FOOD FIGHT [hip-hop] Santa Rosa, CA 19 Feb 2002
If you are what you eat
Then she's a bag of meat
Slurps it down, red and raw
At the table, on the floor
Takes it hot, takes it cold
Takes it fresh, takes it old
Never puts it to the test
Just as long as it's hot flesh
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[chorus:] Food fight! Food fight! Food fight!
Food fight! Food fight! Food fight! Food fight!
Food fight! Food fight! Food fight! Food fight!
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If you eat what you are
Then I'm some kind of artichoke
Pulled out of the dirt
Pulled apart and hurting
Shipped and flipped and tripped
Spiced and sliced and flash-fried
Stuffed and marinated
Still rough around the edges [chorus]
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You look good enough to eat
I could eat you in my sleep
Standing up or bending down
On the ocean, in a blown-out
Pizzeria on the edge
of night, the edge of light
You could eat me too, like
Anything that you like [chorus]
SHE'S SO HUNGRY [samba] Volcano, CA 10 Mar 2002
[chromatic E-A progression, light guitar]
She thought about cooking him
Sauteed with fresh herbs and mushrooms
She pulled out her frying pan
She's so hungry
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She thought about eating him
Washing every morsel down
She uncorked a jug of Zin
She's so hungry
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She thought she could eat his soul
Did he have a soul to eat?
She got up and set the table
She's so hungry
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[instrumental]
[freely:] What powers do you gain by devouring someone?
Do you suck-up sacred powers by devouring a saint?
And if the saint has tofu flesh,
a tomato heart, a cabbage brain?
How often do you go devouring cabbage brains (brains)?
[instrumental]
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She's so hungry, she's so hungry, she's so hungry
She's so hungry, she's so hungry, she's so hungry
She's so hungry, she's so hungry, she's so hungry
THE HOMINID TRATTORIA [rave] Santa Rosa, CA 13 Mar 2002
The Hominid Trattoria, the Hominid Trattoria,
the Hominid Trattoria
The Hominid Trattoria, the Hominid Trattoria,
the Hominid Trattoria
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Organic people sauteed in herbs, the Hominid Trattoria
A menu with too many verbs, the Hominid Trattoria
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Nice risotto with fingertips, the Hominid Trattoria
Sabayon topped with rosy lips, the Hominid Trattoria
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Fried zucchinis with sliced penis, the Hominid Trattoria
Eyeballs stuffed with lemon anchovies, the Hominid Trattoria
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Homo sapiens carpaccio, the Hominid Trattoria
Prefrontal lobes in fried ricotta, the Hominid Trattoria
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Drink that wine-red blood again, the Hominid Trattoria
Little sips of little women, the Hominid Trattoria
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Butcher patrons who don't pay, the Hominid Trattoria
We'll have YOU for lunch today, the Hominid Trattoria
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The Hominid Trattoria, the Hominid Trattoria,
the Hominid Trattoria
The Hominid Trattoria, the Hominid Trattoria,
the Hominid Trattoria
THE SACRED TEMPLE OF YOUR BODY Santa Rosa, CA 14 Mar 2002
Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead animals,
Dead animals, dead animals?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead vegetables,
Dead vegetables, dead vegetables?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead minerals,
Dead minerals, dead minerals?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead aliens,
Dead aliens, dead aliens?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead deities,
Dead deities, dead deities?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your body
With the flesh of dead machinery,
Dead machinery, dead machinery?
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Do you dare to desecrate
The sacred temple of your brain
With the flesh of dead ideas,
Dead ideas, dead ideas?
I'M A LITTLE VENUS FLYTRAP [techno] Santa Rosa, CA 14 Mar 2002
I'm a little venus flytrap
I'm a little insect-eater
I could almost be a Frenchman
I'm a happy carnivore
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No-one questions flytrap morals
No-one tells me to go vegan
No-one tries to feed me tofu
I'm no vegetarian
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I'm a little venus flytrap
Feel my muscles, feel my teeth
Feel my strong digestive juices
Feed me some raw beef
SCREW THE CHOLESTEROL [punk] Santa Rosa, CA 17 Mar 2002
Screw the cholesterol, screw the cholesterol
Screw the cholesterol, gimmee some meat
Gimmee some meat, gimmee some meat
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Screw the vitamins, screw the vitamins
Screw the vitamins, gimme some fries
Gimme some fries, gimme some fries
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Screw the hangover, screw the hangover
Screw the hangover, gimmee some rum
Gimmee some rum, gimmee some rum
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Screw hallucinations, screw hallucinations
Screw hallucinations, I wanna tweak
I wanna tweak, I wanna tweak
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Screw the diseases, screw the diseases
Screw the diseases, I wanna fuck
I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck
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Screw the reality, screw the reality
Screw the reality, gimme some god
Gimme some god, gimme some god
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Screw the cholesterol, screw the cholesterol
Screw the cholesterol, gimmee some meat
Gimmee some meat, gimmee some meat
Gimmee some meat, gimmee some meat...
