1. |
The Invocation
00:26
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2. |
Ice Cream
06:10
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3. |
La Piscina
05:27
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These trunks from Pic n' Save won't make it 'til Labor day;
There's enough chlorine in there to dissolve the Saratoga.
Drive over your CRV to our little pool party.
Kick off your Docs, slip on your suit. You're pretty hot but not that cute.
We're taking a break from bowties, drive-by shootings, and butter-flavored topping.
We just want to get wet.
And forget.
Watch your head and your toes. Sawgrass and palmettos
Will carve you up like an Easter ham and let you bleed out on the sand.
Redneck in his cut-off jeans stirs beneath the evergreens.
He flicks a beercan full of ash -- we hear a 'clink' when we should hear a splash.
___
I'm not asking for a sign of good faith from the cosmos:
no burning bushes or bosso profundos from the depths of the whirl wind.
Oooh-la-la-la piscina (the pool is closed)
La-la-la piscina (the pool is closed)
La-la-la piscina (the pool is closed)
La-la-la Piscina
And everybody knows
That the pool's closed.
Everybody knows
That the pool's closed for the summer time.
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(We move ahead) nearly at the speed of light.
(We pass you by) like a lonely satellite.
You know that there's no other way.
(We've got the will) and we've got velocity.
We need a (hint) a (clue) a (key)
We need a guide to show the way (We need a guide to show the way)
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4. |
Crazy Uncle
04:39
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He's mixing margaritas (it's not even noon)
It's not even eleven (but it will be soon)
He's not your dad -- he's your crazy uncle.
He asks, "Hey, what's the matter?" ("The pool's closed, man.")
He waves you and your friends (to his Econoline van)
With the moon-shaped windows -- he's your crazy uncle.
Shake and bake, yeah.
To the lake, yeah.
They're calling him "Presidente" (and fetching him beer)
The girls in bikinis (are whispering in his ear)
He's a golden god -- he's your crazy uncle.
He's holding court like a pagan priest behind a wall of flame.
His sunburnt congregation sings when he starts to play...
The you-ka-lay-lay.
Oooo La-di-da (Oh hi-di-hey) Carry forth (Lay-lady-lay) My wayward son (My crazy uncle)
Oooo La-di-da (Oh hi-di-hey) Carry forth (Lay-lady-lay) My wayward son (My crazy uncle)
When you're out there feeling so all alone,
You probably are, so remember the things that you were shown.
Crazy is the one thing that you can own.
Travel light and don't carry dead weight:
Bring only what you need.
Sharpen your wits, don't you dare be late,
Because nothing is guaranteed.
___
Hold my calls...
I'm much too busy polishing the balls on an equestrian statue of Andrew Jackson's horse.
If you know what I mean.
Things aren't always quite as they seem,
and so we say, "Thank God."
___
Oooo La-di-da (Oh hi-di-hey) Carry forth (Lay-lady-lay) My wayward son (My crazy uncle)
Oooo La-di-da (Oh hi-di-hey) Carry forth (Lay-lady-lay) My wayward son (My crazy uncle)
Oooo La-di-da (Oh hi-di-hey) Carry forth (Lay-lady-lay) My wayward son (My crazy uncle)
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5. |
Brown Flamingos
04:34
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Permanent flip-flop tanlines are a sign that you're doing something right:
Your screws are not too loose -- your screws are not too tight.
Don't get mad at me man because I figured it out: I don't want to fight.
Me and her, her and me: I'm afraid I disagree.
You and her, her and you. Do I mind? Yes I do.
They're playing Whack-a-Yankee down on the beach at the hillbilly arcade.
Her hair smells like the lake and Old Milwaukee.
We're swapping watermelon kisses in a canvas tent held together with bugspray.
Me and her, her and me: I'm afraid I disagree.
You and her, her and you. Do I mind? Yes I do.
We stick our heads out when we hear a sound like a crashing chandelier.
We see the light and hear a voice that says, "Come on up in here."
And.
We've.
Got.
Brown flamingos, black-and-white rainbows,
Fireworks exploding in sepia-tone.
We've got sunsets rendered in shades of gray.
Hasta la vista, amarillo.
