1. |
Photo of a Dead Man
01:56
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PHOTO OF A DEAD MAN
ha ha ha
what's so fucking funny
stick me with a knife
now my guts are running
on the sidewalk
into the gutter
where it drips like butter
when it's hot and sunny
ha ha ha
give me back my money
give me back my smokes
there's a knife in my tummy
oh a switchblade
you must think you're mean
the way you tickle my spleen
this must be a monday
photo of a dead man
photo of a dead man
photo of a dead man
photo of a dead man
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2. |
Eat, Sleep, Fuck
01:37
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EAT, SLEEP, FUCK
eat
sleep
fuck
and work and work and work and work
and work and work and work and work
work
work
work
work
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3. |
Sticky Vowels
03:33
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STICKY VOWELS
I don't touch
but don't think
I don't think
you're driving my car
to the edge
the fringe, the brink
you drive my car
to where the sun sinks
and I spill a good gallon
of my very best red ink
it's a letter I never send
a page I never bend
a goddamn book
that I never ever lend
it's a comic book caption
some creepy reaction
silver coin in my pocket
that I never ever spend
sticky vowels and a verb
sticky vowels and a verb
and a verb and a verb
and a verb and a verb
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4. |
Constitution
02:17
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CONSTITUTION
can't say I really believe in
the constitution of the united states
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LOVE SONG CAUGHT IN A PUNK ROCK SONG
feeling kinda cynical
dealing with it
life's a pill
cheap thrills
keeping me happy...
I get it spiritually
had a plan
plan went bust
got another plan
forget about it
gonna change the way it all works...
this one's a must
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6. |
Sex Waiting
01:28
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SEX WAITING
i don't think of it as celibacy
i prefer to believe that it's waiting for me
but i'm so bored, bored, bored today
calgon, take me away
i've got sex waiting
sex waiting for me
sex waiting
i've got, sex waiting for me
i don't think of it as celibacy
i prefer to believe that it's waiting for me
before i dabble in the criminal
i've got 22 needs that i have to fulfill
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7. |
Titanium Breadbox
02:11
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TITANIUM BREADBOX
I could not sleep so I came down here to watch.
Good timing, she said, we just made the jump.
If we are going so fast, how is it I still see the stars?
Will you get your hands back inside the spaceship, she said.
Science fiction is smaller than a bread box.
Science fact don't mean we can't go places we've never heard of.
No way that is Allston down there. Look out! Those ships!
I doubt we could hit them, she said, but hey hit this.
This might present some legal ramifications, I said.
She said, don't worry our engine is good and the hull is titanium.
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8. |
Hoax
02:48
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HOAX
A scientist in a white lab coat ran from
the government building, ripped off her mask
and cried eureka, then was promptly arrested.
Cried eureka then was promptly arrested. "Nothing
left to cure but that boredom," she said.
Bulging briefcases flung open as thousand
dollar suits with ten thousand dollar ties
chased after rumors, the puts, the rights, the
patents. "Get her on the phone, negotiate,
speculate." One eye on the wrist watch, the
other on the ticker tape. Buy! Risk! Sell! Panic!
The day they found the fountain of youth, the
stock market crashed. The day they found the
fountain of youth, boys and girls stripped off
their shirts and kissed.
Bums on benches cradled their liquor bottles,
laughing hysterically, as people pushed, fought
and fell, splashed and spilled, shot and killed
in public water fountains, now red.
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9. |
Hermaphrodite
03:18
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HERMAPHRODITE
i thought she could
i thought she might.
she is not a hermaphrodite.
philosophy, a different way for her.
sticky vowels, a verb, and a skirt.
"oh yeah," she said, "look at this!"
she didn't have a penis.
i thought she could
i thought she might.
she is not a hermaphrodite.
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10. |
Larry Sub
01:22
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LARRY SUB
rock and roll evening
is almost complete
got beer in my belly
and women at my feet
worked up an appetite
drumming in a pub
this is a job for a larry sub
larry sub is life
larry sub is sex
larry sub will lead to my premature death
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11. |
Tongue Cover
01:11
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TONGUE COVER
everytime that you and i make love
you slip your words onto my tongue
is it me or is it something new
or is it because i am just like you
all the tiny tracks that i have made
are only the ones that i have laid
everytime i'm talking to myself
i don't even notice you
everytime i'm thinking to myself
i don't even look at you
why is it we sleep in the same bed
what does it mean to be celibate
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8
a b c d e f g i h
everytime i'm talking to myself
i don't even notice you
everytime i'm thinking to myself
i don't even look at you
everytime that you and i make love
you slip your words onto my tongue
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12. |
TV On
03:36
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TV ON
sitting at home i've got nothing to do
i'm gonna kill myself
so many things to do
turn on the oven everyone is gone
i've got the TV on
i've got a TV on
yeah.
it's alright, it's ok
you wouldn't want it any other way
lowest common denominate me
produce it, reduce it for me
use me, appeal to me
slaughter me.
sitting here i've got nothing to do
i'm gonna quit my job
so many things to do
sitting here so many things to do
i'm gonna quit my job
i'm gonna quit my job, yeah.
it's alright, it's ok
bought a brand new car today
lowest common denominate me
produce it, reduce it for me
use me, appeal to me
slaughter me.
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13. |
Punk Rock Is Dead
01:03
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PUNK ROCK IS DEAD
punk rock is dead
punk rock is dead
and there's nothing you can do about it
it's dead
not a punk 'cause you wear a leather jacket
can't buy punk in a record store
bang your fat head against a red brick wall
might find punk but who gives a fuck
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14. |
Tourists Out Of Film
00:32
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TOURISTS OUT OF FILM
oh no!
tourists out of film
oh no!
we're out of film!
you can't help
a tourist out of film
they're out of film!
how can i live without recording
how can i read without a caption
how can i live for now
when everything is then
no more buildings, no more trees
no more faces in stupid things
no poses
no thumbs
postcards for everyone
oh no!
tourists out of film
oh no!
we're out of film!!
you can't help
a tourist out of film
they're out of film!!
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15. |
Moon Rock
04:30
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MOON ROCK
first person to die in a plane crash wins
heard that buddy holly brews his own light beer still
what i fear most is that the kegs will be dry
in heaven i'm sorry marley smokes the shit
on the verge of some great revelation
morrison is dead and i like it that way
saw the moon on the television smashed at the hotel
saw photos of jack's brain blown away
make a million for my agent make a million for kicks
with a wife and sid at home the pistol is a whip
the orbit of the planets is a perfect ellipse
no reporter's gonna weep when ringo is gutted
bad guys are cold and good guys can't make records
say life is brief for keith it's good and quick
hope you don't have babies cause you're not like me
call before noon i might be choking on my vomit
if they can send a man to the moon
why can't they send them all...
until you've dug for rocks on the moon
you haven't dug for rocks at all
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