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Motion Picture Soundtracks (Archive Series Vol. 2, 1992​-​2002)

by D. Sticker Ensemble

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1.
Welcome To My Rummage Sale 02:20
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INSTRUMENTAL
2.
Schmity's Theme 00:53
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INSTRUMENTAL
3.
The Triskets In Your Eye's 03:36
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Let me see the triskets in your eye’s (repeat) Let me lick the triskets in your eyes Let me bathe in the triskets in your eyes Let me see the triskets in your eyes Let me see the triskets in your eyes Let me jump start the triskets in your eyes Let me reupholster the triskets in your eyes Let me write a novel of the triskets in your eyes Let me share a locker with the triskets in your eyes Let me go jogging with the triskets in your eyes Let me put on a concert And have it be headlined by the triskets in your eyes Let me take a trip to the triskets in your eyes Let me see a picture of your mother Let me be fascinated by the triskets in your eyes Let me try on the triskets in your eyes Let me have the triskets in your eyes Let me ignore everything to focus on the triskets in your eyes Let me be the triskets in your eyes Let me Let me Let me Let me Let me
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Do The Chainman 03:39
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We can dance if you want to We can leave your friends behind Cause your friends don’t dance And if they don’t dance, they’re not no friends of mine. Oh But I can’t stop dance Baby, this is my last chance Oh I can’t stop to dance Baby, this is my last chance Gotta go. So point me in the direction of Albuquerque. So point me in the direction of Albuquerque. I see no harm or danger in escaping If the method suits the style We put the mind on idle And let the others take it for a while. When the pace is to fast And I think I wont last. You know where I’ll be found I’ll be standing here beside myself Getting ready for the final round. And though you laugh leaves a room unsettled Your smile somehow brings me to my knee’s. Good afternoon. May I introduce myself? So point me in the direction of Albuquerque. So point me in the direction of Albuquerque. Na na na na na na na na na… Hey Jude.
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Bah Song 05:39
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I sit at home frantically waiting for my man He comes through the door with a 12 pack in hand The story for the day I cannot wait to hear But first he does a whip-it, and then he sips his beer I see his words drip off his lips From a pool of saliva, where his tongue is a ship I wanna ride that ship to the darkest of seas Where his waves will splash inside of me when I’m on my knees You call him the doctor, but he’s not just a man, he’s Bah He’s always on time and he gives me sweet ass He knows neat little things about computers and beer, he’s Bah Joe is insane, Tim loves TV Chris Wiler loves his clothes April fresh Vince rides a bike, he’s insane too That’s why I don’t want any of you (I don’t want) Paul loves to inflict pain Keith already loves Arseman There’s only one man who has it all, and that’s Bah 10 o’ clock he leaves for work I go in his room and I lick his clothes His underwear is a perfect fit I pull down my pants and I sit on his bed I bring along a loaf of Rainbow bread I think of Bah, and play spunk-bread So what would you do and where would you stand If confronted by this aphrodisiac man You call him the doctor, but he’s not just a man, he’s Bah I hate it when girls they call for him They want one thing, but I want it all, I want Bah Joe is insane, Tim loves TV Chris Wiler loves his clothes April fresh Vince rides a bike, he’s insane too That’s why I don’t want any of you (I don’t want) Paul loves to inflict pain Keith already loves Arseman There’s only one man who has it all, and that’s Bah Bah is technical, Bah can cook Bah is smart and Bah can smoke Bah is mischievous, Bah can think Bah loves guns, and Bah can drink and drink
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Sticker Movements 1-3 / A Saucerful of TSNKE 07:44
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INSTRUMENTAL
7.
Closing of Rummage Sale 03:16
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8.
The D. Sticker Stomp 02:26
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9.
Me & Steve 02:11
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Once upon a time, there was a Steve. He owned a lot of cups, and a jar of pee. His hair was fast, and his body was lean. A radiator chest, if you know what I mean. I ran to Steve's house, with my bike. He said he had a whopper of a little surprise. I flew up the stairs, and into his room. Where there sat Steve, absorbed in a book. He glanced right up, as I came right in. And directly behind him, sat this thing. I said, "Steve, what's that? What makes it go?" He turned his head slow, and said, "Oh, you know." "No, no, no. I certainly don't Steve!" But looking up again, he said it was me. And I said, "Oh Steve, is that so? Cause if it is, then make it go." I crawled right in, and sat in the seat Of this incredible contraption, that I couldn't believe I ran all my fingers along it's shaft. Over the gears, and over my pants...all over my pants! There was only enough room, for one to seat But I turned to my side, and there sat Steve. Well, I'm not quite sure how his body got in there But his timing was right, and he was definitely there. "Oh my, Steve! I just cant believe. How can anyone just devise such a thing?" He said, "Your question begs to reveal A little more of you, and less of me." "Oh Steve, your so deep. But please, please tell me how you think." And with a two day pause He made it clear to me It all comes from here, Pointing to his jeans. Well, "That's life with Steve", the paper's read. So Merry, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!
