unknown

Captain brain's comin down
Thinkin about nothin at all
Who could it be?
Who could it be locked inside your bathroom?
With a can of corn

(distorted repeated background theme: "barukh atah adonai eloheinu melekh ha-olam")

(spoken)
That's the holiday...
That's the hanukkah robot funk
(ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.)
Right about now...
Gonna drop some hanukkah science
Yeah, hmm, uh--this is it...

I press a button make the gentleman cry
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
I funk this joint and check out holiday gear
The system booming strictly pioneer
Under the rear
Bringing a tear
I turn it out in a holiday mode
Safe like a seatbelt in a volvo
Keeping it real like a spray-snow tree
We'll shut it down harmoniously
Rockin' softly
808 beats

(rap) i get this shit lit like a menorah
Funk so illegal i think i might need a lawyer
Not a firestarter but my beats get hotter
Even amount like an allowance (??)
Footwear riot (??) new balance
Hanukkah pimp on a check
Like a micro rock(??) gettin' in a sweat (??)
Neal's mackin' track
Ejaculatin' on buffet tables and record labels
Willin' and able
Bring my funk in place of each beat (???)
Lifestyles of the slick and sleazy
Spin around and around like a dreidel
Kind of science that puts you back in the cradle
Shit, sometimes this track's so poignant
Somebody please pass me some kind of ointment
Put these rhymes together like a thief
Clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf
Dropping science, you don't even know what hits you
Next thing you know you're 13 and get a bar mitzvah


(background: "his eminence is gay.")

I get down, i get down, i get down all the way
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ooohhhhhh
I get down, i get down, i get down all the way, etc.

Hanukkah pimp [x20]
Pimpin'!!!!

(assorted noises, "menorah, menorah, menorah.......and my book (??)")

Oh say can you see
Big long limosine
With a bongo player in the back
Yeah, we're smoking a cigar
We set a hot dog

[the words are almost identical to version on
Stereopathetic soulmanure]

Have you got a fine place to slip to
When you're feeling down
Have you had a week or two
Just to get your troubles down
Found a lot of life and laughter
With a grandfather in the bowery
She had a body of sixteen or seventeen
She had a mind of forty

I met her on a cold day
In a city far away

With the worlds about zero
And i saw at once,
Into her soul
She's gonna call me her hero

Never like a walk in the rain or the lane
I found a lot of death that day
With the grandfather in the bowery
Cause i like her like the world

She had a halo of gold
Told me stories of her life and the courage was sublime
Pantomime
I walk the line
Cause you're blind
I walk the line

No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money
No money
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money, no honey
No money
No money

(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind
Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)

When all is said and done
Wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
And take them down
Down to the town
In a monte carlo
With stevie nicks
The interior, white leather
And you're the last thing on my list
But you're the first thing i'm gonna remember
When i wake up
It's all gonna come to be
The same bad video for twenty years
It's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
It's easier when you're self-made
You can pack it up and put it on the highway
You can fill up the air with bad breath
'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
And filtered back into the system
And packaged up
And the space age is running out of distance
It can leap out
And disconnect all the connections
Program the appliances to puke on the floor
It's all gonna come to be
Self-indulgent
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
The same old noise you never wanted to see
Mexican speed-metals, things
Casserole fruit salad hairgel
Self-inflicted life-affirming hell
Is that slack?
Is that crack?
Are those dogs or are those dogmas?
Are those clogs or platform shoes
On your feet
Take your johnny cashmachine
And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
Like a plane crash
Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
And the love that is breathin'
Is the love that is spraypainting
Vandalizing everything you own
'cause it's all gonna come to be
The same bad scene for 20 years
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
Predictions of debilitating health
Whining all night long
Whining and dining
Climbing into the rafters
Shredding your afro
Taking karate lessons
Sucking in the bandages

I feel low down
So down
I feel low down
Oh yeah
I'm feeling down
I'm feeling down
I feel low down
I feel so low down
Well, i went to the store
And i bought some..............coffee

(beck speaking:)
[ya know how it is
It's like, my lady's gone, y'know...
I just let my twig fly in the wind
You know it's like the branch broken
It's like, i let my twig fly in the wind
Sometimes i need a little kindling (laughter),
Sometimes i kindle up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
Ya know what i'm sayin?
It's like a twig...it's like a stick
But it's more portable (more laughter)
It's like my own portable twig, y'know what i'm sayin?
I let it fly in the wind
You know, sometimes i get lonely
And i let my twig fly in the wind...
Yeah... it's like that, y'know] (music begins...)

Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face down trippin' so damn hard
Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a load of bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and i'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he come back with a frown

He's just a twig in the wind
Twig in the wind (a bunch of times)
All right

I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
Piggys pay full price (?) to take them down to the dump
Dusty busty skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating dj sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat

I'm just a twig in the wind...

Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Wheeeeeeeee!

(really unintelligible beck-stuff here)

[spoken: "love me like a cab (?).
Love me. i know you will. love me....(laugh)
Let's chill. i know what you're made of:
Ecstasy....next to me. the future
Is bright....your pants are so tight. tantalize.
On my thighs. love me.........like a god!!!!!!!!!!]

You said go
You said stay
Got so confused
I tried to do both
So i broke out in a sweat
Cashed my check
And i spent it to death
'cause its hard to compete
It's hard to eat
When you're beating your fist on the ground
And it's rude
Did you ever even think about the impression
You gave to the pigs
To the kids
With the hazardous waste in their wine
And their eyes
Their gasoline hairstyles
Workin' their magic for you
You said go
You said stay
You said try a combination
Didn't know where to start
I was lost
I was beige
I was over and under my age
Like a video
Like a chick
Like a dead man moving to quick
In my way
Had no plan
Dealin' out papers into the wastecan
Tryin' hard to stay awake
And the rest of the best was a big mistake
So let's drive
Right into the ground
Hold it down with the garbageman-clown
'cause it's a deal
It's a noose
It's news
It's pennies

Well if it ain't your time to go
Then you'd better stay put for now
Cuz everybody's gotta do their time until it's time
And if it ain't broken, then break it
And say you knew me way back when
We're fools, we're fools
And all rest were swine waiting to be defiled
Well i could hang up my shingle
Out by the side of the road
And try to bang a flame out of the cinders you left behind
Like a driftwood in the night
That was washed up by the light
Of the moon that bleached my bones
That sent me to the pile
Mustard in your smile
Land a hand on the radio dial
And the breezes of the season
Have blown us back to hell
It's a stolen telephone
That i dialed blind and alone
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
Now the deserts are inflamed
And the bandages are the same
And the factories, casualties are looking for mangled joes(?)
And if it ain't your time to go
Then you'd better stay put for now
Cuz anybody gotta put their hand
Upon the hand of the clock
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt

Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge
Empty and cold, burnin' a light bulb

Outside (???)

Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy

Aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah

The man gave me a ticket
When i tried to kick it
Breathin' on my biscuit
Kissin' my finger
Car alarm is goin'
Saxophone is blowin'
Baby i been throwin' (?)
At the dancin' children
Everything's so phony
If you wanna phone me
You can be my homey
Give me some sympathy

Right now
Get down
Right now
People getttin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy

Gettin busy....

Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie
Takin' them as they come
Alcohol please give me some

If i stay in the same place
The animals will lick my face
Soak in the dawn of day
Rollin' my body away

Alcohol leavin' me dry
Now it is time for pie
Takin' them as they come
Alcohol please give me some

Kiss the grass, slay a hag
Feel the ?? freedom fag
Get up early, do your chores
Chase the murder with the rancid pores

???
The haunted beast with faces flayed
Silver children make a fuss
??? with molten puss

??? crack their ???
With??? wings on ten-cent breath
Revolution ??? fist
??? angel piss

Flower-powered wussy songs
Solid darkness goddess show
Breathing heirlooms thru the hour
From the cradle lost their power

Drinking up delicious ghost
They eat themselves from coast-to-coast
Dancing in their bandages
The victims grow leaving messages

??? cocaine blast,
Earthly mothers with flattened chests
Slurpy gardens, mystic hours
Fried vibrations over-power

