unknown

I just got put down
In the ashes of a backwash town
Black debris, the burned-out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singin' the regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
It's a state where i belong

I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out all the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singin' a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

You're better off alone
Troubles find their home(?)................

(more to come, according to beck)

Momma don't take me
Down to the den
To make it by myself [?]
It'll rip me away [?]

Pulled by the drapes
Spank my ass [?]
[???]
[???]

The [???]
[???]
[???]
[???]

Pulled by the drapes
Split up my ass [?]
[???]
[???]

[screaming]

Go with parents, say your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
That something strange happens to you
Tell your parents on your teacher
[???]

Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you

[some kind of whimpering]

[breathing]

Sucker without a brain
Nothin to do again
Step into the street
Like the man on a flying trapeze

Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home

Isn't it just like a dream
Sirens and people and everything
The driver tried to swerve
But he just didn't see ya
Now you're buried 'neath the wheel
Just like a tortilla

Here comes that bus
Right into your face
Now you're flying
Now you're flying home

When we're dead we can all climb aboard
The fare is easy to afford
Sometimes you meet a fireman
Sometimes you meet a dancer
This is one ride where you won't need no transfer

Here comes that bus
Right into your face

Lightning burned the field
Black fire choked our breath
(???) in the kitchen
Sand poured through the walls
We looked to one another
The children shut their mouths
The whirling and the turning
Of destruction filled our house
The blood-thirsty yearning
Clamored all about us
Darkness rose up
From the floor like a demon
Fearful of the death
That buckled through our minds
Shaken to the core
Foresaken and unkind
Well the sun came a-shinin'
And the dust did settle down
Birds and jack-rabbits
Lay dead on the ground
Electricity
Trembled in the sky
Sparks shot forward
Causing us to fly
...take some breakfast
But the grit was in our food
And everywhere around us
Starvation broke on through
My husband stood a-starin'
At the plentiful disaster
God was in his eyes
But death was in his heart
Dried up whiskey
Chickens in the house
Stolen car stereo
Cholesterol on your mouth
Stolen car stereo
Snowman all in flames
Deluxe cockroach
Tellin me what's real
Black sabbath playin'
I wake up in my socks
Candle all a-burnin
Her face is on tv

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

(now brothers and sisters,...(?) in vietnam...
And i want you all to be singing while i'm
Pickin up these herbs here...)

Big stompin mama with a can of ?
Thick gold chain wrapped around your neck
Bottle of pain plate in the wedge
??????
Big stompin mama with a big check comin
Discount finger with a ring all around it
Stump-back dog cake eatin up blood (?)
Steamboat blowin up the gale all the mud
Gettin what ya need off a broke-face weasel
And the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach
She's a lover she's a money-squeezin
Never-please-her all night long

(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

Alright here's a stupid song i wrote today
Yeah
Alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
Yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
Ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
Whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something

Take out your whiskey bottle there
Now you don't even move out of your chair
Your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time

You can get out a blowdryer and
Blowdry the hair right off of your head
You can saute

I feel like a piece of shit (a bunch of times, ad nauseam)

Smashed stars
And old fruit jars
The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
Under the cover
The protein summer
Givin' a number
In a weighed out sun
Got an infection
Ready for inspection
The guts that glow
Armor and shield
Blaze through the fields
Mighty directions
With the devils peel
Sanitized
Rippin' the surf
Right down to the foul earth
They bathe to the cabins
Lightin' their way
Through the curious pathoms
Suckin' your breath
Down your legs
Wishin' for a worlds
With fresh cigarettes
But now they bathe
A tiresome grave
??? frequency
Punks gettin' shade

Tell me where you want me to go
If i'm gone then i'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If i've been there split in two
Tell me what you want me to say
Then i'll put my tongue away

Tell me what you want me to see
With my eyes so grizzly gray

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
The lion's tame

Tell me where you want me to go
If i'm gone then i'll get there soon
Tell me what you want me to be
If i've been there split in two

You're insane
Got no name
The lion's tame
It's all the same
Got no brain
Lion's tame

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)

She fucked me up the ass [x4]

(yeah, east 17 ain't got nothin on this shit)

Aw, i feel like a piece of shit
The rave--i went to the rave
And she fucked me up the ass [x4]

Come on now, bread and butter
No one knows a better mother
She's the guy who kills the sky
Burns the night out when she goes away

She's the boat in the sewer
She's the old man with manure
Rockin all night like a drum
Goin back where she comes from

Can of whiskey

Big guitars on the wall
Cracker-jacks burn and fall
Styrofoam in her hair
She is barely anywhere

Can of whiskey
Can of whiskey
Can...

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.

