1. |
I Slap Myself
01:42
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Bam, bam, bam I slap myself
I'm a faucet at full blast of hot milk
I gotta get to sleep and calm my nerves
I get exactly what I deserve
The pants go down, the lights go dim
The curtains closed, they cant look in
They're aint no show, so I begin
Indulging in a sin
Whoooo-hooo!!!!
Nobody's hurt, nobody's dead
No open sores or disease spread
It's all I can do when I'm with me
And it's always there for free
My skin descends and wrinkles in
I've reached the end now of my sin
It wont be long when it comes on strong
I get to do it all over again
Whoooo-hooo!!!!
I'll do it over and over again!
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2. |
Born With 3 Eyes
03:16
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I'm in a town that I shouldn’t be
My bicycles torn, I'm walkin' the streets
That's where I go, and that's when you'll see
The price of deformity
Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise
Oatmeal’s sweet in the belly
But then the time comes to find me some meat
But once out the door, the penis will rise
And out pops a baby
Born with 3 eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise
And I think that I should see a shrink
But something tells me
My freak design is alright
But sometimes scary
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, Born with three eye's
Born with three eye's (3 X's)
Oh well, what a surprise
Falling to pieces, crawling to Jesus
Why are these feelings, hovering like halo's
What was I thinking, too much and too slow
Calling to Jesus, to be my sheriff
Crawling to Jesus, to cop a heal
Coat hanger fetus, late term stunted growth
Falling to pieces, crawling to Jesus
What was I thinking, too much and too slow
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3. |
That's My Bah!
02:32
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4. |
Nowhere
03:25
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How long does it take to get to nowhere?
Come sing a song with me that's going nowhere.
I'm on this trip that takes me into nowhere.
Come along with me, we've got to get to nowhere.
It's a melody that elicites sympathy.
It's somewhat familiar, it's slow and pleasing.
It's calm and safe and unsure of meaning.
And it's fine with me when we go nowhere.
Let's take our time and wander into nowhere.
It's not very far and, in fact, we might already be there.
But let's just sing along and head off into nowhere.
So long as I'm with you, then you know... I'll go anywhere.
Cause I realize the reason for singing now.
It's just an excuse to excercise some feelings
And you and me, don’t you know, we're meant to be
So let’s just stay inside tonight and go nowhere.
Come sing a song with me that's going nowhere.
Let's take a trip that leads us into nowhere.
We'll just sing along as we head off into nowhere.
Come along with me, we've got to get to nowhere.
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5. |
Mama Give
02:40
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Oh, Mama Give
Will you ever know?
God damn it baby, it's hurtin'
When you walk on by
Will you ever know?
Oh, how it hurts
God damn how it hurts
Oh, Mama Give
I like it like that
I said, oh Mama Give, I like it like that
Oh wait a minute
No I dont
Cause you walk on by
And you never know
Oh, how it hurts
Oh, how it's hurtin' me so
But oh, Mama Give
I've gotta curse
I look at you being all give
And then it hurts
You look me up and down
Then turn the other way
It aint my fault, baby
That's just how I was made
I'm a pig in the shallow mud
But I'm telling you how I be
See, I've come clean with you mama
And now I wanna get dirty
Oh, Mama Give
I'm gettin' stupid, and it shows
I see nothing else
And nothings all I know
Cause you walk on by
With your hips and your curves
And you never even know
No, you never even know
How it God damn hurts
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6. |
Space Noodles
02:07
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INSTRUMENTAL
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7. |
Senior Gilly
03:35
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Senior Gilly should not have a choice.
Cause if it's up to him
He'll penetrate his void
And though he's uncertain
Of just what he can be
All his friends just laugh and say,
That's our Senior Gilly
See her fingers rolling down his back
And before the kiss is over
He's the first one to draw back
And when he falls to pieces
He'll know damn well the reason's his own
And with his friends he stands alone
It's unbeknownst to others but it shows.
Cause Senior Gilly should not have a choice
Cause if it's up to him
He'll penetrate his void.
And though he's uncertain
Of just how things could be
All his friends just point and say
That's our Senior Gilly
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8. |
Going Slow
03:08
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I got a tale, I got a tale, I got a tale to grow
I got a ticket, I got a ticket, I got a ticket to ride
I gotta go and I'm going slow
Flying by the seat of my pants
You'll look at me
And I'll just say hey now look at me
Cause here I go
Can I see you tonight
Get my targets in sight
I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it from you
I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it, I'm gonna get it for me
And when I do it, I wont have to work
Cause your gonna give it for free
Look at me when I walk around
I'll be stickin' to the bottom of shoes
And then I'll go bluhh....
