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DEVILS HAIRCUT
something's wrong cause my mind is fadin'
and everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting,
temperature's dropping at the rottin' oasis stealing kisses
from the leperous faces
heads are hanging from the garbageman trees
mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline,
pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
smiling eyes with 'em out of the sockets
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
love machines on the sympathy crutches
discount orgies on the dropout buses
hitchin' a ride with the bleedin' noses
comin' to town with the briefcase blues
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
got a devil's haircut in my mind
somethin' wrong cause my mind is fading
ghetto blastin' disintegrating
rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying?
everywhere I look there's a devil in waiting.
got a devil's haircut in my mind etc....
HOTWAX
It takes a backwash medecine to backwash soul
Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
And my radio's smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heals 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Captain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jewelry fros
Yo soy un disco quebrado* Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much to fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still the mack
Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease
all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hit man
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease
Because I get down I get down I get down all the way
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western Unions of the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you got the hotwax residues
You never lose in your razor blade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using the souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly words
Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
who are you?
I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm why did you come here?
I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe
*translation du refrain : "Je suis un disque cassé
, j'ai de la gomme-balloune dans le cerveau"
LORD ONLY KNOWS
(cri)
you only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the
door,
and your taking for granted, what the lords laid on the
floor,
so i'm picking up the pieces and i'm puttin' them up for
sale,
throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons
in jail
cause lord only knows it's gettin' late
the censors are gone, so don't you hesistate,
give yourself a call,
letcha' bottom dollars fall throwin your two bit cares down
the drain.
invite me to the seven seas, watch some seasick man.
you'll do whatever you please,
and i'll do whatever i can.
titanic fare thee well,
my eyes are turning pink don't call us when the new age,
gets old enough to drink,
cause lord only knows it's getting late,
your censors are gone so don't you hesitate,
move on up the hill, theres nothing dead,
left to kill, throwin' your two bit cares down the drain...
yeah...
aurale
aurale
aurale
aurale
aurale
aurale
just passin' through...
aurale aurale aurale aurale...
dYow! goin' back to houston, do the hot dog dance,
goin' back to houston, to get me some pants...
THE NEW POLLUTION
She's got a cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink gods looking to the fruit of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery barn
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
DERELICT
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
Shooting venom at the passers-by
Hijackers tie the heavens down
I put my eyes in a paper bag
I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the
air
NOVACANE
Keep on truckin' like a novacane hurricane
Blowin static on the poor man's short-wave
Stampedes! got to dismantle Code-red: what's your handle?
Mission incredible undercover convoy
Full-tilt chromosome cowboy
X-ray search and destroy
Smoke stack black top novacane boy
Got some rum, long horn drum
Detonate with the suicide gate Test-tube,still-born and
dazed
Chump scum plays in the razor's haze
Got the momentum radioactive
Lowdown! Circumsised for the operation
Low spectrum generation
Cyanide ride down the turnpike
After hours on the miracle mic
Grinding the gears eighteen wheels
Pigs and robots riding on their heels
Fine tune road block making a sand box
Diesel infernos burning like drano
Down the horizon purple gasses
Semi-trucks hauling their asses
Novacane, hit the road expressway
Explode!
Novacane! Novacane!
JACK-ASS
I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together: It's a strange invitation
WHERE IT'S AT
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
and just clap your hands
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! [robot] I got two turntables and a microphone
[échantillonage]: take me home in my elevator bones!
[échantillonage]: that was a good drum break
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only, hyponotizers move through the room like ambulance
drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsuits with your parachute flutes
Passing the dutchee from coast to coast
Let the man Gary Wilson
[échantillonage]: "rock the most"
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
[échantillonage]: "What about those who swing
both ways: AC-DC's
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
[échantillonage]: "That's beautiful, Dad."
Get my microphone.... There's a destination a little up
the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
and just clap your hands
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby
MINUS
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals they bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of frogs(?)
Don't be confused when your fuse is up
And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled you can run and be killed
In the billion miles of the muscles that build
Radiation
Feeling the force
Karaoke
Vomiting morons
The scalps of zero hailing the call
Rubbing in a blind man's running mall(???)
With the canker sores and the robot pills
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage classes
With the crutches of force
Force
Force
Force
SISSYNECK
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke
machine
If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't getting no bigger
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When the good times have passed out cold
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Ahhhowwww!!
READYMADE
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is comin to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are running thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade
And my bags are waiting
In the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are waiting
in the next life
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is comin to me
I can pull myself back up back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And my bags are waiting
in the next life
HIGH 5 (ROCK THE CATSKILLS)
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5!
[échantillonage]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody!
C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit."
When I arrive it's like a high 5
Or a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high i don't mean to cause a
holy commotion
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with
the speed of sound
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like
a man from the Catskills
High 5!More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills!
Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the Tandy Rhumba, bloodshot, doing
the foxtrot
In my cot sweating like a dog
Beers and tears, new frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like
a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills!
[parlé]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about poppin' tacos Like...like the last century
[échatillonage]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's
wrong with you? Man, get the other record!...Damn!"
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like
a man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills!
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills!
[échantillonage]: "Ok, now. Do like designer
jeans.
Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh,
la la, sasoon!
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody!
One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon!
Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies.
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl.
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! Say: Jordache Turn
it Up!!"
RAMSHACKLE
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead-beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of 'well'
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
'Til we find our one and all
Your hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together
One and all
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