Asskizz Powergrudge (Payback '94!) / Beercan Single 1994

Smokin on a D
Makin' the...

Burn all the fuel
Die like a mule
Find yourself in a pickup truck
Loading up a nine
Wasting any slime who tries to step
Word to the mother

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback

It's a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
Just a assssss......

Floating through the ghetto like guillotine
Waiting to come down, down on the scene
The second guessing sleaze
Damned to feed the flatulating brotherhood
Puffing on a blunt

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a ass-kiss payback
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck

The haunches of the pigs
The uniformed legions will conspire
Slacking off is nil
The point is now to kill
Grind the whining bastards in their tracks
New jack
Go, baby

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just ahh...
It's just a asskizz payback

It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a little grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a grudge
It's just a...
It's just a asssssssuck
It's just a grudge, it's just a little grudge

[repeated]
it's just a payback [repeated, etc. + various mutterings]
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! [etc. + screaming, kissing, moaning, and hissing]

Bad Energy / Golden Feelings 1994

talkin' a lotta shit...got a lotta shit on my mind
got some bad feelings on me
(mumble)
fast, fast people comin' to my house
tellin' me things that I already know
some bad shit
don't wanna touch it
it's like a big empty city full of toasters
bad energy

(background voice)
hey, I know who you are,
but you don't know me...hahaha!
yea, yea, yea I know that
I know that guy, man.  that's the guy, man...hehehe!
I know that guy.  yeah, ???
you comin' to me man, you talkin' to me man?
I make a problem for you, my friend...hahaha!
I know man, make a problem very quick...very quick

Beautiful Way / Midnite Vultures 1999

Searchlights on the skyline
Just looking for a friend
Who's gonna love my baby
When she's gone around the bend
Egyptian bells are ringing
When it's her birthday
Sweet nothin', I'm talking about you
There's a hurricane blowing your way
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
There's someone calling your name
It's driving you insane

You were wearing that stained raincoat
And your umbrella was a tangled mess
You were washed up on the glittering shoals
Looking for another crime to confess
You bribed yourself
Out of a place in the sun
But you had some change to spare
So you said you wanna spend it on me
And shook the blues out of your hair

Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
Ooh such a beautiful way
To break your heart
There's someone calling your name
You're gonna miss that train

Beercan / Mellow Gold 1994

Alcohol on my hands
I got plans
to ditch myself and get outside
dancing women
throwing plates
decapitating their laughing dates
swirling chickens caught in flight
out of focus
much too bright
coming down
shiny teeth
game show suckers trying to bleed
but I got a drug and I got the bug
and I got something better than love

How you like me now
pretty good
going on,feeling strong

I quit my job blowing leaves
telephone bills up my sleeves
choking like a one man dustbowl
freedom rock slimeball
talking in code
we went down
lit up the shack
grab me a beer out of the sack
everybody bent over twice
painting the walls throwing some dice
leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
and they were singing like this

winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I'm hungry now I'm drunk
now I'm running like a flaming pig

oh yeah
scraping off the attitude
old man eating all my food
don't be kind
don't be rude
just shake your boots and let it all get loose

oh yeah
my goodness

fluffy clouds
jumping rainbows
fluffy clouds
I'm sad
jumping rainbows
a soft and snuggly place
[repeat]
fluffy clouds
I'm sad and unhappy

winos throwing Frisbees at the sun
put my soul between a bun
now I'm horny now I'm drunk
now I'm running like a flaming pig

oh yeah, I like it like that
oh that is cold
somebody put a flame-thrower on that
oh my goodness
take me down to the depot
buddy put me down on the bus
oh yeah
I like it like that
somebody bring me a plate of sassafrass
hey hey hey
uh-huh
what's happenin'