???? of their hair
???? and underwear
Crazy wires fuse their brains
Drinking water sugar cane

Playing drums and broken ???
??? gods and iron boots
Soaring wicked love control
Circus storm and demon skull

Entering the solar ???
???, crystal clear
Thrashing in the astral glow
Flashing in their fleshly show

Drinking up delicious ghost
They eat themselves from coast-to-coast
Dancing in their bandages
The victims grow leaving messages

(this looks like a job for the mystery lyric expert!--deborah)

Out on the highway i'm doin it my way
Handing out money of flies making honey
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients
Legions of plenty, the pigs on the levee

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away--that's what i like

Breezes are turning, village is burning
Convalescents open the presents
Wandering children ready and willing
Beggars and light-weights hard as the highway

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away--that's what i like

Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time
Sunstroke rivals recycling bibles

Let's don't be like everyone else
With the one-trip rooms, the half-way house
Big black drums beat in the night
Running away--that's what i like

Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza
Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van
Pongalo junto
Invitacion extra

Fuckin' on my...
Fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin to me
Fuckin' talkin to me...ohhhh
And i won't (?)
And i tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel...oooohhhhh
I wanna think
I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock n roll
My rack n roll
I've got the soul
I've got the soul
????, etc.

I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on tuesday
I'll be stuck on sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright

When i snap my fingers
When i walk the line
When i get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just to small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair

Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
Cuz you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
On a broken train

I'm a motherfucker because i don't give a fuck!
Yow, ow! what the fuck is up!
Yeah, i'm a motherfucker 'cause
I don't give a fuck!
Yo, my man, what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is up? what the fuck is up?
What the fuck is going on in this town?
Big bloody wallet full of snakes
Goddam cupcakes on fire
Goddam cheesecake in my jeans!
(aw, save that for later)

Feel so good about a piece of trash
The birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass,
The worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,
White lightnin' and old fruit jar
I get juiced from africa to spain
Ghetto blastin' down the lane,
The pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades
Dig my grave with a silver spade,
Makin' a list, takin requests
Ripping the blues out of the your vest
Strychnine
Hit it with a club, stripmine
You felt the plugs
When you dig up the path, the (?)
Beat your fists through the static and noise
Cause i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied..
Get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..
{scream}
Yeah
Jon spencer: you got it!
Is that good?
Jon spencer: you got it!!
Alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You want me to do one more?
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You got the flavor
Jon spencer: you got the flavor!
You got the flavor!

Curses i send
On these countless men
Curses on their trespasses
Will they never end?
Curses on their blades
On the spare and open lanes
Once i've been searching
Recipe acclaim (??)
Curses on their children
Runnin all around
Makin such a business
While i'm rusting in the ground
I might rise up to meet them
When they leave this life
Might rise up to eat them
When they leave this life

Curses on this valley
And the lands on up ahead
I was on my way to meet them
When they found me dead
And i clapped my brittle hands
And i made them join my game
Now i hope they all decease
And marry a man in shame

Curse every word
That's planted on their lips
Curse the sleek machine
And their iron colored ships
Curse every wave that
Pounds a wicked shore
Curse every salesman
Knocking on their door

And i am not a creature
And i am not a dog
I have no claim to be there
In the evening fog
And i am not a bone
Staring through the air
Have no say in anything
My tongue is barely there

Curses on curses
I see no other way
Some of them are weeping
And some of them gay
Some of them have worn
So deep they feel no pain
Curses on their fingers
Curses on their brains

All my days i had moldy bread
Robot brains and the flyin' airplanes
Hollowed out and filled with dust
Rockin' like a hurricane under the rug
Bored to the core on a sunken boat
A worn out candle and a plastic coat
A ziplock bag, a pelican bone
A perfect shape, a cardboard reject
Overfed, electric comatose
Riding in the air, invisible socks
A broken blanket, flamin' sawdust
Wakin' up in the shadow of a piece of dirt

Gonna fly like a dog
Gonna leap right out the wall
Gonna walk around this town with a can o' whiskey
Gonna run like a bird
Gonna roll out in the dirt
Gonna run around this town with the phone machine

