I just wanna shoot the old fockers
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Some kid's playing rap real loud
Some punk's acting arrogant and proud
I just wanna shoot the young fockers
I just wanna shoot the young fockers
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Everybody is pissing me off
Everybody is making life tough
I just wanna shoot all the fockers
I just wanna shoot all the fockers
BLACKOUT BLUES [slow boogie] Volcano CA 23 Aug 2003
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when all the lights go out
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when all the lights go out
Ya got nothing to do but stick another beer in your mouth
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when all the electricity's gone
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when all the electricity's gone
An' then ya gotta walk fifty miles on yer way home
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[bridge:]
A saxaphone in the distance, an' traffic rumblin' low
An'tens a'millions a'people who got nowhere else to go
An'the whole goddam world seems to shift to super-slow
[instrumental]
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when civilization falls
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, when civilization falls
An'then ya realize we're all just animals, that's all
NO SEPTEMBER [fast disco] Volcano CA 22 Sept 2003
I just can't believe in September
September just doesn't exist
It's lost somewhere in my nightmares
Like a toadstool that's never been kissed
I just can't believe in September
Maybe that's because I'm pissed
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I just can't believe in September
It's like a smoke cloud on the hills
Lost in the flickering heat
Lost in a sandstorm of pills
I just can't believe in September
Don't say that I'm mentally ill
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I just can't believe in September
It's like Santa Claus or raw honesty
A rumor of time in the making
A terror of time breaking free
I just can't believe in September
Excuse me, I've gotta go pee
TOO CLOSE, TOO FAR [moderate thump] Jackson CA 1 Oct 2003
[steady background of TOO CLOSE, TOO FAR
it gets louder in-between verses]
There's a buncha people smokin' out in front of the bar
There's a buncha people smokin' out in front of the bar
They don't look at me as I drive by in my car
I don't drive too fast and I don't drive too far
And I don't look too far ahead
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There's a buncha old people pushing shopping carts
And they're worried about drugs
and they're worried about their hearts
And they're worried about drugs
and they're worried about their hearts
I wonder if they can afford all the spare parts
And they don't move too far apart
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There's a buncha people running past my door
They're shouting about garbage and taxes and war
And I don't know what they're running for
And I don't know what they're running for
I don't follow too close anymore
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There's a big crowd of candidates shouting at me
Each one claiming that they'll set me free
Not any one of'em can climb a focking tree
I don't follow what I can't see
I don't follow what I can't see
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There's a short list of thoughts inside my head
Some are alive and some are quite dead
Some are pale yellow, some are bright red
Some are pale yellow, some are bright red
I don't follow too close what I've said
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There's a buncha people smokin' out in front of the bar
They don't look at me as I drive by in my car
They don't look at me as I drive by in my car
I don't drive too fast and I don't drive too far
And I don't look too far ahead
DO THE WORM [tecno] Volcano CA 2 Oct 2003
Ya crawl around here, ya crawl around there
Ya crawl on yer belly damn near everywhere
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[chorus:]
Ya do the WORM [wavy sound]
Ya do the WORM [wavy sound]
Ya do the WORM [wavy sound]
Ya do the WORM [wavy sound]
[instrumental]
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Ya wiggle wiggle here, ya wiggle wiggle there
Ya wiggle like a worm with yer butt in the air
[chorus]
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Ya roll around here, ya roll around there
Ya roll together, get the dirt in her hair
[chorus]
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Ya squirm around here, ya squirm around there
Ya squirm like a worm, and ya ain't got a care
[chorus]
YOU JUST HAVE TO [fast thump] Volcano CA 3 Oct 2003
[fast beat - DAH da dah da DAH da dah da DAH da dah da]
[each line is a decending Am-G-F-E bass pattern]
You don't have to tell me that you're so sad
You don't have to tell me that I'm so bad
You don't have to act as if you've gone mad
You just have to take your clothes off
You just have to take your clothes off
You just have to take your clothes off
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You don't have to say I can't be trusted
You don't have to say you've been abducted
You don't have to say your implant's rusted
You just have to take your wires out
You just have to take your wires out
You just have to take your wires out
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You don't have to test-out positive
You don't have to do something permanent
You don't have to be so predictable
You just have to turn your mind off
You just have to turn your mind off
You just have to turn your mind off
THE SPACE WHORE'S 23rd POETIC FANTASY RANT [slow rock] Freehold NJ 21 Dec 2003
Thru time and tide we roll the dice
Thru fire and ice we pay the price
Thru fire and ice we roll the ride
Thru negligence and homicide
Benevolence and cowardice
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[chorus:]
Space Whores on parade!
Space Whores on parade!
Space Whores on parade!
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There is a gate we dare not open
Set in walls dissolved in petrol
Dimensional floor and chemical door
Windows washed with acid rain
Foreclosed mortgage of the House of Pain
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Thru time and space we run the race
And information keeps us loose
Nothing prepares us for the news
The past and present lost in space
The past and future in your face
WELCOME TO AMERICA [fast rock] Englishtown NJ 28 Dec 2003
Walking thru the mall, stoned
Revolution postponed
Reinforcing fantasy
Seeing you and me
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[chorus:]
Welcome to America, the land of the free
Home of the mini-mall and cable TV
Welcome to America, be what ya wanna be
Just don't wanna be very much
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Pierced ears, pierced noses
Pierced brains, pierced toses
Redefining extasy
Feeling you and me [chorus]
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Sneaking thru the food court
Bagel dogs and red port
Reinventing normalcy
Tasting you and me [chorus]
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Sex toys and hex toys
Shoplifting GameBoys
Relinquishing liberty
Busting you and me [chorus]
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[repeat first verse]
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