Blackfire Choked Our Death / Golden Feelings 1994

lightning burned the field
black fire choked our breath
(???) in the kitchen
sand poured through the walls
we looked to one another
the children shut their mouths
the whirling and the turning
of destruction filled our house
the blood-thirsty yearning
clamored all about us
darkness rose up
from the floor like a demon
fearful of the death
that buckled through our minds
shaken to the core
foresaken and unkind
well the sun came a-shinin'
and the dust did settle down
birds and jack-rabbits
lay dead on the ground
electricity
trembled in the sky
sparks shot forward
causing us to fly
...take some breakfast
but the grit was in our food
and everywhere around us
starvation broke on through
my husband stood a-starin'
at the plentiful disaster
god was in his eyes
but death was in his heart
dried up whiskey
chickens in the house
stolen car stereo
cholesterol on your mouth
stolen car stereo
snowman all in flames
deluxe cockroach
tellin me what's real
black sabbath playin'
I wake up in my socks
candle all a-burnin
her face is on tv

Blackhole / Mellow Gold 1994

windy, windy
looking for a better home
got me, got me
runnin' out of lightbulbs
cloudy, cloudy
open to a wastecan
yellow car, yellow car
better be inside there

wake up, wake up
nothin's gonna harm you
glass wall, glass wall
standin' on the furniture
little boy, little boy
layin' on a sleeping bag
watching, watching
through the cracks of his eyelids

stranger, stranger
feeling on a broken stone (???)
lost him, lost him
standin' on the orange chairs
alphabet, alphabet
can't afford a telephone
black hole, black hole
nothin's gonna harm you

Blue Cross / The Poop Alley Tapes


She's a blue cross (x4)
she's a burning lawn
she's dead and gone
she's here and now
she's hangin around
she's a blue cross (x4)
she's a liquor store
she's a apple core
she's a camel hair
she's a golden chair
she's a blue cross (x4)
she's a silver star
she's a stolen car
she's a milky way
she's an old ashtray
she's a blue cross (x4)

she's a blue cross (x4)

Big Stompin Mama/ Fresh Meat and Old Slabs

(now brothers and sisters,...(?) in Vietnam...
and I want you all to be singing while I'm
pickin up these herbs here...)

Big stompin mama with a can of ?
thick gold chain wrapped around your neck
bottle of pain plate in the wedge
??????
big stompin mama with a big check comin
discount finger with a ring all around it
stump-back dog cake eatin up blood (?)
steamboat blowin up the gale all the mud
gettin what ya need off a broke-face weasel
and the diesel burning oil in the campfire roach
she's a lover she's a money-squeezin
never-please-her all night long

Bogusflow / DGC Rarities Vol. 1 1994

monkey see, monkey die
laminate your face and paste it up into the sky
cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
completely rancid and beautiful
like a forcefield of multiplying meat
cut a hole in the floor to see
just how close to hell we're standin'

time shoots forward in your skull
scattered to the four winds chucked in a bucket
riding lampost, moldy toast
excitement level: zero
rock the casbah, bring the noise
amplified dishwashers
exploring the boring to the core
people with cordless personalities
runnin' around in new wave bionic jogging suits

california white boy sound
rocket-powered and nailed to the ground
new age, old age
totally lame
straight to the middle of the road
rewind the tape
play the whole thing backwards
with the sound completely turned off

Bogusflow (version 2) / KCRW Radio Appearance 1994


monkey see, monkey die
laminate your face
and paste it up into the sky
'cuz it's squalid and it's solid and it's
completely rancid and beautiful
like a dishrag laying in the street
uptight beyond belief
cut a hole in the floor to see
how close to hell we're standing

got the travelling vitamin C blues
police lady staring at my shoes
holy ghost, moldy toast
riding lampost
excitement level: zero

rock the casbah, bring the noise
pretentious dimensions exploring the boring to the core
adults with cordless personalities
running around in new wave bionic jogging suits
(spoken: ... gimme some of that noise)

California white boy sound
rocket-powered and nailed into the ground
new age, old age-- completely totally lame
straight to the middle of the road
just rewind the tape and play the whole thing backwards
with the sound completely turned all the way off