Yellow cat layin flat on the road
Molten lead shootin' out the ground
Tinfoil witch burnin' under the bridge
Flap your wings and leap out the window
Put a glass eye in the eyes of god,
Nuke the kiss
Polaroid cupcake
Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit
Camouflage gimmick, whip out like never before

Gonna jump like a fly
Gonna burn like a pig
Gonna flap around and pass out on the kitchen floor
Gonna crawl like a rock
Gonna dance like a worm
Gonna take my shoes right off and smell my socks

Fly like a squirrel
Gonna swim like a chicken
Gonna weedwack a plate of noodles in the afternoon
Gonna melt like a weasel
Gonna fry like a kid
Gonna get my walkie talkie, and some mustard and
Some mayonnaise, and a mermaid, and some macaroni, bricks, and some
Telephone wires, and phone machines, and a fax machine, and a...(laughing)

Is it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
Is it wrapped in trash, sent back in a sanitation tank?
Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires?
Is it sped up, spun around brown and yellow in the fires?

What is this town? they said i got no place to be
The money need is taking everything i see

Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice?
Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice?
Is it normal, born-again? let the vultures drink and drown
Is it's force from weathers, birds of feathers never found?

What is this town? they said i got no place to be
The money need is taking everything i see

Is it come and gone?
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
What is this town? they said i got no place to be
The money need is taking everything i see

She is gettin' flaky
Doesn't wanna take me
She's a special lady
Gonna shake and bake me

Feelings, i have so many feelings
And i know that i'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
Feelings--oh, feelings
Lord, i have so many feelings
And i know that i'm dealing
I'm dealing with all these feelings
I'm feeling all of these feelings
Lord, i know that i'm healing
I'm trying to feel all of my feelings
Feelings that make me feel
That there's something more to be real
Lord, i'm dealing with these feelings
Feelings feelings feelings
Oh no no, all of these feelings
When everything is turning
Turning into my feelings
And i know that something is feeling
All of my feelings

She is all i need
For here, for now
She is all i see
For here, for now
Gimme something to eat
For here, for now
She is all i need
For here, for now

Oh yeah

Baby i can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and i can't wait
You're the one who's got no tongue
Look and see which way it's run
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Obituaries i seen right through
Brochures of the times we knew
Taxes on the days we spent
Repossessed and named and chained
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Accusations, suspects named
Battered husbands, cousins blamed
Holdin' up your trophy bones
Sticks and stones and lesser knowns
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

And all your hopes can be derailed
Low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
No dreams in the night you lie
All the stars stripped from the sky
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away
Man alive, i can't drive my two-bit cares away

Talkin' a lotta shit...got a lotta shit on my mind
Got some bad feelings on me
(mumble)
Fast, fast people comin' to my house
Tellin' me things that i already know
Some bad shit
Don't wanna touch it
It's like a big empty city full of toasters
Bad energy

(background voice)
Hey, i know who you are,
But you don't know me...hahaha!
Yea, yea, yea i know that
I know that guy, man. that's the guy, man...hehehe!
I know that guy. yeah, ???
You comin' to me man, you talkin' to me man?
I make a problem for you, my friend...hahaha!
I know man, make a problem very quick...very quick

My soul's suckin dry
My soul's been sucked dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me
With my soul sucked dry
Oh, my soul's suckin' dry

Famine in my head (??)
My soul's suckin dry
Emptiness surrounds me
Bitterness crowns me

[female voice: i'm totally fucked up. i can barely speak. i'm totally fucked up.
They gave me so many drugs. but, uh...i'm gonna be here...

[beck speaks]alright, what we're talkin about here is...is kind of a...it's a heartland
Feeling...like, uh, mellencamp, you know, kind of a mellen feeling. ok, what you
Gotta get together is a... some...a heartland folk singer. uh, we're gonna need a real
Quick... uh, john cougar mellencamp, bruce springsteen, bob seeger...that type of
Feel. a mellen feeling. you know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh...of a
Heartland quality, uh, just powerful straight-forward music. and if you can't get just
The right type of feeling, find someone who will pass and change them.]