WASHING, BRUSHING, SCRUBBING (Vegetarian Death) [jazzy] Midpines, CA (Easter Sunday) 31 March 2002
She's washing out brown fragments from her teeth
She's brushing Zinamon Stoli from her breath
She's scrubbing out all that vindaloo curry
She's washing away vegetarian death
She's washing away vegetarian death
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She's brushing out all the trail brambles
She's scrubbing off climbing happiness
She's washing away all the trail sweat
She's brushing away vegetarian death
She's brushing away vegetarian death
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[bridge:] She's got the protein, she's got the muscles
Like hot fast trail mix, like thick icicles
She's got the strength, she's got the stamina
And na na na na na na na na...
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She's scrubbing memories of last night's party
She lost her mind and she lost her dress
Ate some beef jerky, and now she's ruined
She's scrubbing away vegetarian death
She's scrubbing away vegetarian death
She's scrubbing away vegetarian death
I was crossing over, yes I was crossing over
I was looking for my lover, I was looking for my lover
It took all day and it took all night
When I was crossing over, yes when I was crossing over
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It took all day and it took all night
And I got so hungry, yes I got so hungry
I didn't have time to go back for a burger
Now I'm eating with the dead, yes I'm eating with the dead
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I was so afraid about eating with the dead
I thought we would eat worms and other nasty things
But now I know the fear were all in my head
We ate quacamole and chicken wings
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And then we had Big Macs and fried mozzarella
It sure was comfortable, eating with the dead
Then Hopi fried bread and triple-sausage pizza
It's sure Fat City to be eating with the dead
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Then we washed it down with vodka and we started all over
And I started to get nervous about eating with the dead
With all that booze and all that fat
It's no wonder that they're dead, it's no wonder that they're dead
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So when you're crossing over, yes when you're crossing over
Don't eat with the dead, no don't eat with the dead
It's very unhealthy and bad for your liver
To be eating with the dead, to be eating with the dead
VEGGIE MURDER (It's So Unnatural) [bobsy] Volcano, CA 4 May 2002
I want to eat a / Nice juicy eggplant
Don't want no eggplant to de-vour me
I want to slurp a / Nice rat-a-tooie
Don't want no stew that wants to eat me
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[chorus:]
It's so unnatural / When plants eat people
It's so unnatural / Like Xian metal
It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural
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I want to dine on / Barbeque tofu
Don't want no soybeans that drool and chomp
Some nice asparagus / With rice and capers
No manic okra, chase me into the swamp
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[chorus:]
It's so unnatural / When plants eat people
It's so unnatural / Like being celibate
It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural
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I want to have an / Organic diet
Don't eat no Whoppers for 99 cents
Now don't you charge me / With veggie murder
I swear, I swear, it was self-defense
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[chorus:]
It's so unnatural / When plants eat people
It's so unnatural / Like voting twice
It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural
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[instrumental]
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[chorus:]
It's so unnatural / When plants eat people
It's so unnatural / Like Rin-Tin-Tin
It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural / It's so unnatural
VEGETABLES AND WATER AND DIRT AND SUN [folky] Santa Rosa, CA 21 June 2002
Think of cheap rum, and again, and again
Think of an avacado as your friend
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[chorus:]
And you'll know that good stuff can be done
With vegetables and water and dirt and sun
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Think of adobe, you lazy shit (lazy shit)
Think of the artichokes planted around it [chorus]
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Think of zucchini as sexual objects
Think of run'n'cocoa-coated insects [chorus]
(Here Is) MY DREAM OF YOU [hot cha-cha] Santa Rosa, CA 7 July 2002
[Cubano-Congo-Rock chords: GCA-GDG]
Here is a tangerine, here is a magazine
Here is your silver fork, here is a side of pork
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[chorus:] Here is my dream, here is my dream, of you
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Here is the end of day, here is your Tanqueray
Here is your silver knife, here is a wasted life [chorus]
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[bridge:] I dream of you and I want to cry
And now I need a new alibi, alibi
[instrumental]
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Here is your first unborn, here are the clothes you've worn
Here is your silver spoon, scooping up rage and ruin [chorus]
CRABS! CRABS! YUM! YUM! [gumbo boogie] Santa Rosa, CA 7 July 2002
