1. |
Gods Make Love
04:18
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GODS MAKE LOVE
On my back beneath the sun
Watching what the clouds become
Sometimes you get this feeling
Laughed out loud some people stared
Are your sins forgiven or your faults repaired?
Some ideas are unappealing
In the middle, they are gentle and serene
But on the edges, things get violent
This is almost obscene
Now everything you think is real
So only think the things you should
Everyone I hate’s OK
Everything is bad and good
No one’s nice
In paradise
This is how the gods make love
Every touch
Means too much
This is how the gods make love
Everybody they look just like little birds
They say fuck me
They say feed me
But they use so many words
Now I must tear you apart
To the middle of the center of your secret heart
One more thing, for you to fear
The sky is heaving, the sea is calm
As beautiful as the atom bomb
Close my eyes, you disappear
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1996
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2. |
Mary Matalin
04:36
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MARY MATALIN
Mary’s got some juicy facts
She’s going to relate them
Boss can’t get away with that
And so he delegates ‘em
Mary looks into the lens
And says what she’s supposed to
Despite the evil she intends
She’s someone I feel close to
In spite of all her calculations
We could dance to a rock and roll station
It would be all wrong
But it would feel all right
Here comes Mary
She looks just like your friend
Here comes Mary
Mary Matalin
Mary looks into my eyes
And says just what she has to
We both know she lies
She does it really bad, too
She loves her boss, her loyalty
Has been amply demonstrated
Life is best when it’s simple
And better when it’s complicated
Here comes Mary
She looks just like your friend
There goes Mary
There she goes again
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1993
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3. |
A Texas Sunday
03:56
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A TEXAS SUNDAY
Nothing going on but the weather’s good
My bike’s got a flat like I would take it
Walking round your neighborhood
Nothing looks too sacred
Found a street fair by the closed-down theater
Cheap sneakers but not my size
Same stuff as usual
No beer but curly fries
This is so much fun; when will it end?
Doing nothing wrong; still don’t fit in
This is so much fun; when will it end?
Trying to belong
Try to stay hidden
One thing I never saw before
Can you tell by my expression?
Missile launcher guarded by bored soldiers
Who don’t appreciate questions
Take a good look at a tank
You’ve got nothing smart to say
Little boys in tiny ties
I guess it was Sunday
This is so much fun; when will it end?
Doing nothing wrong; still don’t fit in
This is so much fun; when will it end?
Trying to belong
Try to stay hidden
Two tables of bonsai trees
They, too, were unimpressive
“Hey, look what we can do to these!”
Just seems so aggressive
Nobody sold nothing that
Anybody’d need
I bought a book for fifty cents
I’m never gonna read
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1994
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4. |
Death Ray Machine
03:05
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DEATH RAY MACHINE
Gonna take more time
We’ll need a lot of money
Perfected the design
We just need the funding
I haven’t felt this safe
since before the A-bomb fell
Don’t think this is heaven
Then you can go to hell
I wanna change the world
But I can’t even change myself
Helicopters patrol the golf course
Just cuz they can, I guess
Flags in parking meters each holiday
Nothing much, but we do our best
Take more time, need a lot of money
Take more time, need a lot of money
I pointed my death ray machine the wrong way
We got our own newspaper
But we borrow the opinions
Bring dinner in the den
Watch ourselves on television
Put the dishes in the sink
Kiss the kids goodnight
Tie a yellow ribbon
Round everything in sight
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1991
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5. |
Hello Love Tractor
04:12
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HELLO LOVE TRACTOR
“Hello Love Tractor,” I wrote on the wall
Between a bunch of bands with better names
Hate anyone who can play guitar
Wish this club would go up in flames
Best argument for never drinking again
ee in a bar when you’re sober
Frightening scrawls scream from every wall
Frat boys, poets and soldiers
Something’s curious
Someone’s furious
Watch your step
The nasty feeling lingers
Too true to be beautiful
Like newsprint on your fingers
Too true to be beautiful
I’ve been to every state but one
It’s a great big old country
Nobody’s got anything in common
Everybody wants to punch me
