| Bad Energy Ballad of Mexico Beercan Big Stompin Mama Blackfire Choked Our Death Blackhole Blue Cross Bogusflow Bogusflow (version 2) Bogus Soul Bottle of Blues Brother Burnt Orange Peel Burro |
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talkin' a lotta shit...got a lotta shit on my mind got some bad feelings on me (mumble) fast, fast people comin' to my house tellin' me things that I already know some bad shit don't wanna touch it it's like a big empty city full of toasters bad energy (background voice) hey, I know who you are, but you don't know me...hahaha! yea, yea, yea I know that I know that guy, man. that's the guy, man...hehehe! I know that guy. yeah, ??? you comin' to me man, you talkin' to me man? I make a problem for you, my friend...hahaha! I know man, make a problem very quick...very quick
Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside dancing women throwing plates decapitating their laughing dates swirling chickens caught in flight out of focus much too bright coming down shiny teeth game show suckers trying to bleed but I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love How you like me now pretty good going on,feeling strong I quit my job blowing leaves telephone bills up my sleeves choking like a one man dustbowl freedom rock slimeball talking in code we went down lit up the shack grab me a beer out of the sack everybody bent over twice painting the walls throwing some dice leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief and they were singing like this winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm hungry now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah scraping off the attitude old man eating all my food don't be kind don't be rude just shake your boots and let it all get loose oh yeah my goodness fluffy clouds jumping rainbows fluffy clouds I'm sad jumping rainbows a soft and snuggly place [repeat] fluffy clouds I'm sad and unhappy winos throwing Frisbees at the sun put my soul between a bun now I'm horny now I'm drunk now I'm running like a flaming pig oh yeah, I like it like that oh that is cold somebody put a flame-thrower on that oh my goodness take me down to the depot buddy put me down on the bus oh yeah I like it like that somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass hey hey hey uh-huh what's happenin'
lightning burned the field black fire choked our breath (???) in the kitchen sand poured through the walls we looked to one another the children shut their mouths the whirling and the turning of destruction filled our house the blood-thirsty yearning clamored all about us darkness rose up from the floor like a demon fearful of the death that buckled through our minds shaken to the core foresaken and unkind well the sun came a-shinin' and the dust did settle down birds and jack-rabbits lay dead on the ground electricity trembled in the sky sparks shot forward causing us to fly ...take some breakfast but the grit was in our food and everywhere around us starvation broke on through my husband stood a-starin' at the plentiful disaster god was in his eyes but death was in his heart dried up whiskey chickens in the house stolen car stereo cholesterol on your mouth stolen car stereo snowman all in flames deluxe cockroach tellin me what's real black sabbath playin' I wake up in my socks candle all a-burnin her face is on tv
windy, windy looking for a better home got me, got me runnin' out of lightbulbs cloudy, cloudy open to a wastecan yellow car, yellow car better be inside there wake up, wake up nothin's gonna harm you glass wall, glass wall standin' on the furniture little boy, little boy layin' on a sleeping bag watching, watching through the cracks of his eyelids stranger, stranger feeling on a broken stone (???) lost him, lost him standin' on the orange chairs alphabet, alphabet can't afford a telephone black hole, black hole nothin's gonna harm you
She's a blue cross (x4) she's a burning lawn she's dead and gone she's here and now she's hangin around she's a blue cross (x4) she's a liquor store she's a apple core she's a camel hair she's a golden chair she's a blue cross (x4) she's a silver star she's a stolen car she's a milky way she's an old ashtray she's a blue cross (x4) she's a blue cross (x4)
[the words are almost identical to version on Stereopathetic Soulmanure]
(now brothers and sisters,...(?) in Vietnam... and I want you all to be singing while I'm pickin up these herbs here...) Big stompin mama with a can of ? thick gold chain wrapped around your neck bottle of pain plate in the wedge ?????? big stompin mama with a big check comin discount finger with a ring all around it stump-back dog cake eatin up blood (?) steamboat blowin up the gale all the mud gettin what ya need off a broke-face weasel and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach she's a lover she's a money-squeezin never-please-her all night long
