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Say Boys
04:41
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Say Boys 6/18/1978
God you’re looking neat and you’re talking sweet
Say Boys
Politicians cower at the thought of your fame
Governments move only by your OK
Industrial genius omnipotence so grand
I’ll take your autograph and humbly kiss your hand
Pages, cages
Look at the fads psychoanalytic
Sages, rages
Look how we live and think corporate demarcation
Subliminal satori play the ad mans game
Grab you by your conscience to you plead insane
Seductive and pompous give us all a career
For recreation they gave us pot, lust and beer
Pages, cages
Look at the fads psychoanalytic
Sages, rages
Look how we live and think corporate infiltration
Politicians cower at the thought of your fame
Governments move only by your OK
Industrial genius omnipotence so grand
I’ll take your autograph and humbly kiss your hand
Pages, cages
Look at the fads psychoanalytic
Sages, rages
Look how we live and think corporate subjugation
I say boys I marvel at your ways
I say boys ubiquitous and fey
I say boys, oh, oh boys
I say boys it’s all but decayed
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2. |
Cold Sunshine
03:32
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Cold Sunshine 4/24/1979
In the arms of a stare of a wolf was a hare
Sandy felt the same
Of an ape named George in sex a big bore
Just an old flame
Jody does moan sits in bed by the phone
She feels so all alone
All in a fluster ‘cause all he could muster
Was some cold genital custard
The leaves turning brown
Come falling to the
Ground is cold like the bodies of old heroes
And the sins in their smiles
Make it all worth while
Ted’s in a steam got so obscene
Got into everybody
Drinking in vain, attempted insane
Just one at the party
They all spent the night feeling so tight
When they woke in the morning
Sheila played the wife with all her might
But who was she fooling?
Coffee eased the pain
No we’re all in phase
And we’re here fighting our own wars
And the tears that we’ve shed
Have opened so many doors
Oh lord let me live thru the night
When prayed as he played with his pocket knife
He sweat as he swayed on his way
To the old school yard
The gangs were both there in the midnight air
Not much to see in street lights
Some blood had been shed, then they all fled
From the coming sirens
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3. |
Don't Let It Happen
02:54
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Don’t Let it Happen to Me 5/24/1977
Nothing’s very certain in a certain kind of way
Oh who’s got that light
A closet albino puts dye in his hair
Oh who’s got that light
A time lapse hermaphrodite leans heavy on your ear
Oh who’s got that light
Hazy piano people soak their fingers in wine
Oh who’s got that light
Now they will tell you how to succeed
To be a famous human being
All the golden stories how to seek your fame
The smiling gigolo rides a limo in shades, but
Don’t let it happen to me
Dorothy took some pellets, Freddie got his head
They all strived to hear the applause
All the golden fables turned out to be sand
All the fallen idols buried in the land, but
Don’t let it happen to me
Many people made it by what they said
In love with fame their message is dead
Life is an illusion peeled from the screen
The lovely legends trapped in the stream, but
Don’t let it happen to me
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4. |
Wooden Hands
05:02
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Wooden Hands 11/03/1979
Wooden hands ignoring the shavings and the dust
Slacken the floor beneath them, stares at metal that never rusts
The hands get smaller, metallic sheen haunting you
No hint of color in reflection, clear and silver no intruding hue
Walking out the doorway the clacking of the tiles
Wish it was cobble stones and horses in the night
It’s not to back up to former times
Yearning for some textures to feel coarse or hot
The steel stays cool nothing marks the day
Nothing dies and nothing blooms, but I feel time anyway
The shrinking of the wooden hands the only clue of use
Somehow I really know no one should be so reduced
To be a slave of labor to be a productive tool
Profit to the owner spare oats for the mule
Wooden hands ignore no more
Wooden hands don’t try to even the score
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5. |
Something More
03:09
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Something More to Love 8/12/1979
Right now your indolent heart is the source of emotional pain
Cloying me with pleasant talk never a word of important things
Sometimes your apolaustic nature lets me feel warm inside
But later I get so tired like watching hours of vacation slides
Give me something more lover
Like the people on the lawn gossiping fools
Can’t you see you’re just like them they’re sybarites too
Goodbye see you someday give me something more to love
Why don’t we spend a day talking of our hopes and our dreams?
Sit on a log, let our feet dangle, look at stones in the ravine
Could you tell me what you want or how you do feel the world?
Let me know the person who, my heart wants so to try and know
Give me something more lover
Goodbye see you someday give me something more to love
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Oblivion
02:19
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Oblivion 10/10/75
And the words they used to say
No longer emit from their brain
A little transistor placed in their head
Programmed info they were fed
See them now salute the flag
Dissension no longer is their bag
Retarded rebels their hands quake
For their tongues were their big mistake
And the little house we have made
Has turned into a living grave
Oh just for a little originality
I’m so tired of this damn purity
No more crime in the streets
A stagnant smile is all you meet
Between freedom and security
Man always chose his stability
His fear of death destroyed him
At all costs got his protection
Live for tomorrow was his theme
But is there really a today
And the little house we have made
Has turned into a living grave
Oh just for a little originality
I’m so tired of this damn purity
Oblivion will bring them to their knees
Oblivion will bring them to their knees
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Puppeteers
05:16
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Puppeteers 2/18/1980
I did pace all night long as others celebrated
Everything felt all wrong, my fears elongated
I just read a book by a man so educated
The inner workings that usually hide, his vision penetrated
But where is he now, where is his voice?
