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My Hot Dog
00:50
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2. |
Ricky Tick
01:30
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RICKY TICK
I don't wanna hear your chirping
Your voice makes me sick
You're dancin' by yourself and it's so creepy
I want to see it want to hear it but it makes me mad
Turn it up, I wanna get real weepy
Ricky tick
It's a generation lost for a reason this time
Tortured rich, and tortured poor, it's all historic
It's reprieves and it's a cushion for the final blow
Let it go, it's all for good and the rhetoric [PRONUNCIATION LOL]...
Ricky tick
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(I GUESS) I LEFT MY HEART
On the road I drove just southwest of Vegas
That's where you tell the cans from the can'ts
And I'll stay with you as long as it'll take us
'Cause I guess I left my heart in my other pants
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4. |
Sniffing the Bubbles
00:41
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ORANGEVALE [4-track version]
The girl of my dreams is heading east
In a Chevrolet with no brake
While I reside here in Orangevale
Throwin' rocks towards Folsom Lake
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I GOT MORE BLANK THAN BLANK
I dance through the flowers like a windowsill
Playin' ketchup on my pickup with a purple bill
Silly suckamuthafucka tries to gank my shoes
And I'm-a bust a fryin' pan between his baby blues
Pickled carrots in my pockets and I'm ready to slide
With my hangin' fuck-rudder I can squeeze my pride
And I lay more pipe than Mario Bros
And I grab Eddie Munster and I punch him in the nose
[???????????] salad on my plate
And I'm like Hank Rollins, I got weight
A 3.5 in the crack of my ass
And you don't catch a ride without gas
Fool I'm-a school ya, meanin' I'm-a bore you to death
But I hope you don't smell the snootchie on my breath
My rhymes are self-adhesive so don't bother to lick
But it seems I spoke too soon, cheese-dick
PIGMOTHERSUCKWAD
F-U-C-K-O-F-F and D-I-E, back offa me
'Cuz I'm dangerous, sometimes Power Rangerous
I don't fuck around so give me my changerous
Yeah, and you don't stop at the four-way intersection
Put much flex in, I'm flexin' in the mirror like Commando
They gave me the go-ahead, said, "go man go"
The concrete's on fire as my tires squeal like Ned Beatty
[[[[????????? thunderpeel?]]]]
You're a pig in the mud and I'm a horse in the barn
"I'm the stallion" like Kim Korn Carne
And I'm-a get way down and then get high
[[?? on your ass like a diaper-pie
So clean your [clock] and your [booties?] and come along
And clap your hands while you sing this song
Pigmothersuckwad ("what's up, Ferris, how's your bod?")
Pigmothersuckwad (The Sadistic Bunch, the Marky Marquis de Sade)
Pigmothersuckwad (Nick's at the CPU buildin' a WAD)
Pigmothersuckwad (play this shit and it'll get outlawed)
Pigmothersuckwad ("time, it's in the hand of God")
Pigmothersuckwad (I'm gonna smack you in the face with a dirt clod)
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7. |
Every Man For Himself
03:14
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EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF
Improbably, totally gone
I lingered on, Lucia and me
Not the one who I had dropped from my hands
from that tower of sand
That I had built sound, a foot above the ground
A circular march 'round the world
Every man for himself
Send a search party for the words
Every man for himself
Let's get it straight: you say you're for real
Well, I'm forlorn
And there's two things I hate: [?CaliSMW?]* and UFO tea
But let's make a deal on hating me and you
Don't get me right, I'm just in love with myself
Namely, myself dead
I'm watching it go, I'm listening solo
I'm listening so low
* NOTE: I can't remember what this meant, but I know it's not a reference to Super Mario World, or the Xoc album SMW.
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8. |
Eleventh Heaven
01:43
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ELEVENTH HEAVEN
A living space devoid of joys
The hall of noise at five to ten
The sound of this place
A time for talk, a war by piece
Connection ceased, a faulty door
Two keys with no lock
Paranoia den at any cost
Erebus found and heaven lost
The sound of this place
No matter floor, no matter stairs
No one sees and no one cares
Two keys with no lock
Portions of sin
The number on the door
Here we go again
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9. |
False Horse
01:28
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FALSE HORSE
Time to lose
Here to pine
Everyone who’s friends of mine
Read the walls
Every night
Something calls the kettle white
Not the pot
Or the drink
There’s a bottle in the pink
Here to pine
I won’t lose
Never mind just who is whose
Go out light
Homecoming
Every night the walls will sing
Reinforce
Eating words
Fabricated horse and birds.
One day soon
Rest will come
Making moonlight scarce for some.
Even still
As a horse
Nature will not run its course.
You’re blameless
My regret
Only makes the shameless wet.