Where's the party tonight
Get the targets in sight
Now I gotta have a drink
Knowing just what it brings
I wont even have to think
Now my hang-low gets some stink
Deep in the pink
Where's the party tonight
Get the children inside
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Han and Luke were rebels till the end
And they were friends
Leia was the love of young Lukes eye
But he was shy
And Han could tell by the way she held his hand
She needed a man
And this was dispalyed when a wookie cried in song
Something was wrong
Luke was lost out in the snow
He didnt know which way to go
He was alone
And he was cold
Young Luke nearly froze until Han arrived
And saved his life
And from there a string became attatched
And behind his back
Han didn't think about his friend
When he took Leia by the hand
She resisted then gave in
They didn't even try to pretend
This was all before they knew
Luke was her twin
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10. |
Ashley's Tears
01:59
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Somebody's going to fly
Somebody's going to die
Somebody's going to lie
Somebody's going to fry
Somebody's got to sing a song
For Ashley's tears have gone too long
She knows the way, she knows her fears
She's got the pain to speak with her tears
And she's doing it once again
She thought I was a friend
Ashley's tears are Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears
Ashley's tears are Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears
And she's doing it once again
She thought I was a friend
Somebody's going to fly
Somebody's going to die
Somebody's going to lie
Somebody's going to cry
One sunny day, one sunny day, one sunny day she'd say
She said, sunlight/daylight be gone
For, once in the sky were time never peers
She'll loft over clouds shedding her tears
And never feels the shame
As their falling off the plane
Is Ashley's tears, it's Ashley's tears
Ashley's tears, her ass bleeds tears
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11. |
The Triskets in Her Eyes
03:33
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She's the one I had to call. Oh, it's been so long.
And it's true what they say, the bread goes stale if you wait.
But she know's what she's about
And she dont like any of that small talk
So I told her right away.
You see I laid it on the line
Cause it was high time
Because I could see... because I can see
I can see the triskets in your eye's (repeat)
And when I was done, I heard her breathe through the phone
(she thought I was done)
And then I dont know why, I started to cry.
She didn't know what to do
She didn't know what to say
So I hung up the phone, uh-hu
And I knew I had to call her mother the very next day and say
HEY! I can see the triskets in her eye's (repeat)
(Your daughter is mine, I want her.
Give her to me now, she's no longer yours)
She's driving me crazy with silence and maybe's and wont name our baby.
Stroking the "C", diminish the "D", minor the "E", then back to the "B".
She worships the pages of gospels and fables, the wedding was simple.
We're saving our time, by playing it straight, where use-to-be's aren't what they aint.
The tongue dips and cradles in succulent navels, and forming a ladel.
Outside the vagina we all get scared, but nobody came, when nobody feared.
They loved me in Vegas, the prostitue paid me, by having my baby.
Look in the eye to the back of the mind, for motive inside or something to hide.
She's pushing the pages, and learning new phrases, it's all for the wages.
I dont know what she's trying to say, it's gotta fit in, and sound like a phrase.
I'm stuffing burritos, inside of my speedo, to impress my in-laws.
No time to be shy, soup, salad and wine, eat a main course and then we all die.
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12. |
You're On Your Own
03:36
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You'll do what you can, it doesn't matter.
You’re all alone.
You think you've got a plan, but then it shatters.
You’re on your own.
You sing your songs in the shower.
No one will know.
The days have turned into a pattern
that you don’t sew.
And all the times you think it's all gone wrong
Take comfort that your city's not getting bombed.
You’re free to do as you please
So the apartment is always clean.
It's a very neat and very organized sadness.
You're a butter spread for a disease
that's bread for sex.
You're a sexually transmitted
embodiment
Of submission to a prison
for a common goal.
With permission for competition
and survival.
A pirate makes the sea into a home.
But wishes someday he could settle down
Social Security, a gated community
And finding peace in the eye's of his lover.
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13. |
I Want to Hold Your Hand
02:40
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Oh yeah, I should tell you something
I hope you'll understand
That I need that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And if I touch you I'll feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I cant hide it, I cant hide it, I cant hide
Yeah, you've got that something
I think you understand
And I need that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And if I touch you I'll feel happy inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I cant hide it, I cant hide it, I cant' hide
Yeah, you've got that something
I hope you'll understand
That I need that something
You'd wanna hold my hand
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14. |
Chaperone of the Shadows
03:34
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While the world is getting off, I'll be standing at attention.
Searching to see if our reality is just a prop room with projections.
But all is exactly what it seems, Cause if it weren't, it wouldn't be.
Though I'm no butcher and your no surfer, we can cook in hot dog water.
And that's when you'll notice all the shadows
Are released once inside the shade.
It's unknown to their respective owners
Who never taught their shadows to behave.
Like a boy-king with too much responsibility
Like a country without history
So, I will be the chaperone of the shadows.
If they would only listen to me.
This duty wouldn't hurl me into bellows
But I shall be fair, though will not always please.
So from the start I'd had enough, with all that reprimanding.
My point was so strong, my index finger bone would tear right through the skin.
And the music's playing soft, and the condoms slipping off
Celebrating their new-found freedom, they'd run off to make love.
And then they'd give birth to the clouds
That struggle for power as they hover
Until we all stand in eternal shade
It's just the kind of trouble they will make.
And chocolate is the flavor of fertility
Like a doggy in a race.
When Pinoccio was lying to Ghapetto
His nose would grow till it poked out of his cage
But a skin growth is no way to judge your fellow.
An aid it is, but not a worthy gauge.
So I must be the chaperone of the shadows
If they would only listen to me.
This duty wouldn't hurl me into bellows
But I shall be fair, though will not always please.
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D. Sticker Ensemble Los Angeles, California
Sticker Music For Sticker People.
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