The storms are on the ocean
On and on they go
Searching through the waters
Where you might be low
And i am so downhearted
Never to be well
And i am disappointed
The words will never tell

The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion
If i am false to you

The last time that i saw you
You shook my hand goodbye
You said it wasn't forever
That would be a lie
But that was such an old friend
He holds you in his hands
And i am so long waiting
To meet you in that land

The storms are on the ocean
The heavens may cease to be
This world may lose its motion
If i were false to thee

My friend picked me up about quarter past five
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
Had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathing deeply, breathing deeply...
And there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what

Well we spent many years always tryin to get high
Seems like there wasn't nothing that we wouldn't try
We made bongs out of bananas, we free-based every time
We were always lookin, always lookin

Now there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what

Well we got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet going on the stereo
I said let's get out the nitrous and let the windows up
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing..

And there's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what the fuck
There's a fume in this truck
And we don't know if we're dead or what
Yeah!

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!

Special people all the time
Special people on my mind
Special people burnin' white
Special people gettin' all uptight
Special people kiss my soul
Special people take control
Special people lick the ground
Special people run up and down
Special people squeeze the breeze
Special people slash their knees
Special people soak up fire
Special people climbin' higher
Special people create belief
Special people steal some beef
Special people don't need your plans
Special people got recycling cans
Special people got songs to sing
Special people are happening
Special people stompin' fast
Special people haulin' ass
Special people are so sincere
Special people got special beer
Special people flick the grease
Special people come in peace
Special people will scrimp and save
Special people will never bathe
Special people in hot pursuit
Special people got the boot
Special people sleep in moss
Special people got the sauce
Special people open wide
Special people ain't satisfied

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

Out on the highway,
I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients,
Vibrating the ancients
Handin' out money,
The flies makin' honey
Beaches aplenty,
The pigs on the levee...

Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... thats what i like!

Seasons are turnin',
Villages burnin',
Convalescents
Open their presents
Wanderin' children
Ready and willin'...
Beggars and lightweights
Harness the highways
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... thats what i like!

Abandoned coal mine,
We'll have a good time
Red tape rivals,
Recycling bibles

Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... thats what i like!

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

Mtv makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
Mtv makes me wanna get high
Can't get a ride no matter how i try
And everything's perfect
And everything's bright
And everyone's perky
And everyone's uptight
I watch those videos
I watch 'em all day........
And i plug 'em in my eyeballs--
Hey hey

And the colors are nice
And the pictures are nice
And the girls are nice
Everything's so nice
I said mtv makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
Mtv makes me wanna get high
Can't get a ride, can't get a ride
Can't get a ride, can't get a ride

Well i work at the video store makin change
And i'm countin out the pennies twistin in my brains
Condos in the distance and smog in the air
No one in the streets and no one anywhere
And i drink what i drink and i eat from a can
And i'm standing near the microwave
'til i feel special
Now i'm checkin out the furniture, i wanna buy some
Might buy a wheelchair and roll out of this town
Yeah, and mtv makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out of the window and i'm never comin back
Mtv makes me wanna get high
Can't get a ride, can't get a ride
Can't get a ride, can't get a ride
Can't get a ride, can't get a ride
Mtv makes me wanna burn flesh!
Having an orgy down in the satellite dish!!!

(coughing)

Dead man with no eyes
Won't you look at me tonight
Tell me will i look good
With my pants on so tight
Watch me die, watch me die

Dead man with no heart
Won't you love me still
Put me in your helicopter
And gimme some weight-loss pills
Watch me die, teach me how to cry

Dead man with no stomach
Won't you eat up all my food
Spit it in my face
'cuz it don't taste so good
Watch me die, let me ride

Dead man with no feet
Won't you run to the liquor store
We're running out of caskets
Won't you run and get some more
Watch me die

Dead man, i ain't got no credit
Won't you put me in a cash machine
Swim around with the dollar bills
Look out, i'm turning green
Watch me die, watch me fry

Well i just got put down
In the ashes of an asphalt town
Black debris, the burned out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out on the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Frozen dreams, dead machines
They don't notice me at all

[harmonica solo]

Troubles find their own
You're better off alone
Nobody knows the coupon clones
The stowaway's in the captians clothes

Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all

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.

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues

Well the beans have been baking
Upon the camel's hump
Like a voodoo curse
In an old lady's purse
Confetti on my grave

I got the fucked up blues
I got the fucked up blues
Lord what can you do
About the fuckin fucked up blues (x2)

I woke up on the futon
And my boots were on fire

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 too big 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 too big 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 too big 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 too big cares away
Man alive, i can't drive my too big cares away

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

Devils haircut single
...a story i wanna pass on to you that i think is...has meant a lot to me.
He said, "ed, you have no control over the past. it's a canceled check.
You have no control over the future because you don't know
What's going to happen. your maximum point of power is now!"

