It's All Gonna Come To Be / KCRW Radio 1994

(spoken: This is sort of a...a...I got these chords from Bob Seger...it's kind
of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)

When all is said and done
wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
and put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
and take them down
down to the town
in a Monte Carlo
with Stevie Nicks
the interior, white leather
and you're the last thing on my list
but you're the first thing I'm gonna remember
when I wake up
it's all gonna come to be
the same bad video for twenty years
it's all gonna come to be
optimistic xerox of yourself
it's easier when you're self-made
you can pack it up and put it on the highway
you can fill up the air with bad breath
'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
and filtered back into the system
and packaged up
and the space age is running out of distance
it can leap out
and disconnect all the connections
program the appliances to puke on the floor
it's all gonna come to be
self-indulgent
yeah, it's all gonna come to be
the same old noise you never wanted to see
Mexican speed-metals, things
casserole fruit salad hairgel
self-inflicted life-affirming hell
is that slack?
is that crack?
are those dogs or are those dogmas?
are those clogs or platform shoes
on your feet
take your Johnny Cashmachine
and your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
like a plane crash
survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
and the love that is breathin'
is the love that is spraypainting
vandalizing everything you own
'cause it's all gonna come to be
the same bad scene for 20 years
yeah, it's all gonna come to be
optimistic xerox of yourself
predictions of debilitating health
whining all night long
whining and dining
climbing into the rafters
shredding your afro
taking karate lessons
sucking in the bandages

In A Cold Ass Fashion / Good To The Last Drop - Jabberjaw Compilation 1994

Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...

Squeegee

Ah, you got it

When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I'm tryin' not to look at Satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'Cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown

Let's be doin' it right

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black Twinkie

Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with Jesus Christ

I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is Day-Glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial

O.G. -- original glue-sniffer

Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [?]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[???] donut [?]

Uh, wait...

Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]

[The following four lines are spoken at various times over the
above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (?)
[Backwards:] [???] up your ass
[Backwards:] [???] hot dog

It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties
That is cold fashion

It's All In Your Mind / 7" Single 1994

well it's all in your mind
well it's all in your mind
it's all in your mind
well it's all in your mind

and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

well I cannot believe
you got a devil up your sleeve
and he's talking to me
and I cannot believe

and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

well you're all scared and stiff
a sick stolen gift
and the people you're with
they're all scared and stiff
and I wanted to be
and I wanted to be
your good friend

I Wanna Get With You (and your sister, Debra) / Live Bootleg 1996

(insert various variations of lead-in B.S., for example:
"I was walking down Glendale Blvd. one night. Someone
was playing 'I Wanna Sex You Up' out of their Volvo, and
that's when I met her: Debra.....)

[spoken] ...just chill....

I met you at J.C. Penney
I think your nametag it said Jenny 
I cold step to you
with a fresh pack of gum
somehow I knew
that you were lookin for some
like a fruit that's ripe for the pickin
I wanna do ya like that Zankou chicken
'cause you got a thing
that I'm tryin to get with
that I'm tryin to get with
only you..

I wanna get with you
Only you
And your sister, Debra      [x2]       

I picked you up late at night after work
baby, step into my Hyundai
I said gonna take you out to Glendale
mmmmmm gonna take you out
for a real good meal
our eyes did meet, you know I was packin in
ain't no time wastin no time
gettin to know, know each other
'cause you got a thing that I'm tryin to get with
that I'm tryin to get with
only you

I wanna get with you
Only you
And your sister, Debra [x2]

[spoken]
girl, I only wanna play with you
I only wanna get with you
and your sister....Debra
Debra?--I think that was her name

I wanna get with you
I'm gonna take you up to Glendale
I'm gonna take you,
take you for a real good meal
And when our eyes did meet
you knew I was packin heat
'cause there ain't no use in wastin no time
gettin to know each other

I wanna get with you
only you
and your sister, Debra [x2]

(girl, I wanna hose you off)

...nobody has to know
we'll keep it on the down-low
no use in wastin no time
tryin to get to know each other
ow ow ow ow, etc.

Jack-Ass / Odelay 1996

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation

When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning

I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation

John the Revelator / KCRW Radio Appearance 1995


well, who's that ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's the ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator
wrote the book of the seventh seal

well, God walked down in the cool of the day
and he called Adam by his name
he refused to answer
'cause he was naked and ashamed

tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's there ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's there ridin, John the Revelator
wrote the book of the seventh seal

well, Christ had twelve apostles
and he led twelve away
said "walk with me one hour 'til
I go on and pray."

tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator
tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator
wrote the book of the seventh seal

Christ came down Easter mornin
Mary and Martha came to see
said, "Go tell my disciples
meet me down in Galilee"

tell me who's that ridin, John the Revelator, etc.


       (--Son House)

Lampshade / A Western Harvest Field by Moonlight 1994

I don't want no cryin'
all upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
who got no place to be
you call me up on tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
lookin' for some good things
to make me feel alright

when I snap my fingers
when I walk the line
when I get my money
I'll be killin' time
time is killin' something
it's just to small to care
runnin' through the jungle
lookin' for your hair

someone's talkin' backwards
lookin' for a fight
puttin' on a lampshade
cuz you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin
I don't want no pain
I don't want no lonesome life
on a broken train

Lord Only Knows / Odelay 1996

[scream] Ahhhhhhhhhh!!
[spoken in background:] "pull out the big one, too.....nice."

You only got one finger left
And it's pointing at the door
And you're taking for granted
What the Lord's laid on the floor
So I'm picking up the pieces
And I'm putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call, let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please and I'll do whatever I can
Titantic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don't call us when the new age gets old enough to drink

'Cause Lord only knows it's getting late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
Move on up the hill, there's nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain
odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
odelay, odelay
Just passing through
odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay

Going back to Houston
Do the hotdog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some PANTS.....

Loser / Mellow Gold 1994; Loser CD Single 1994

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
kill the headlights and put it in neutral
stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
about a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
don't believe everything that you breathe
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
so shave your face with some mace in the dark
savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

(yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(double-barrel buckshy)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'cuz one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
one's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
with the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
the daytime crap of the folksinger slob
he hung himself with a guitar string
a slab of turkey-neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
you can't write if you can't relate
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
and my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
that's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(get crazy with the cheeze whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(drive-by body-pierce)
(yo bring it on down)
soooooooyy....
(chorus backwards)
(I'm a driver, I'm the winner; things are gonna change I can feel it)

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
[repeat]
(Sprechen sie Deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Know what I'm sayin'?)

Lazy Flies / Mutations 1998


lazy flies all hovering above
the magistrate he puts on his gloves
and he looks to the clouds
all pink and disheveled
there must be some blueprints,
some creed of the devil
inscribed in our minds
a hideous game
vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust
out in the mangroves
the mynah birds cry
in the shadows of sulphur
the trawlers drift by
they're chewing dried meat
in a house of disrepute
the dust of opiates
and syphilis patients
on brochure vacations
fear has a glare that traps you
like searchlights
the puritans stare
their souls are fluoresecent
the skin of a robot
vibrates with pleasure
matrons and gigolos
carouse in the parlor
their hand grenade eyes
invalid and blind

vanishes in thin air
the vanity of slaves
who wants to be there?
to sweep the debris
to harness dead horses
to ride in the sun
a life of confessions
written in the dust