The Tendonites

by The Tendonites

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There's a brand-new sound Hear it floating 'round? Everyone get down Tendonites are go Everything's going to blow Number one in line Do read this behind: Ours it's name the find Now you see what I said? It's the letters at the head Tendonites are go Everything's going to blow Years, miles apart, and we are still just a couple nerds But we're dropping tracker tracks and some noise and some oblique, ridiculous words Met only once inside the walls of the Ground Kontrol but now we are making music that comes from our difficult virtual souls Our arm, it hurts We spent too much time on the mouse Time on the mou-oo-ouse It could be worse We could be outside of the house Outside the hou-oo-ouse Our arm, it hurts too We spent too much time on the mouse Time on the mou-oo-ouse It could be worse, true We both could be outside of the house Outside the hou-oo-ouse You can't take up a position that you can't defend-o You can't worry 'bout the number of your Myspace friends-o I make a paper airplane and out the window send-o You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "Teen Shit 'Tendo" You can't pick the right bathroom when you gender bend-o You can't convalesce correct if you're not on the mend-o I make a paper airplane and out the window send-o You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "Teen Shit 'Tendo" Ten to the don to the I-T-E Spam to the Tron to the X-O-C Xoc sing crock and Spam make chips Chiptunes, chains and whips There's a brand-new sound - hear it floating 'round? Everyone get down - Tendonites are g-g-go You can't judge a motion picture if you have not screened it You can't say you didn't know that your ol' lady suck a mean dick You can't dress like George "The Animal" if you haven't green spit You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "'Tendo Teen Shit" You can't sign on to the internet if your machine quit Let alone get on a chan and post a stupid SEVENTEEN GET Or find a video of trannies writhing in a Vaseline pit You can't spell "The Tendonites" without a "'Tendo Teen Shit"
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Scream about how you work for Dick, I'll Twist and shout, I spark as I twitch, my Fleshy mouth, my sheet metal hot pants Check me out, malfunctioning cop dance I'd adore a new operation Thank you for your cooperation Gorgeous legs, though they hold a gun, they Simply scream, "We're made for the runway!" A woman trapped inside a man Trapped inside a metal suit Will someone give me a hand? Will someone tell me I'm cute?
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I stop at dinner I stop at dinner I stop at dinner I stop at dinner Fist your ass from above with a fucking Power Glove Cop a squat on my Advantage An 8-bit shit sandwich The controllers are muddy Robotic Operating Buddy It's handjob R.O.B. Play "A Boy and His Blob" My name is XOC and I make rock It does not stand for "overclocked" I'm not a shark, I'm not a Mayan; nor am I a Xena fay-an Type my name into Firefox, I get some shit about Xbox When I'm really nothing more than backwards Cox So listen to my man Spamtron on the beatbox, go. I stop at dinner I stop at dinner I stop at dinner I stop at dinner Playing "Contra" on the crapper NES-chan took a Zapper Find the way into my heart Blow me like a dusty cart Don't'cha give me any S Don't'cha fuck with the best I got the power of a winnar But I gotta stop at dinner
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The Index 02:49
We sing songs about the coffee We buy things from a cartoon duck We make time for sneaky hobbies We tailgate every semi truck We do the index, we don't complain About our stiff necks and throbbing brains We do the index We do the index and we are likened To marching insects or screaming Vikings We do the index They pour on the scornful coffee We tell tales of our dreadful luck We camp out in the southwest lobby Silently waiting for the taco truck
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I'm not the sight emblazoned on your cliterature But I'll appear tonight, dressed in white haute couture, just to be yours I'm not the one riding the bike escaping the flames He sounds so eerie an' Wagnerian And his name, Marvin, he changed According to the sign, I'm a deliv'ry boy But from what I gather I was really like a toy She thought I was divine, but I was made of meat I picked her up and put her on my motorcycle seat From another time, but now I'm going home I ran around the laboratory with a saxophone And when you come to dine, I'm under tablecloth I'll make my last appearance when the hostess yanks it off
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"I feel like I’ve had too much caffeine," he says, reminded of Wozniak’s dream. Pieces come back to him like Top 40 songs almost ten years old, but you’ve done no wrong if most of us can still remember that tune. I had no clue. I had no memory of what or who was listed under "artist". But the hardest to declare is that I kinda like that air... as it defies my memory.
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A terrifying notion That I should be your only man Let's make it unofficial Recycle all the ratt'ling cans Accordions tainted love While we were grinning down the aisle It doesn't work in practice Relief that hides behind her smile We drove away and everybody knew we hadn't a care Nobody had to try and get a refund on their airfare We slipped inside a lie so perfect it was furnished for us The California sun above a rose-infested forest
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We are the wild card of contribution We are the signs designed to shortcut evolution A very vital point for detractors In buildup of the stress between opposing factors That you discover when you are risin' Just like a Jesus or a star on the horizon We can't be stopped now No, you can't fight us The Tendonites come from the land of tendonitis
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Vida Bajito 01:12
Vida bajito I don't give a damn Delete a burrito And insert the ham Burrito Answer quick July be when me born I'm a Cancer dick The Lord's a Capricorn One burrito
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Lunigamy 01:21
I have no recommendations for the preparation of an opened mind I have no reservations that you'd understand this craving of mine I will be faithful I will return to my one true love without the world They always said that it was a man and it was a girl I have no apprehension for dimensions in the ones I've found I have no convention that says I must remain with my feet on the ground I will be lunigamous; I will return I'm getting married to you soon They always said you were without a name I call you Moon
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Suddenly, you're gazing down the zombie's point of origin Send your drugs to the past There's a quite miraculous true tale that's underneath it all That you left in the trash The glasses left behind beside the rations Reflect the ugly truth best left unmentioned And the state of California switches off its radio Send your booze to the past You will miss it so when you find there's no pianissimo Taken down in a flash Territory of romance within a motel's living space Send your sex to the past Heavy influence upon me, like a gun shoved in my face He was always the last
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AM/PM 01:22
"When I was living in North Highlands, and I had to drive eight miles down Watt Avenue to get to work, I passed four AM/PMs on that one stretch of road. And I've always been sort of addicted to the horrible food that they have there: sandwiches, and stuff like that. If I had brought my own coffee... if there's no reason to stop at AM/PM except to buy cigarettes ('cause if I did stop, I knew I was gonna get one of those awful sandwiches), I made up this little chant th-that I sang to myself as I was pulling into the AM/PM." I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said I don't
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God damn it baby, you're drivin' me crazy The spiky little grimace doesn't quite negate the lady I will beg your pardon, before my jargon's too far gone But your pretty face is in my brain - your brain gives me a hard-on
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The saturation level in cheap film stock That could be a mother's mother sucking cock It got so quiet, no surprise there was a mime The audience participates, for it was another time The savage in the chamber is burned in my mind I found out yesterday the door she went behind A voice on the radio said she had died The audience participates, for it was another time Hair everywhere, classic sleaze, ivory on a trapeze
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I WON'T DANCE I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I couldn't I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean I do not understand I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean you should not I don't want to do it, but that doesn't mean I could not I don't really do it, but that doesn't mean I cannot make you dance WE WILL BE BACK FOREVER Perfume of purgatory made of smoke and fried food We will be back some day Gold Country doormat missing puts me in a bad mood Marchesa downstate grave
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released May 29, 2009

An original collaboration between Xoc and Spamtron

SPAMTRON - chiptunes, noise, backing vocals
XOC - lyrics & vocals, arrangements, noise

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