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All of the Things I Do Not Know 03:51
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Is there a combination locking all your secrets in a dream? Is there a clown who's had its way with all the pros of misery? Is there a laundry mat with plastic plants and Spanish TV on? Is there a chrome cap dipped in seaweed sap, posing as a pawn? Is there a camel on a hill top with a cigarette that bleeds? Is there a condom in your playground, or a prozac in your tea? Is there an understanding somewhere, eating wholesome yellow snacks? Is the a moustache spanking numbers on a rainbow just for laughs? Is there a diplomatic mission on its way to Alderon? Is there a prison pod shot into space from Planet Liberon? Is there insurance on your trolley car of constant casualties? Is there a letter in my mailbox, with a syndrome just for me? And of all of these things? I do not know. But it's a chance to sing and a chance to grow. So pardon me while I sing, dee dee dee dee dee dee... Is there a statue made from bacon fat, with green gumballs for eye's? Is there an oxygenic mask that your body wears inside? Is there a voyeur in your eyeball with a fetish for panty's? Is there a uniform that suggests individuality? Is there a vitamin that's chewable for supplementing sass? Is there a casket with the contours of a ladel spilling gas? Is there a whale song in your pants, that sings of crippled tangerines? Is there a clipboard on a scientist, discovering what I need? Is there a baby that will burst in flames, when it starts to cry? Is there a lacquer thinner thick enough for bathing in a sty? Is there a lock of candy sandwich with some fosil's for it's teeth? Is there an Elvis eating doctor, partial to your noodle ring? And of all of these things? I do not know. But it's a chance to sing and a chance to grow. So pardon me while I sing, dee dee dee dee dee dee... Is there a pogo stick with fingerprints, inside your creepy drawers?
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Caca In The Pants 05:49
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Once upon a time, I thought we shared a dream Mining through the night for that nugget inbetween. The thing that seems so obscene today Took us to the chapel of love yesterday. (To my daddy I'd say) Papa, have you got any caca in your jeans? I got a heavy load and I'm gonna explode and cream. You see, Thursday night, I might just be okay. But with both hands tied I find it hard to pray. Friday comes and I just cant behave. So come and play. I'm waiting. But now she's leaving me for caca, caca in the pants. It's all a big mess, I'd confess if I'd done something wrong But my tools in the shed and I'm on your front lawn. And now she's leaving me for caca, caca in the pants. I thought we were friends, it was you that said we were one But those were just lies and now your long gone. Now she's leaving me. You know, last night I had myself a dream My girl and I, with a moonlit sky Walking hand in hand, and caca in the pant. But I told myself today, to stop thinking all that way Even though yesterday I did the same. But then I close my eye's and think back to a day Remembering the way that she was (oh she was) Pleasing me. Teasing me. LEAVING ME! Now she's on another plain and cant explain my caca, caca in the pants. It's all a big mess, I'd confess if I'd done something wrong But the table is set and the damage is done. Now she's leaving me for caca, caca in the pants I thought we were friends, I reach down and take hold of my doo Thrust it back in and wish it was you. Now she's leaving me Once upon a time, you said it was fine If you might find a little caca in the jean But now it's too much and you say it's a crutch for me For me. You've got to be free. Between what you say and what you believe Might tend to reveal some caca in your jeans But I think all we need is just some space to breathe. To breathe. We've got to be free... From all that caca. Ahh, there's too much caca. There's more to life than caca. Now she's leaving me.

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This is the second album of the archival series. Collecting the songs recorded on 4 track.

D. Sticker wrote and produced two short video's (each one runs about 25 to 30 minutes). In 1993 there was Rummage Sale (tracks 1-7). In 2002 there was Caca Candy (tracks 8-11). This album is a collection of the music composed for both of those short "films".

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released January 1, 2006

All songs written by D. Sticker and performed by D. Sticker Ensemble.

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