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That Ain't Your Car
02:42
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I dreamed I was a kingpin at the Bowlarama
With His mostly real royal highness, the Dali Lama
My exile’s gonna start on that shimmering alley
That’s when the floor started wobbling like
A big old bowl of jelly
I woke up with keys hanging from the ignition.
My head felt like a leaning pile of dirty dishes.
It got blue outside and there’s frost on the bottle
I took another swig
Now that’s truly not a clear solution.
That ain’t your car
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-That at ain’t your car
I’m beaming down the road in the cold, dawn rain
The “blue ball” paranoia is my stock and trade
Oh his life’s controlled by a homicidal goon
I’ve turned into a gutter ball, I’m ready for the quiet room.
That ain’t your car.
D-D-D-D-D-D-D-That ain’t your car
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2. |
What I Can't See
02:46
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Sit on a beach, my arms around you
talk in low voices of things we might do
To hold you close, to see nothing else
to feel the warm, where there’s no sun
where there’s no sun, no sun
To pick you up, after a hard day
tensions fly away
To call your name, smile when you answer
take you away, a place we are alone
Now we’re alone!
Confide in me, loves not complete
you’re lonely deep where I can’t reach.
You need to open a brand new door now
I have to look at what I can’t see,
at what I can’t see
at what I
What I can’t see (4x)
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Remoter
02:55
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Remote, remoter time to start over
looking for some hope at least you don’t have to shoot dope
Remote, remoter isolation loner
come out once again she has done everything you told her
Scatter brainer, life just gets insaner
available information will help you to detain her
Switching on by remoter you are the remoter
Powered by love the kind that comes from far down low or high above
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4. |
Battle Bones
02:43
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By ice light, match light
A glimpse of your face
It’s enough to recharge me for a while anyway.
But I’m goin’ home alone again
To read or watch the tube
Oh, endless possibilities
She’s green, green, green around the gills (4X)
My lord is Sam Shepherd in some silly dream
Thieves robbed the Citgo and someone will sing
Oh, any finger-drum song will do
I prick that cigarette and Traveler’s Club will help me forget
She’s green, green, green around the gills (3X)
She’s green, green, from all those chills and thrills
I deny, I deny, I deny there’s trouble inside (4X)
In walks this lady with mud in her hair
The story continues with a murder upstairs
I put the book down and looked out that door
I think I’ve had enough, I don’t want no more, no more, no more
She’s green, green, green around the gills (3X)
She’s green, green, from all those chills and thrills
There is a secret, so sick as a secret
And with a plot as thick as oil
I think this story has always been told
I tell it once again
But I say two words, and I’m all talked out
She’s green, green, green around the gills (3X)
She’s green, green, from all those chills and thrills
I deny, I deny, I deny there’s trouble inside (4X)
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5. |
Fever Dreams
03:26
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Remember times when you were you
and you dreamt those crazy dreams
The ones you love, maybe Mom or Dad
patted your forehead, said “It’s OK”
But now you’re older now
and those fever dreams
have left a memory mark on you
If you want to revisit them
there’s one thing you can do
Reading Clive Barker in the sauna room
it’s the only way that I can simulate the Fever Dreams
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6. |
Day Job, Night Band
03:58
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Being told was never fun
They said that I’d be no one
Best friends think I’ll wind in jail
Fans tell me I fuckin wail
But my job buys my strings
Pays my bills, other things
Eating out every night
Learn to love…not to fight
Day job, night band
Punch the clock, load the van
Playing out twice a week
Gingerbread is really neat
Getting up is quite a drag
Go to work, its so sad
Drive the car to coffee store
Day-to-day its such a bore
After work its practice time
Meet at six - leave at nine
I feel great, this is life
Go to meetings every night
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7. |
Happy Squirrel
03:11
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Happy SquirrelI am a Happy Squirrel I live on Acorn Street
I scuttle up trunks then spring to my feetUp in the branches a green gull sang, He sang, "Boom king, kang-a-lang"I'm in love, and I'm all shook upI'm in love, and I'm all shook upI view the world from the top of a treeThe limbs lift up on a steady breezeI see Elvis Presley as a cloud in the skyHe sits in a window eating key lime pieI'm in love, and I'm all shook upI'm in love, now I'm all shook upThere is a neon giant at the Green Gull CafeHe used to wave his neon arm all dayHis hand has dropped, time has frozen his armNow he holds his balls with eternal charmI'm in love, and I'm all shook upI'm in love, and I'm all shook upOut in the distance where the world is flatA cat leaves the chowder for a big old ratI see the smoke still rising from a settling fireIt's a white-hot metaphor of burning desireI'm in love, and I'm all shook upI'm in love, and I'm all shook up
And I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying, I’m flying
My heart beat a rhythm like a twisted rhymewhen I saw her hopping on the power line.And in a flash I saw she was friedI hung my head, and then I criedI'm in love, and I'm all shook up.I'm in love, and I'm all shook up.
