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1. _ Museum Piece
(alright, let's do the museum piece!)
Elvis p. and jerry lee, .. (?). perfect three (?)
Gather dust, an undercrust in cleveland
Everybody bows down to them
No one looks and says "hey, screw them,
Who cares what they did? let's kill a new band"
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
Please don't let me be a museum piece
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
I don't think there's any chance of that
John prine sings outside the door but
People going in ignore him
Ahmet forgot that he'd ever signed him
Lowell george was out of luck
He's much too good to be inducted
Sam the sham with one hit doesn't make it either
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
Please don't let me be a museum piece
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
I don't think there's any chance of that
An inch of dust lies on my shoulders
In my head's a touch of mould and
Half my foot has crumbled in my shoe
No one ever visits this wing
It's just like the cut-out bin
Little milton ended up here too
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
Please don't let me be a museum piece
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
I don't think there's any chance of that
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
Please don't let me be a museum piece
Well i don't wanna be a museum piece
I don't think there's any chance of that
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2. _ Museum Of Stupidity
One day there'll be a museum of stupidity
Where we can hang ourselves and throw away the key
Along with the attitudes of the pmrc
And this bullshit drug war full of hypocrisy
The banning of 2 live crew
They'll probably put 2 live crew in there, too
A museum of stupidity, oh yeah
One day there'll be a museum of stupidity
We'll fill it up with exhibits of idiocy
We'll throw in religion and what it really means
A way to hammer nails through the back of your brains
The japanese trawlermen
Who kill everything that moves and call it zen
Museum of stupidity, oh yeah
Look at the walls of the museum of stupidity
You're bound to find there every advert on american tv
And every page of the british gutter press
We got it for nothing, it was going for less
And we'll hang it from roof to floor
And throw away the key after locking the door
The museum of stupidity
The museum of stupidity
The museum of stupidity, oh yeah
Oh yeah
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3. _ Three Martini Lunch
pre>this was originally on the olga -- this is my version based on that.
Sorry i've lost the original author credit.
Thanks to babysnakes@webtv.net (moribund the burgermeister)
For the corrections which resulted in this version. for a different
Version, go here.
Intro:
A amaj9 d a asus2 amaj9
A amaj9 asus4 a asus2 a
A f#m d a
I live near hollywood out in the canyon
D a d e
It's a good life if you're winnin' it's a killer if you're not
A f#m d a
My wife up and left last night, couldn't stand another fight
D a d e
The studio boss fired me, my future's been shot by
Chorus:
A f#m e
The three martini lunch
D a d e
Things will get better soon, i gotta hunch
A f#m e d a
The three martini lunch, wasting another afternoon
D e a (then riff as in intro)
Punching a hole in my life
A f#m d a
I came from the backwoods my prospects seemed real good
D a d e
For actor or director the future looked bright
A f#m d a
But i ran in with a bad crowd and since then it's just been down
D a d e
Alone in the canyon my only companion
Chorus
A f#m d a
I know what they're saying yeah i'll never get back again
D a d e
I pushed my luck this time and i'm on the skids
A f#m d a
But i know what i'm doing i just can't stop doing it
D a d e
Me and my companion, hell bent to ruin it
Chorus
Coda
D a
Wasting another afternoon
D e a f#m e
Punching a hole in my li............fe
D a
Wasting another afternoon
D e a
Punching a hole in my life
A 002220
Amaj9 002100
D 254232
D 000232
E 022100
Asus4 002230
F#m 244222 /pre>
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4. _ Crawlin From The Wreckage
pre>crawlin from the wreckage g. parker
Chords: from david windhorst <colorg@mindspring.com>
G d g
Got out really early from the factory
D g
Drivin' like a nut in the rain
G d g
Don't think i was actin' so hysterically
D
But i didn't see a thing until it came
C
Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway
D g
Beating up the chinee at the counter
C d g
I put a few inside me at the end of the day
D
I took out my revenge on the revolution counter
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
D
You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
C d c
Into a brand new car
G d g
In walks bud with his exploding nose
D g
He's been giving it maximum today
G d g
Shouted, how the devil, you in trouble, i suppose
D
All you ever do is run away
C
Gunned up the motor inta hyperdrive
D g
I wasn't gonna take any of that
C d g
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide
D
'cause all i ever hear is, zoom, bam, fantastic
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin' from the wreckage
D
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage
Crawlin' from the wreckage
C d
Into a brand new car