I still think America’s great
I still love my country
Nobody’s got anything in common
Everyone can talk about tv
Staying out too late
Avoid the interstate
Stay awake
That nasty feeling won’t go
Too true to be beautiful
Still tastes the same tomorrow
Too true to be beautiful
Serious as your first hangover
It’s as real as your last nightmare
Well hello all six of you
Hello hello anyone out there
Hope this finds you well
Hope this just finds you
What the hell
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1993
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6. |
Big Gringo
02:52
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BIG GRINGO
I got a bike
I called it Rosa
I got a car
I called it Rosa, too
It was the only Spanish word I knew
Big Gringo says I’m happy
I am alone I am alive
I met a girl
Named guess what
We went swimming
We did not speak
If we ever have a son I’ll call him John
This giant fan
On my ceiling
Could fall down
Cut me in half
These hotel maids wouldn’t be surprised
Now my skin
it been baked red
Like the hearts
These statues lack
And so they ask for mine
I see blackness I see blue sky
I see treetops I see her
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1990
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7. |
Peacenick
04:02
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PEACENICK
I saw you with a red balloon
In the middle of a crowd
Of facist-hating facists
No smiling was allowed
Anarchy never looked so regal
I’d love you but it’s illegal
Sound and lights and energy
Plus sound advice thrown in for free
Peacenik’s gonna change the world
One person at a time
Peacenik’s gonna change the world
If he doesn’t change his mind
Preaching to the perverted
Bow before almighty noise
A picnic on the astro-turf
What’s not to enjoy?
Dancing in a minefield, girl
I got my shovelful
Will not love our neighbors, no
Until they’re lovable
This is not an attitude
It’s my personality
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1993
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8. |
Things I Hate About You
02:47
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THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
Took out my own stitches
And I think I did it right
That’s forty-five more dollars
I can go and drink tonight
You called me a monster
You called me a cartoon
Said you can see everything
In my little thought balloon
I remember mornings
You’d wake up and you’d scream
Demanding explanations
For what I did in your dream
There’s something you’re missing
And it’s something that I lack
I’m looking for another but
I hope you’re coming back
These are the things that I hate about you
These are the things I can’t stand when you do
These are all things I forgive oh yes it’s true
This are the things that I hate about you
I live to make you happy
And I long to make you smile
Haven’t for a long time
No, you haven’t for a while
There’s something you’re missing
And it’s something that I lack
I’m looking for another but
I hope you’re coming back
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1996
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9. |
Hey Merlin
02:37
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HEY MERLIN
The path to the house is overgrown
The door swings open
There is no one home
They say a man lived here many years ago
But what happened to this man no one knows
They say he had some magic friends
And they all met tragic ends
Banished and scattered the wizards died
And now all the legends lie
Hey Merlin, Hey Merlin
Don’t believe a word they say
Hey Merlin, Hey Merlin
It was worth it anyway
Living backwards in time
Losing your mind
You fall from grace before you’re there
They soil your name to protect theirs
All laughter and joking is illegal now
They’d ridicule you but they don’t know how
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music 1990
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10. |
Barney Garden
03:31
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BARNEY GARDEN
Can’t afford this city or to move to somewhere else
Looking deeply in your eyes I don’t see any help
Haven’t left home but I’m already lost
Burning bridges that I haven’t even crossed
Hate mistakes that others make
Can’t catch mine till it’s too late
Let the conspiracy theories be true
Just let me say, babe I love you
Hey what’s that red stuff on my fender?
Just drop the gun, man, I surrender
So long as someone knows what’s going on
Just give me something I can count on
Like my buddy said when they let him walk
“Prison is free and I like to suck cock”
I belong inside cuz my mind’s messed up
I respect anybody who has fessed up
More perspective possible
This spy’s life is awful dull
Just like my skull
Hey what’s that red stuff on my fender?