Old man johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin', goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the tv
Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Yea, nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Yeeaaaahhh

Well little rosanna came from texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana
Came into town not lookin' for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him dutch
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin' out change
She kicked the boss in the shin and unplugged the games

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it
Ooo ooo, yea yea yea

Sam got canned at the cannery
She punched out the clock that night
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home
He was cold and he had a headache
Well his wife was cookin canned beans
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink

He was only a person
Who didn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Oh yeah
Wooo ooo ooo

Smiley was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an abandoned lighthouse
Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy
He took a joyride, drove it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head

Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Ooo ooo yea

Well janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin' around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin' tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted

She's only a person
Who doesn't know shit
Nothin' happenin'
That's about it

Yea yea yea....oh yea, etc.

Celebration
Pineapples and kumquats
Simultaneously exploding
Cokes in the fruit of eternity
Lighting matchsticks and candles
Drawing pictures with god
????
Severing the tires of god
Covering yourselves with masking tape
???
[unintelligible stuff and noise]

"lacksadaisical" fermented elastic
Comatose

Some folks get their kicks steppin on ants
Some folks fall for love and romance
Some like to roll in the mud and laugh
My baby just likes to cut people in half

I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing i saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues.

Well i thought i heard a chainsaw
Revving up late one night
Woke the next morning cut in two
And i knew that i was right

I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing i saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues
(harp solo)

I knew we were in trouble
And i knew we...she lost her head
When she started bringing all those
Power tools to bed.

I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing i saw was the big long saw
I got the cut in half blues

....twilight...????
I've seen your place before, i've tread thid field ???
I bought a plastic light, my separate ceiling blade
My city to the scope, my ???? spokes
My ????
But she'll never never know
My ?? has a ???

???
???
I come from lots of????
My very modest tricks
My pricks and belly rose (?)
My operation blows
???
My big pollution grows
I never spoke of flood
My ?????
??????.....

(aaarrgghh!!! okay, i give up for now; this may not be right, but at least i tried!
I'm sure it will all come to me in a dream one night with
A man on a flaming pie clearly spouting the words to this
Song. i'll get back with you.....deborah)

A sparkle in the night (?)
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced...deeply into myself
Faceless...emerging
Black confetti

When i was born, lot's of people sayin' i looked like a dead man
But to them there was no kindness
And so i came into the world with my hands in my jacket
Made a whole lotta racket
Couldn't speak, but i could beat on a stick

Oh, when that aeroplane comes with the lord
Will i be ignored
Will i be ignored by the lord
Will i be ignored

There was a woman, she looked on me sweetly
I needed her life to be with mine
But never will they meet
No, never will they see
These two vines will twist away, away
Will i be ignored by the lord
Will i be ignored by the lord, by the lord
What for? i may travel on one leg
My breakfast will be unpaid
And the flapjacks will flap back off the ceiling onto my head
Will i be ignored
Will i be ignored by the lord
Will i be ignored

By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?



Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find



Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
They shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees



By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was there some concerned
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?

(when the fat man shaving in the pullman washroom
Grunts, "what's this?")

Leave me on the moon
I must be coming back too soon
Pieces of pieces laying upon
Somebody's walking on my hands
Leave me on the moon
Everybody knows it's true
Everything is good as long it's stays still
Coins jingle in my brain

You've been watching me
Through your jewelry
Sending rings around my hands
Now that i'm near you
I slowly disappear you
Your fingernails are much too long

Leave me on the moon
You can stay there too
Seems like everybody's just
Floating away
While i tie myself down
While i tie my.....