G7 c7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
G7 c7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
G7 c7
Crawlin', crawlin', crawlin' from the wreckage
Solo
D a d
D a d
D a d
C a d
G
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
D
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
C d c
Into a brand new car
G d g
Nothin' seems to happen that ain't happened before
D g
I see it all through flashes of depression
G d g
I drop my drink and hit some people runnin' for the door
D
Gotta make some kind of impression
C
'cause when i'm disconnected from the drivin' wheel
D g
I'm only half the man i should be
C d g
Metal hitting metal is-a all i feel
D
Everything is good as it poss-i-bul-ly could be
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
D
You'd think by now at least that half a brain would get the message
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
C d
Into a brand new car
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
D
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedges
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
C d
Into a brand new car
G
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
(fade)
Notes:
In his ny concert with the episodes, gp says:
"here's a song i wrote in 1978 when i was doing the squeezing
Out sparks stuff [applause] but it's not, uh,
It's not on that record [laughter] because it really wasn't
Good enough. but i gave it to dave edmunds who turned it into
Something decent. a little thing called 'crawling from the wreckage'.
In brisbane (australia) at the gig in van gogh's earlobe
He also said " and it's kept me in swimming pools ever since."
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Rob's version
Crawlin from the wreckage [index]
Corrections or comments to: robert whyte: rob@toadshow.com.au
Got out really early from the factory
Drivin' like a nut in the rain
Don't think i was acting so hysterically
But i didn't see a thing until it came
Met the dumb suburbos in the takeaway
Beating up the chinee at the counter
I put a few inside me at the end of the day
I took out my revenge on the revolution counter
Chorus
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered in the trees and on the hedges
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
And into a brand new car
In walks bud with his exploding nose
He'd been givin' it maximum today
Shouted "how the devil you in trouble i suppose?
But all you ever do is run away."
Gunned up the motor into hyperdrive
I didn't want to take any of that
Don't get bright ideas about suicide
Cos all i ever hear is zoom bang bang bang
Chorus (var)
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that half my brain would get the message
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
(shake it mitch!) instrumental verse
Well well nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before
I see it all through flashes of depression
Drop my drink and hit some people running for the door
I gotta make some kind of impression
Cos when i'm disconnected from the driving wheel
I'm only half the man that i should be
Metal hitting metal is all i feel
But everything's as good as it possibly could be
Repeat chorus (var) then repeat chorus one then well, well
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage,
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage,
Crawlin' from the wreckage, crawlin' from the wreckage,
Variations
The mary's version on piss and vinegar has it thus:
You'd think by now at least i'd have a brain or get the message
Status quo version
Crawling from the wreckage
( g. parker )
Got out really early from the factory
Driving like a nut in the rain
Don't think i was acting so hysterically
But i didn't see a thing until it came
Man the drunks were verbal in the takeaway
Beating up the chinese at the counter
I put a few inside me
At the end of the day
I took out my revenge
On the revolution counter
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that
Half my brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted how the devil
You in trouble i suppose
But all you ever do is run away
Turned up the motor into hyper-drive
I wasn't gonna take any of that
Don't get bright ideas about a suicide
'cause all i ever hear
Is zoom wam bam past me
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that
Half my brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered
In the trees and in the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Nothing seem to happen that ain't happened before
I see it all through flashes of depression
I dry up my drink and hear
People running for the door
God i make some kind of impression
'cause when i'm disconnected from the driving wheel
I'm only half the man i should be
But metal hitting metal isn't all i feel
And everything is good as
It possible could be
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
You'd think by now at least that
Half my brain would get the message
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Bits of me are scattered
In the trees and in the hedges
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling from the wreckage
Crawling, crawling
Crawling from the wreckage /pre>
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