Friday, June 17, 2005

Tasty Liquid Center

Tasty liquid center.
I've got to take a bite.
I could get on TV
and tell you how I'm right
on the public path to righteousness:
one, two, thuh-ree:
A tasty liquid center
reveals itself to me.

Can you follow me
with your eyes?
Can you make a
grunting noise?
I'm here to help. See me want to help?
I've sympathy for your animal yelp.

Can you follow me
with your eyes?
Can you make a
grunting noise?
I could reach out my hand
to empty your pan,
but I can't 'cause I've got other plans.

Tasty liquid center.
I've got to take a bite.
I could get on TV
and tell you how I'm right
on the public path to righteousness:
one, two, thuh-ree:
A tasty liquid center
reveals itself to me.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Title Warehouse #2

Looking for a One-armed Man

First the Wine, then the Bourbon (then the Bitter Tears)

My Meds are Good Meds

Tasty Liquid Center

Octave Moses

Octave Moses

Monday, June 13, 2005

Bein' the Man Blues

If you weren't being such a child,
I wouldn't have to be The Man.
If you weren't being such a child,
I wouldn't have to be The Man.
I'm gonna come down hard upon you,
which was never in my plans.

The Man, he wears a uniform
or he's my Teacher or my Pa.
The Man, he wears a uniform
or he's my teacher or my Pa.
So I never thought I'd be him.
I never thought it'd go so far.

I don't care that you misbehaved.
I don't care that you lifted, lied or ran.
I don't care that you misbehaved.
I don't care that you lifted, lied or ran.
But I'm mad because you made me,
you made me have to be The Man.

If you weren't being such a child,
I wouldn't have to be The Man.
If you weren't being such a child,
I wouldn't have to be The Man.
I'm gonna come down hard upon you,
which was never in my plans.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

Ego Free

The Mullahs say I've got to get down
with the Holy Book.
And they're right
about
me.
The Taoists say I've got seven holes
leading out of my head.
No wonder I
feel
free.

Look at me.
Look at me.
You should be
more like me.
Look at me:
I'm ego free.
Balance and perfection,
mind, body and soul.
Look at me:
I'm ego free.

The shamans shake and dance in their trance
and they break chicken necks,
and I know
what they
mean.
The Taoists say I've got seven holes
leading out of my head.
No wonder I
feel
free.

And in parts of Nigeria
they say God's busted up so small
you can spend all your life
just gathering shards
and still have nothing to show.

Look at me.
Look at me.
You should be
more like me.
Look at me:
I'm ego free.
Balance and perfection,
mind, body and soul.
Look at me:
I'm ego free.

Here's a draft of the song.

Polarity, Hey

You used to beg for forgiveness.
I used to give it away.
But when we found each other,

opposites

changed our ways.

Changed polarity, hey.

You used to be plenty nasty.
I never could walk away.
But when we got together,
opposites
changed our ways.

Changed polarity, hey.

It must've been something 'bout
swappin' our molecules.
It must've been something 'bout
swappin' our molecules.
We should've been careful 'bout
swappin' our molecules.
It was just another passing phase,
'Till we changed polarity, hey.

You used to boil at the same point
where I melted away.
But when we got together,
opposites
changed our ways.

Changed polarity, hey.


Like
dissolves like, and I like
the way things are melting now.
Like
dissolves like, and I like
the way things are melting now.
Like
dissolves like, and I like
the way things are melting,
the way things are melting away.



Written in honor of my science pal, who works on fatigue and is quite fatigued with fatigue.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Title Warehouse #1

Unused titles from the word bank:

The Rich Blink

My Heart's Not that Big Anymore

Everyday Hangover

Fun's for the Dumb

Fighting Tube

LIMF and HIF

I'm good and healthy at the
church and gym.
I stretch before I exercise.
I know each hymn.
I shake hands with the preacher
and I pay my tithe.
I got flax seed in my innards
and hemp outside.
I park a hybrid car outside my
solar home.
I work hard for my employer
and I pay my loans.
No problems. Perfection.
My work is all done.
If it weren't for self-destruction
I would kill someone.

She's bad for me and I like it like that:
low in moral fibre and high in fat.
Balanced in the front by the load in back.
Low in moral fibre and high in fat


Written to fit with "Grindstone" a short, raucous, bass and drums track Bryan sent awhile back. The lyrics work with the tune, plus they'll please our many female fans. Or rather, they'll offend many potential fans who are female. But with collective sales on our most recent album weighing in at three copies, we're not really worried about potential fans.