My vision is not so complete, yet I’m compelled to speak
My insight is far surpassed by I cannot, I will not live this way
If I could I would remain quiet, and modest, aloof from your gaze
Fearing losing my form to the puppeteers
My steps, I take, you’re mistaken you tug at my strings
My body shivered in the sweat that grew from my compunction
I thought and thought and prayed, till I could no longer function
I wish somebody else would take my place
For my body is folding under the force of your weight
Please don’t pump me up, have me look at what I’m saying
As I gain I lose control, the power to make a statement
I’m not sure where I begin, I’m talking, you’re talking, I’m talking again
Like my silhouette on the shade it’s growing, it’s shrinking
The light cuts my shape
Fearing losing my form to the puppeteers
My steps, I take, you’re mistaken you tug at my strings
Take these strings from the top of my head
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8. |
Incubus
06:14
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Incubus 10/12/1978
Just a normal day like any other one
But you do fear going home now
To your darkened soul
Haunted in the eve, distressing memories
That invade you when you’re lonely
When you’re by yourself
Well you walk thru the door
Expanding shadows of hell
The swelling corners of your room
Darkness endless growth your flesh begins to crawl
Your heart runs wild your body freezes
Even your sweat is cold, you gasp and you choke
All is taut and cold, you strain to get a hold
Of he nerves so out of control, of the beast descending on
Avoid those steel claws of incubus
Can’t escape those steel claws of incubus
The passion of your plight, will exhaust your night
Waking sleepy, stomach queasy
Intrusion upon your will, why can’t you be still?
Psychic over kill
Violated, phantom Hades, that awaits your bedside
You tremble at the hours you must spend in this tower
In the clutches of this ghoul
Little sun ever shines in the night time of your mind
Cries of death, death, that ubiquitous song
Paralyzed by the cold, seizing taking hold
Maimed deep inside
You lose what is real, what is now, what you feel
Your senses take their leave
Avoid those steel claws of incubus
Can’t escape those steel claws of incubus
Don’t you dare walk into the room
Don’t you dare walk into the room
Comes into your soul
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9. |
Love's Obsession
04:34
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Love’s Obsession 7/12/1978
I’m in love with you again
I’ve just pulled thru another cloud
It’s so hard to be a gent when you’re in a sweat
But I’ll need your sorrow with opened hand
I’m not much and these pangs could turn anyone off
It gets so ugly when the mold gets growing
I wish you would have sprayed the house
But I fidget in the repercussions
I can see why you’re so upset
I agree with your distress
Point the gun in my direction
Let me be your target
It’s just love’s obsession
That makes you want to forget
My gifts are small, but are given true
I’ll give you dreams and imaginings
The reality of our love
I’ll paint soft pictures and
Swathe you in our joy
Remember me lying next to you
The tenderness of my caress
It gets so hectic when I don’t give it a rest
Point the gun in my direction
Let me be your target
It’s just love’s obsession
That makes you want to forget
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10. |
Sleaze
03:46
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Sleaze 3/4/1978
Shouting (shouting), get life going his way
Shouting (inwardly shouting), time to get up slither down your stairs
Targets (pretty targets), if they sweat you’re half way there
Rise up (rise up), the only way you show your care
He’s just a sleaze
Huffing and puffing on his knees
Puts you into a deep freeze
He’s just a sleaze
Do you want to roll over and try to lick his spleen?
Designing a way to mount your needs
Hussy scratch his eyes out cop a little feel
Posing, sit on a bar stool, look like a treat
Somewhere on the periphery of your pride
Do you want to prowl in the night and be a sleaze?
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11. |
Facade
04:29
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Façade 11/2/1979
Wheezing a somber note
I’ve heard all the old stories and all the old lies
Euphony of simple logic the poetic bile
Sated from looking beyond the obvious
Information in profuse
Contradictions we’re confused
We think we’ve overcome
That we are no longer the gullible crowd
Now we are disarmed by lingo a liberal smile
When we see we’re mistaken we run to the other side
The façade will entreat
The knife tastes so sweet
We train our vision to see oblique
Both sides of the issue are just a repeat
The journalist brags of the gift of free speech
But the muckrakers inveigle us into objectivity
Oh they’ve got us way off of the course
Any movement just increases the force
Cajoled into a feeling of choice
Patriotism just a catch word for abhor
She’s really got me, got me with her smile
You really got me, got me with your smile
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12. |
Sally Ward
03:25
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Sally Ward 4/2/1975
All the people on TV
Show me how to live life better
Like the books with the sex
Are so good they’re all best sellers
Like the days of Sally Ward
Selling albums by the score
If she smiles at you she’ll sell some more
Ain’t she divine
Try and buy some sometime
All the people want me to feel
Yes, but I’ve got to do it their way
Like the priest on his feet
Want me to see it his god’s way
Like the days of Billy Jack
Telling you where it’s at
His feet are in such demand
Ain’t he divine
Try it his way sometime
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