(this is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Burn the album)

Tonight the city is turned off
Look at me, i'm wearing your shirt and it's burnt
Dissentious morons are dissing you, dissing me
Keeping the friendship in massive supply

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Give the finger to the folk singer
I'm sure he'll appreciate it deeply
And where there's smoke
And there's grease and an unperfect peace
The free 'n' easy letdown will make it all come alive

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Makeshift scene, mildly insulting
You really said it when you said i was just a scavenger
There's a headbangin' corpse, just take it to the source
Take the plug, unplugged, plug it up, rip the plug right outta the wall

That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind
I got no mind

Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume

????
????
Throw your inspiration in your station wagon
?????????????intestine

Flavor
Got the flavor
Got the flavor
Feel so good about a piece of trash, the birds are drunk, they're drinking from a glass
White lightning and an ol' fruit cup
(?)(?)box rock where you are
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Juiced up, from africa to spain
Ghetto blastin to the drivin' lane
Insane in the mundane
Pass the bucket, drink your wheels,
Spinnin it back
Black shit
Cause i got the flavor
Yeah i got the flavor
Cause i got the flavor
Yeah i got the flavor
Gah what the fuck? got the flavor.. oh!
Damn!
Out in the moonlight takin' requests,
Rippin' the blues out of your vests
Stripmine the built to flood
Stricnine with head down with a thud
Cause i got the blues and i can't be satisfied..
Yeah i got the blues, we're gonna catch that train and ride
Flavor..
Flavor..
Flavor..
Got the taste..
Got the taste...
Yeah got the taste..
Got the taste
Got a bucket?
Oh got the flavor in my gut
Oh yeah shake your guts
Uh
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
Cause i got the taste
Got the taste, flavor!
Cause i got--!

You been a talkin' now, you been a rockin' now
You been a guessin' now, you been undressin' now
You goin' up and down, you got a super sound
You got a lotta cow, stuck a shiny steak on me now

You been aduckin' down, you been a fuckin' round
You been aridin' now, you been decidin' now
You just a sucker clown, i'm just a fucker now
I got no money now, say that ain't funny now

Yahooooo...oh yeah, country(?) now

You got a chicken now, you been a dickin' now
You wanna ditch me now, trackin' the kitchen now
All of the people now, crawlin' and creepin' now
If i can show you how, i think you bogus now!

Now now...hey hey hey...come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on (???)

Steve had a big commotion
Didn't need no suntan lotion
He was doing fine with what he had
And off his melting jaw
All the wonderful things he saw
And the free hair growing on his sandwich
He looked out on the fairground
With the spinning things spinning all around
And he felt the food going down and coming back
And on top of the ferris wheel
He threw up on the heel
Of the beautiful girl who was laughing
There must have been some pizza
And there must have been some fries
And there must have been some tequila
Must have been some wine.
There must have been some falafels
And there must have been some beer
And there must have been some bagels
You could see it so clear.
And there must have been some pickles
And there must have been some sauerkraut
And there must have been some catfish
When he laid his burden down
Pineapples, mangoes, cottage cheese and caramel candy
Garlic, spam and kool-aid
Bananas, fudge, popcorn, catsup and mustard
Oh, he really threw up! he threw up all over the place!
He really threw it! he got really sick
Steve threw up!
Na na na, na na na
Etc.

Smokin on a d
Makin' the...

Burn all the fuel
Die like a mule
Find yourself in a pickup truck
Loading up a nine
Wasting any slime who tries to step
Word to the mother

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback

It's a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
Just a assssss......

Floating through the ghetto like guillotine
Waiting to come down, down on the scene
The second guessing sleaze
Damned to feed the flatulating brotherhood
Puffing on a blunt

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck

The haunches of the pigs
The uniformed legions will conspire
Slacking off is nil
The point is now to kill
Grind the whining bastards in their tracks
New jack
Go, baby

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just ahh...
It's just a asskizz payback

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck
It's just a grudge, it's just a little grudge

[repeated]
It's just a payback [repeated, etc. + various mutterings]
Kiss! kiss! kiss! [etc. + screaming, kissing, moaning, and hissing]

([gotta get it)
([gotta] get it)
(yeeah-oh!)
(yeeah-oh!)
(plastic classic)

Can't forget my [bestial] [???]
Close electric telephone [phones]

Ballin like hordes!
About the shout!

Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump]
All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul
Rockin the plastic
Takin the [no no / robo]
Rough as a river
Cowboy nowboy
[biscuit / risk it] [tripper] hittin the wicked

Man with soul, above the road
Takin' it back for the finger-point crowd

Ooh, [gotta] get it, plastic classic
Totem] [poles] in the briefcase shows

Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)*

Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect)*

Once the whistle blows, my sucker froze
Last saturday night, i couldn't find my [fight]

[drinkin] whiskey an' i did not shave
Paralyzed, like'd didn't have no time
[pumping] [whimper] and round the road
A traveling man with a crooked van

Soda-pop oo sittin like slime
Lets get [soul] an' i realized
Diskobox, [so] action!
Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect
*(gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect) - beck sings at the same time*

Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!
Diskobox oh!

Well, who's that ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's the ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Wrote the book of the seventh seal

Well, god walked down in the cool of the day
And he called adam by his name
He refused to answer
'cause he was naked and ashamed

Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's there ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's there ridin, john the revelator
Wrote the book of the seventh seal

Well, christ had twelve apostles
And he led twelve away
Said "walk with me one hour 'til
I go on and pray."

Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator
Wrote the book of the seventh seal

Christ came down easter mornin
Mary and martha came to see
Said, "go tell my disciples
Meet me down in galilee"

Tell me who's that ridin, john the revelator, etc.


(--son house)

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and i'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown

Let's be doin' it right

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ

I got options, i got cop shows, i get nauseous
And the sweat is day-glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial

O.g. -- original glue-sniffer

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [?]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[???] donut [?]

Uh, wait...

Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]

[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
Above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, i just took some acid (?)
[backwards:] [???] up your ass
[backwards:] [???] hot dog

It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what i'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion

(voice of woody guthrie: i been robbed for cash and i been robbed on credit;
Woke up a lot of mornings, didn't even know where i was at. the hardest
Work i ever done is when i was trying to get myself a worried woman to ease
My worried mind.)

All the things they said would happen to you
Don't ya know they're all comin true
Goin nowhere fast.

Nothing's strange as when it seems
You're living out all your worst possible dreams
Goin nowhere fast

Bad times, worse times,
All the times in between
I tangle in the shadow, stumble in the trees
Goin nowhere fast

I learn my lesson
And i learn it again
I heard what they said, "live fast and die stupid"
Goin nowhere fast
My compass is spinnin
Like a gamblin wheel
It takes a hideous misfortune for to tell how i feel
Goin nowhere fast

I threw it all away
Like shoes into the street
These terrible things will tear me in three
Goin nowhere fast

I don't care what time will tell
Just tell me if i might as well be halfway to hell
Goin nowhere fast

I'm sick through my skin
With silence and doom
I break my back, i cry on the moon
Goin nowhere fast
Going nowhere fast

Tonight the city is full of....radios
And all the distortion pedals are melted
There's sonic youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
And the roof is falling down on my brain
That's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
Got no mind

Somebody burned down the picnic
And somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
And the cliches are gettin eaten up
By the termites with the malt liquor
And the guitar tuners and the pussy galore song
That's why
I play all night
I got no mind
Feel so fine


And the big radio sound is pumping up and down
Jumpin thru the hoops
Making every motion seem like forever
There's air conditioning and brand new nails
And phone calls from people in chicago
...why
Pay no mind
Got no mind
Stay outside

So turn up the levels
And talk to your devils
And bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
It's all the situations and all the celebrations
And all the contaminations that make you
Breed off the carpet
That's why
I pay no mind
(cough) got no mind
Might need a cough drop

Well there's verses and sounds
Falling like pounds and pounds of
Sand weights from the heavens
And she dangles like a bottle
Talkin thru the steering wheels
And broken pantyhose
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
Put out cds

The amplifiers are amplifying
The things that you never knew
Could ever be the same as you
There's wires and plugs
And slugs slithering out into the paint thinner
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Got no mind

Your swivel chairs and sunglasses
And your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy
Turn up the volume and the treble
And call them all the nasty things that you can
Stick into your paper
With your pen
Shove your pen up into the air
Write everything and
Like you just don't care
But it feels good
When you pull off the scenery
And there's puppets and dollar bills
And there's weight-loss pills
And there's cherries and there's potato chips
And the time is runnin low
And there's nowhere else to go
So let's go down
666 up into
I'm raising all my lows
And i'm lowering all my disappointments