Reevaluate my state
Envy only what I get
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RISE LIKE YEAST (PT. 2)
Like the Del Vikings, come and go with me
We will go away, together we'll be free
Leave this all behind and find a new domain
Try it all again, this time without the pain
We'll be arm in arm, walking down the lane
Find a little place to shelter out the rain
Never knew how much I wanted us to be
We will go away together, you and me
Leave this all behind and get a brand-new start
Living in the fragile convalescence of my heart
And I will rise like yeast
And I will rise like yeast
Fuck
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One-Armed Bandit
03:24
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ONE-ARMED BANDIT
Couldn't get a ride on Saturday
To the biggest little city for what I need to play
Monday mornin', go to work, I was feelin' kinda mean
I put five dollars of nickels in the soda machine
Just to hear him them jangle, I pulled the coin return
O Lord, I'm in a tangle, I know I'm gonna burn
One-Armed Bandit one night stand
We are connected
His good arm in my hand
Couldn't get a ticket for the free buffet
In the state where my hunger never goes away
Pullin' down a million arms - you don't have to twist mine
I like on methol lights and vagrant's wine
Chips mean more than money when I cash them in
Outside the neon it's sunny
But I know I'll never win
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13. |
Flying Baker
01:53
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14. |
Letha's Receding
01:37
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15. |
Did I Scare Ya?
00:45
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16. |
Cryin' Caribbean
01:17
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CRYIN' CARIBBEAN
I own my own pool cue like most of the natives do
But when I sail off to sea, it'll be a good day to die
It just makes me cry
And it's just another burger chain now (and how)
And why, tell me why
Why isn't this shit getting me high?
It just makes me cry
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WHERE THE SCORNED GO TO DIE
I found my body waking with my mind an open cut
A smoky old Victorian with windows painted shut
Spiderwebs of black lace and flowers dead and dark
The all of gothic renaissance two blocks behind the park
Who, not what
Why, not who
Would I be drunk from the shine off the moon?
or drunk off the shine from the moon?
Either way, I’m gonna need a ride home pretty soon
Her figure in a shadow creaked along the floor
Just at the last minute I saw something over the door
It was an ancient parchment with words which made me cry
It read in black calligraphy...
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18. |
I Stop Counting
00:20
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19. |
Pizza Pussy
01:03
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20. |
Ditty #524
01:21
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21. |
Exploding Teeth
02:04
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EXPLODING TEETH
Necessity breeds indiscriminate escapades
Discover a new way
Find what you’ve lost
Unendurable dental pain
A sense of wonder, a healthy fear
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22. |
Ferrari
02:54
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FERRARI
You came up to me in your farting Ferrari
Played me some games on your dying Atari
I can’t say I’m sorry (not on this safari)
I’ve smelled from your cloves
and I’ve snorted your curry
Decked myself out in a windbreaker furry
I can’t say I worry (not here in Missouri)
You’re in such a hurry
To get to the quarry
You bend spoons like Uri
You Povich like Maury
I’m judge and jury
Under skies so starry
Bang your fists of fury
Krishna
Krishna
Hari
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24. |
Quantum Suicide Theme
02:09
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25. |
But I'm Shyer
01:43
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[NOTE: No digital or hard copy of the lyrics to "But I'm Shyer" have as yet been found.]
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26. |
Dishrag
01:06
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27. |
Juel
00:41
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JUEL
Your name is Jewel - you are a fewel
your music bears a very large resemblence to stewel
You think you rewel, you think you're kewel
I don't mean to be crewel but you should sit upon my tewel
Until the fyewel forms a pewel
I'll take you to skewel 'cause your poetry is drewel
My apologies to Jewel fans - just don't get me wrong.
I know nothing about her (even though I wrote this song).
I only wrote these lyrics because the "-ewel" thing made me laugh.
But if you're still offended shove your head straight up your ass.
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29. |
3:1
01:03
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30. |
Blue Eyes
03:54
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BLUE EYES
Back before that girl was gone, 'fore I got my first gun
I laid on the grassy lawn and stared into the sun
Take it in a canvas sack when that's all you can do
Walls a'shakin', painted black when everything looked blue
Spread-eagle and green but somehow, somewhat yellow
Came across the desert screaming "hello"
Take it back to whence it came, I don't run that mess
Cabin fever, driven sane, dance in that purple dress
"For if you love those who love you, what reward have you?"*
Do not even those above you watch your mind turn blue?
Spread-eagle and green but somehow, somewhat yellow
From across the road you can hear me bellow
(Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shall have a goat
I can't whistle, mother, because it hurts my throat)
Why be mourned by the choir or beaten by the band
When I got stone and steel and fire down here in my hand?
Came to town without a name in a '78 Mustang II
Something tells me it'll be the same when everything looks blue
Spread-eagle and green but somehow, somewhat yellow
Howling Jesus' name in that black bordello
*[Matthew 5:46]
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ORANGEVALE [8-track version]
The girl of my dreams is heading east
In a Chevrolet with no brake
While I reside here in Orangevale
Throwin' rocks towards Folsom Lake
Now all the things within my grasp
Are my hospital corners now
Smoothing it out from the inside
But I'm not quite sure of how
Sometimes in my dreams I see a beast
In an everyday bunch of clothes
Then I just turn towards the hillside
and I see where the highway goes
The orange and the white
Are reminiscent of the sunset vista/view
So you take care of this equipment
and it will take care of you
NOTE: in my 1997 notes, this full title of this version was, "ORANGEVALE (OR: REVENGE OF THE FUCKING SNOW PEOPLE)". wtf?
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32. |
One To Grow On (Suite)
10:13
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TrashCanEagle Sacramento, California
Official label of XOC* and friends
* one of those video game music guys
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