None-a that trouble...all my days
None-a that trouble...all my days

None-a that trouble...all my days
None-a that trouble...all my days
Hey hey
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy!

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 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

(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.....

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--!

On the old forgotten crossways
Where the fourteen rivers did meet
The bones of our elders
Lying in the street
On a dark and dusty deserts
Like a ghost i've flown
I barely cried when i arrived
I never found a home

Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing
Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

I am a ramshackler
Go from town to town
And when there is no shelter
I lay down on the ground
I killed every reason
They gave for me to stay
Cussed the morning, burned the bone
And dragged that thing away

Mmm, to the peace of sorrow
Never ceasing
Mmm, to the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

There's saints and there is animals
They've taken what they could
And it's written in the pages
Do just like they should
They stood the test and burned the rest
And tore them limb from limb
And it's marked upon their faces
It's written on their skin

Ooh, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing
Mmm, feel the strain of sorrow
Never ceasing

(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

She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a burning lawn
She's dead and gone
She's here and now
She's hangin around
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a liquor store
She's a apple core
She's a camel hair
She's a golden chair
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a silver star
She's a stolen car
She's a milky way
She's an old ashtray
She's a blue cross (x4)

She's a blue cross (x4)

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]

I got a room down in hollywood
The rent was cheap,
The street was cool
But there was an old man
Who lived right next to me
He was so wretched
He ate up everything
The day i moved in
I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling
He ran out into the hall and he yelled
"watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!"
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth

He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
"you little creepy slob,
Why don't you get a job?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you get out of here?
Why don't you move away?
Why don't you just get lost?"
He spent his days
Down in adult book stores
Bringing home all kinda weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me
So one day i get pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might
"watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, i've got a taser gun!"
You son of a bitch
I think it's startin to itch
He's got the taser gun
(spoken: mr. handjob)

[a voice that sounds like darth vader:
Eternal nothingness. i offer myself so that you might
Cast your inscrutable dear silence upon me. o monstrous
Hall, symbol of the greater glory of absence, darkness and
Mystery beyond the realm of human thought. let me ask
For your grace and forgiveness in the knowledge that i
Shall serve you all the days of my meaningless life.]

Death is comin' to get you, it's mighty plain to see
With a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine
He's got rings on his fingers and knives up his sleeves
Well he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name
And he's comin to your house while you're watchin' a football game
Well he's pullin' up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight
And the eyes goin' blind and your hair is turnin' white

He's crawlin' up the stairs with the can of mace
He's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face
He sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees
He's filling up the room with the jesters (?) and disease...well
He smashes the tv, decapitates your mom
Raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn
Plays frisbees with your records, pours blood on the walls
Uses your telephone to make long-distance calls

He's laughin' at your diary, he's pukin' on your suits
He's dancin' on your forehead in your hikin' boots
He's climbin' up the chimney, he's fallin' through the roof
He ties you up with snakes, takes your drugs and booze
He's coverin' you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid

He's sendin' back all the bills that you've paid
He covers you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid
He's got everything you own out on the patio
And he's givin' it away to people you don't know
Well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed
And this is kind of a stupid song you write when you're unemployed

On a highway unpaved going my way
You're so alone today
Like a ghost town i've found
There's no relief, no salt in the sea
Is it true what they say
You can't behave
You gamble your soul away
Measuring your dreams of this life seems
Like the gristle of loneliness

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

Like an nice age nice days
On your way sipping the golden dregs
On a rip tide freaks ride
Sleep inside a parasite's appetite
Oh say can't ya see the chemistry
The parasites, the cleanup fee
Death leather hands recycled cans
Get well cards to the hostage vans

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

You're a deadweight right straight
On your way sunk in the midnight shade
Skies burn eyes turn
Learning to counterfeit their disease
In this town where we roam
We bluff our souls on canteen patios
Drink the greatest draft
The music drags the music drags the music drags...

Don't let the sun catch ya crying
Don't let the sun catch ya crying

(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

Bogusflow (version 2) / kcrw radio appearance 1994

Monkey see, monkey die
Laminate your face
And paste it up into the sky
'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
Completely rancid and beautiful
Like a dishrag laying in the street
Uptight beyond belief
Cut a hole in the floor to see
How close to hell we're standing

Got the travelling vitamin c blues
Police lady staring at my shoes
Holy ghost, moldy toast
Riding lampost
Excitement level: zero

Rock the casbah, bring the noise
Pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core
Adults with cordless personalities
Running around in new wave bionic jogging suits
(spoken: ... gimme some of that noise)

California white boy sound
Rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
New age, old age-- completely totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards
With the sound completely turned all the way off