Good-bye red and good-bye blue --
They have gone so very far away.
This is not about life lived without love:
Some motherfucker stole all of my crayons.
We're going to find him: we're going to make him pay.
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Are you ready for volcanoes?
Are you ready for King Kong?
Are you ready for the bats that live in your hats
And magical creatures gone wrong?
The answer is "No" so don't be slow -- it's just a fortune cookie song about
Me and her, her and me. I'm afraid I disagree.
You and her, her and you. That won't do.
Me and her, her and me, I'm afraid to disagree.
You and her, her and you. Well then I do.
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6. |
Belly of the Whale
04:51
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7. |
Champagne Migraine
00:59
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8. |
Volcano: Parts 1 & 2
06:37
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You always knew / What was best.
I took care of today / You took care of the rest.
All our worries: so petty and small —
It’s so clear now after the fall,
But how can you know when she’s going to blow?
You always knew / What was best about me.
That’s why we’re here / under the coconut trees.
All our worries: so petty and small —
So clear now after the fall,
But how can you know when she’s going to blow?
Breeze blowing in off the ocean — all right.
Breeze blowing in from the sea — oh yeah.
Breeze blowing in through the valley and over the darkness of the water.
Breeze blowing in from the mountain — all right.
Breeze blowing in off the the mountain — oh yeah.
Hey man, that’s not a mountain.
I know that’s not a mountain.
We all know that’s not a mountain.
All right.
———
Little baby puff of smoke / Everything is okie-doke.
Grab a bag of avocados then we go home.
Chop an onion, squeeze a lime / Guacamole just in time
for beer, chips, and Apocalypse Now.
Good thing we kept the Vespa and not the goats.
Good thing you took that course on how to fly helicopters.
Bingo-bango: sugar in the gas tank.
Bingo-bango: failure can be so sweet.
Bingo-bango: Okoboji volcano.
Driving here, driving there / Driving with no underwear
Lava lava everywhere / That’s a bad poem.
Through the jungle / Through the trees,
Through the ancient idol’s knees.
Pretty, pretty, pretty please: let me go home.
Don’t stop the carnival but do not look back.
Good thing T.C. showed you how to fly his Island Hopper.
Good thing we built our shack up on high land
Upon the packed down sand
You think we’d understand, but you’d be wrong.
[Chorus]
You always knew / What was best.
You took car of today. / I took care of the rest.
Our daily worries so petty and small —
It’s so clear now after the fall,
But how can you know when she’s going to blow?
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9. |
Lawrence of Arabia
03:55
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The horizon trembles from memories of being badly burned.
The crack of a distant rifle: my invitation from Destiny.
Fight and flight flow from my toes;
I'm a mission disguised in dead man's clothes
That smell like gunpowder and loose electricity.
Sun hooks my keffiyah like a vengeful molten scimitar.
I don't notice -- I'm larger than history.
Then the credits begin to roll,
I grab my popcorn and leave the show
For a storyline with no plot or mystery.
I am not Lawrence of Arabia,
But maybe a
Reasonable facsimile thereof.
I am not Lawrence of Arabia,
But maybe a
Reasonable...
Forgery or copy...
Shoddy duplication...
Thereof.
I am a good man.
I'm not a great man.
I'm a product of unremarkable times.
This age's mediocrity
Is a travesty: a lobotomy:
A two-act tragic-comedy
Told in cheap rhymes.
I am not Lawrence of Arabia.
But neither was he -- until he was.
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10. |
Firefly
04:04
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You're much more of a firefly than a fighter,' She said as she sidled up to me. She couldn't take her eyes off my lighter -- I couldn't take my eyes off her knee. We left to get acquainted better Beneath the constellations and the evergreens. She said, 'you're just in luck.' Pushed me in her pick-up truck. Now no amount of soap can make me clean. Burn, burn, burn, arson is the answer. Burn, burn, burn, fire is your friend. Burn, burn, burn, arson is the answer... Hey are those my pants your taking off? (Jumbo-jet whispers and thunder-lizard serenades And other things that chase away the blues. Like sitting on my couch watching 'Dog the Bounty Hunter' Just trying to get through yesterday without the pills and booze while remembering the second best revenge is living well... Just after torching his Escalade and telling him to burn in hell.) We'd just torched a Chili's outside of Mesa And a jagged piece of shrapnel ran her through. I lifted up her Nine Inch Nails tank top: She was bleeding from her monkey-wrench tattoo. She told me to take the truck and that she loved me. Then my firefly's glow, oh, it grew so low. She whispered, "Please find a way To make your habits pay." And with that my sweet siren let me go.