Gonna hunt for crabs, gonna hunt for crabs
Gonna hunt for crabs, gonna hunt for crabs
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[chorus:] Crabs crabs yum yum
Crabs crabs yum yum, Crabs crabs yum yum
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Gonna catch some crabs, gonna catch some crabs
Gonna catch some crabs, gonna catch some crabs [chorus]
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Gonna cook some crabs, gonna cook some crabs
Gonna cook some crabs, gonna cook some crabs [chorus]
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Gonna eat some crabs, gonna eat some crabs
Gonna eat some crabs, gonna eat some crabs [chorus]
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Gonna burp some crabs, gonna burp some crabs
Gonna burp some crabs, gonna burp some crabs [chorus]
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Gonna shit some crabs, gonna shit some crabs
Gonna shit some crabs, gonna shit some crabs [chorus]
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Gonna hunt for crabs, gonna hunt for crabs
Gonna hunt for crabs, gonna hunt for crabs [chorus]
KILL YOUR TOMATOES [rocker] Santa Rosa, CA 26 July 2002
It's vegetable time and you're ready for blood, so
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
They say they're alive, but to you they're just food, so
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
It makes ya feel good, it puts ya right in the mood, yeah!
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
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[chorus:]
Don't kill'em with kindness, don't kill'em with love
Just stomp those tomatoes like God from above
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Label'em terrorists or maybe they're atheists
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
Or they're all Republicans, or dirty rotten Commies
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
Yeah you're so justified, add'em to your death list
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes [chorus]
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It's vegetable time and you're feeling the heat, so
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
Yer head's fulla hormones, yer heart's fulla meat, so
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
So strap football cleats on your happy feet (happy feet)
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
Go kill your tomatoes, go kill your tomatoes
TELEPATHIC BEETS [celtic] Santa Rosa, CA 28 July 2002
Telepathic beets are reading my mind
Taking whatever pleasures they find
Eating my brain, leaving only the rind
Telepathic beets are reading my mind
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Telepathic beets are sucking my soul
Sending my spirits down into a hole
Sitting back laughing and watching me drool
Telepathic beets are sucking my soul
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Telepathic beets have infested my spine
Eating my ribs and making me whine
Leaving a husk that crumbles and shines
Telepathic beets have infested my spine
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Telepathic beets determine my fate
Drive me to frenzy until it's too late
Shredding my future like broken freight
Telepathic beets determine my fate
Telepathic beets determine my fate
NO SHORTAGE OF MEAT [hillbilly] Santa Rosa, CA 30-31 July 2002
I went to sleep the other night
Like sleeping with the damned
And all the sins they suffered for
Just vanished from my hand
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[chorus:]
I eat what I kill aned I kill what I eat
And there's never any shortage of meat
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And then I had a terrible dream
I dreamt that I was human
And everything my neighbors did
Was because they were ashamed [chorus]
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When I woke I was a tuna fish
Which surprised the heck outa me
And everywhere I tried to go
Was further out to sea [chorus]
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I chased and ate the little fish
Big fish and sharks chased me
So everyone eats everyone
And then we have to die [chorus]
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We're all in the web of life
A rough immortality
On land and in the air and water
Always in somebody's belly [chorus]
BRAIN SALAD PIE [Celtic waltz w/ flute] Ignacio, CA 18 Dec 2002
It LOOKS like pudding, it LOOKS like jello
It LOOKS like Brain Salad Pie
It's WARM and comforting, BRIGHT and nourishing
Wonderful Brain Salad Pie
[flute part]
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It's CHOPPED and quivering, SHINY and shivering
Beautiful Brain Salad Pie
It's SHOCKING delicious and OH SO nutritious
That wonderful Brain Salad Pie
[flute part]
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[chorus: low, slow] Brain Salad Pie
Brain Salad Pie, Brain Salad Pie...
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Oh I'D LIKE some seconds, and I'D LIKE some thirds
And I'D LIKE some fourths, if you please
This BRAIN Salad Pie is the NOVEAU Cuisine
That just brings me down to my knees
[flute part][chorus]
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So TELL MacDonalds and WENDY'S and BURGER King
HOW to grab CUStomers' eyes
It's REALLY quite simple, just ADD to their menus
Some wonderful Brain Salad Pie
[flute part][chorus]
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