Just drop the gun, man, I surrender
So long as someone knows what’s going on
Just give me something I can count on
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music 1990
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11. |
Station ID
00:50
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12. |
Let Me Out
00:52
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13. |
No Reason
04:01
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NO REASON
Talking to myself while I’m walking down the street
I guess that’s OK I fit right in
City living, man you know it can’t be beat
Couple years ago I would’ve been frightened
Saw you down the block and I felt just like a spy
Should’ve said hello but I couldn’t resist
Watching you watch yourself in every window you went by
I, too, am guilty of this
No reason for these thoughts
No reason for these deeds
No reason’s all the reason anybody needs
Lost in the teeming masses
But you got cool sunglasses
No reason’s all the reason anybody needs
Cabbie knows the city his mind is like a map
He will drive you anyplace you say
Would he know the way if I said take me to you fast?
Why should he do this anyway?
No reason for these thoughts
No reason for these deeds
No reason’s all the reason anybody needs
Don’t know my neighbor’s names
Everybody looks the same
No reason’s all the reason anybody needs
This suitcase has a little bomb inside it
Don’t worry, there’s no need to get excited
Now I can’t stand people who cop an attitude
And I just plain can’t stand cops
And I can’t just stand around like all these other dudes
Those horns honk on and on it never stops
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1993
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14. |
Get Me Out of Here
04:30
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GET ME OUT OF HERE
A flood-lit Virgin Mary
Stares down at a mile-wide pit
Half this city fell inside
When they tunneled under it
And everybody here
Lives life upside down
Because everybody’s dreaming
About what’s underground
Right now I might be seeing double
That just makes it twice as clear
I would jump that mile-wide pit
If it would get me out of here
They had all-night restaurants
A hundred years ago
They started digging for silver
When they’d dug up all the gold
In the hometown of Evel
I ordered humorous drinks
Got a lot of great stories
So what if my life stinks
He realized long ago
What just occurred to me
If you can’t live well
Then die fantastically
I’ll douse myself in gasoline
Roll myself to city hall
If I live or if I die
All the people will applaud
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1994
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15. |
Even The Queen
03:12
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EVEN THE QUEEN
I fell asleep to the sound of motorboats
dragging the lake, sheriff clears his throat
sounds carry very far at night
Looked so long for some common bond
There it is at the bottom of the pond
The mayor’s daughter won’t come back this time
Even the Queen
Even the Queen
Even the Queen has been here
Tried to shake his hand but he only had one arm
Here’s my sorry smile, there goes all my charm
What was my face like before?
He said never mind, it’s a stupid story
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Seen the glory but now they’re bored
Once in a while you think
Once in a while you drink
Once in a while you find
Once in a while you don’t mind
It’s a scary world, people are frightening
But I love the thunder, I love the lightning
My dog thinks I know what to do
Once in a while you get the feeling
Nothing’s wrong, it’s like you’re stealing
A moment that wasn’t meant for you
My heart is pure though I’ve tried to soil it
Even the king died upon the toilet
Do not go gentle into that food fight
Born with a scream you die with a whimper
In between you must lose your temper
Thank you very much good night
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1994
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16. |
Sunroof
03:37
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SUNROOF
The sunroof’s open
And I can see the stars
And something else
That’s either a satellite or Mars
Yodelayeeo
The radio’s going
But all I hear is the wind
The dashlight’s broken again
Yodelayeeo
It don’t take much to make me happy
All these people look so miserable
It don’t take much to make me happy
One nation under God invisible
Gonna ride a rollercoaster
Gonna light off fireworks
Gonna love this whole world
Till it hurts
Yodelayeeo
Society is just a party
Our invitations must be lost
Noses pressed against the window
The glass frosts
Yodelayeeo
Blumenfield/Quirk/Smallens/Vinton
Published by People Suck Music, 1990
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17. |
hidden mystery track
02:41
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Too Much Joy Scarsdale, New York
TMJ is/was a punk-pop band of some minor renown. Some of that renown was due to their music, which included semi-hits such as “Crush Story,” “Donna Everywhere,” and “That’s a Lie” — a cover of the LL Cool J tune that featured the man himself in the music video, which actually got played quite a bit during daylight hours on MTV back when they did that sort of thing. ... more
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