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11. |
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Responsible. Just the sound of the word is old hat —
Crazy as a camper full of cats
Crackling with sound and furry
Pounding home that I should scurry.
I know the smell of fear
and smells just like gin and spaghetti.
Good God I’m more than ready
To say as he says and do as he does.
And I’d dearly love to be anywhere but here —
Just drive and drive, but never have to steer.
Run away. Far away.
You don’t know where I would fly:
Off the handle?
Out to the zoo?
Mr. Movies is showing me what I can do.
I stomp around, I stomp around, I stomp around.
Like an 800 pound gorilla.
I stomp around, I stomp around, I stomp around.
Like I own the town.
Like I’ll split the ground.
Like an 800 pound gorilla.
Sing song — King Kong — damn dirty apes.
Show me the shoreline; I’ll show you the shapes:
The copper crown of liberty’s shade,
The languid eyes, the serious gaze
Above the fabric dripping down like honey from above,
More than money do I love
That she is French, lives in New York,
Always wears sandals, and carries a torch.
I stomp around, I stomp around, I stomp around.
Like an 800 pound gorilla.
I stomp around, I stomp around, I stomp around.
Like I own the town.
Like I’ll split the ground.
Like an 800 pound gorilla.
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12. |
Kill a Unicorn
05:33
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It’s way to late to do us any good —
I should have started earlier: I know.
Now an opportunity has been missed
And everybody’s pissed
Off, and rightfully so.
When you’re young life can go by so slow:
At a glacial pace, at the speed of tree
And waiting on the sideline is me
Waiting for a silver bullet — waiting for a god to fall from the sky
Saying, “Me oh my, get to the front of the line.”
But it’s too late today, it’s too late tonight, it’s too late for me to put up a fight.
It’s too late today, it’s to late tonight I know.
I should have planned ahead
Or even even just planned,
Nothing I do is even in demand.
I could’ve worked harder,
I could’ve done more,
Now all that’s left is to go fight the war.
“The war is over, son.”
I don’t even care who won.
It’s time to grab life by the horn
It’s time for you to get on board:
It’s time to kill a unicorn.
It’s way too late and the sun has come up.
I need something inside this cup.
Do they have coffee at the God-I’m Awesome-Cafe?
OK
This moment shall pass,
It’s just that life goes by so fast
When it’s too damn hot
And you’re down to your last shot.
Run my unicorn, run free,
Over the mountains majestically.
Run my unicorn run —
Over the rainbow and under the sun.
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13. |
Monkey Moonshine Pie
05:13
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14. |
Tatooine
05:02
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15. |
Release the Bats
04:18
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With his cape made of wind
And a crown fashioned from junk
He joins the cattle,
Their romance for battle
He is an antique marching band steam punk.
He’s drowning in sweat
From a nightmare more crushing than debt:
He wants a future
All stitched and sutured,
The past on his feet
And the future on his
Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,
Shoulders, knees, and toes,
You know how it goes
So we say it again.
I can.
Amen.
Release the bats! Flip the switch!
Release the bats! Ring the bell!
Release the bats! Upon my signal…
Unleash hell!
Release the bats, the kind that live beneath our hats,
Won’t somebody please think of the children?
And when he comes home
He is broke, but not broken or alone:
He has stories,
A chest pinned with glories,
And a shell shock fear of the telephone
Ring Ring Ring Ring
Don’t touch that thing!
It’s a relay station
For echolocation
Evasive maneuvers: one and a two and a
Sing. Sing a song. Make it last. Your whole life long.
Sing. Sing a song.
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16. |
Find a Way
04:24
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17. |
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18. |
Marangatang
03:29
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19. |
Flip Flop: Parts 1 & 2
06:41
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20. |
Tonight We Dine
05:03
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