monkey see, monkey die laminate your face and paste it up into the sky cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's completely rancid and beautiful like a forcefield of multiplying meat cut a hole in the floor to see just how close to hell we're standin' time shoots forward in your skull scattered to the four winds chucked in a bucket riding lampost, moldy toast excitement level: zero rock the casbah, bring the noise amplified dishwashers exploring the boring to the core people with cordless personalities runnin' around in new wave bionic jogging suits california white boy sound rocket-powered and nailed to the ground new age, old age totally lame straight to the middle of the road rewind the tape play the whole thing backwards with the sound completely turned off
monkey see, monkey die laminate your face and paste it up into the sky 'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's completely rancid and beautiful like a dishrag laying in the street uptight beyond belief cut a hole in the floor to see how close to hell we're standing got the travelling vitamin C blues police lady staring at my shoes holy ghost, moldy toast riding lampost excitement level: zero rock the casbah, bring the noise pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core adults with cordless personalities running around in new wave bionic jogging suits (spoken: ... gimme some of that noise) California white boy sound rocket-powered and nailed into the ground new age, old age-- completely totally lame straight to the middle of the road just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards with the sound completely turned all the way off
fuckin' on my... fuckin' on my floor fuckin' off fuckin' talkin to me fuckin' talkin to me...ohhhh and I won't (?) and I tell how the people they want my soul they wanna touch me with my finger oh, they feel...oooohhhhh I wanna think I wanna feel I don't got no tail I rock n roll my rack n roll I've got the soul I've got the soul ????, etc.
i just found me a bottle of blues some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you and i've been waiting for a year, a day some strange weather must be blowin' my way cause i got no mind to go or to stay, or be left behind holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues egos drone and pose alone like black balloons all banged and blown on a backwoods river the infidels shiver in the stench of belief i tell my momma i'm a hundred years late i'm over the rails and out of the race and the crippled psalms of an age that won't thaw are ringing in my ears holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose these bottle of blues i just found me a bottle of blues some strange comfort for a soul to soothe ain't it hard, ain't it hard, to want somebody who doesn't want you holdin' hands with an impotent dream in a brothel of fake energy put a nickel in the graveyard machine i get higher and lower i get higher and lower like a tired soldier with nothin' to shoot and nowhere to lose this bottle of blues bottle of blues
brother are you really here? the package I received is gone are you a phantom detective can you read my soul backwards? I will glide with you if you are a backwards ghost I will hire you brother are you really home holy as a blessed worm paradise ambassador; bring me to your room and I will throw you rocks today "watch them pass right through" you say "this is not a game or test we both have done some grievin'" brother with your vast reward treasury who can't afford surgeries in innocence abounds and I have read in paper books my eyes are glands on twisted hooks never have I felt or looked so sorry for you now brother are you trained to spy one eye open, one eye dry? when I die will you be my neighbor? tell me things I'd like to know dress it up from head to toe let them know to and fro, from here and tomorrow brother are you really here? the message I received is gone are you a phantom detective? can you read my soul backwards? I will glide with you if you are a backwards ghost I will hire you
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Long ago things to be Ive got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands nobody cares what i do Long ago things to do I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew I've got work to get done I've got work to get done nobody knows where to run I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice I've got trees to drink but they smell so nice don't give me the flu nobody knows I'm with you back and forth I dodge a fly like a feather in the sky write me out a check give me all your cash nobody knows, so just go home
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Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van pongalo junto invitacion extraño. Despierto, alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros, acendemos en la tarde y recuerdo tu sonrisa, donde el viento salvaje hay algo vacio cuando empieza. Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas cabos, sueltos enlazan mi cabeza Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van pongalo junto invitacion extraño. (Evacuacion cerebral y recopilacion a texto por Carlos "De Neptuno" o "el beckeriano".)
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