And I’m dying, I’m crying, I’m frying, I’m crying, I’m crying
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8. |
Cloven Hooves
03:51
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Would you like me better with Cloven hooves
a true reflection of me
Visible manifestation of the evil that I see?
Should I deny it or should I celebrate the way I feel
Ancient feelings and desires with which I must deal
Cloven Hooves (4x)
I’d like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
But I know that this is not the way it is to be
So I put aside these thoughts
Those that bother me
Pray to God to remove the obsessions that I see
Cloven Hooves (4x)
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Tangerine
03:14
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Once I stood out in a field
And counting sleeping cows I peeled
A tangerine with lots of juice
And spitting seeds I saw the noose
Hanging from an ancient tree
As empty as a noose could be
It swayed above the firmament
And made a circle like a serpent
I’ll never walk that lonesome path
I’m grateful for the friends I have
The sun is burning through the mist
The tangerine bled through my fist
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10. |
Mr Smoke
03:21
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Hair, looks like ashes, Feet, whips of smoke
Face, cross between a Frog and a goat
Words, said are thankless Lost, vacant stare
Light, up a smoke, Violate our air
You are a loser, you are a mope
Some people know you,
by the name of Mr. Smoke
Mr. Smoke, gray is fuming, Mr. Smoke, chimney stack
Mr. Smoke, hear you coughing, Mr. Smoke, painful hack
Mr. Smoke, I live next to you, Mr. Smoke, in the night
Mr. Smoke, smell comes through the wall, Mr. Smoke, hear you cry
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11. |
Big Flag
02:21
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Black bottom pool in the beamless buoyant night
The water’s cruel, but we swim here side by side
Stars in your eyes, stars above and stars below
Nowhere to hide
Well you’re here Marco Polo, I’m here Marco Polo
La, la, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
You can’t hear me knock because your door is made of sand
I hear you lock with the force of your gentle hand
Black bottom pool what a rarified puddle we’re in
Ethereal pool
Well, I’m here Marco Polo, you’re here Marco Polo
La, la, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
Big Flag Big State. We thinks we made a big mistake
Send up a flair send it high so it’s seen everywhere
Send up balloons to reveal all the ghouls and the goons
So let’s make waves in the sightless, static night
Let’s, let’s make waves
Well you’re here Marco Polo you’ll never go solo
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
Big Flag Big State. We thinks we made a big mistake
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12. |
Witches House
01:20
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In a forest wooded and deep
Witches house is in your reach
Have some cookies, need some stew
Evil things for witches to do
Invites you in for snacks and cakes
But it’s all a great big fake
GingerMan had better run
Or fall inside a big oven
Witches House, witches house
I’ve been gone for many days
Witches house wants me to stay
No regard for comfort or life
What will happen to my wife!
Witches House, witches house
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GingerBread Men Boston, Massachusetts
Rising up from a world of failed relationships and wasted potential, a beacon of hope has
struck.
The very name GBM evokes comical images of dancing spice-men with belts of icing - not these GingerBread Men. This platter is lethal. It contains the hopes and dreams of three men from Boston, MA. GBM have created their own sound, a sound both sparse and lush, with power and glory to spare.
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